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The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 20,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 7 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

In 2011, there was 1 new post, growing the total archive of this blog to 697 posts. There was 1 picture uploaded, taking a total of 826kb.

The busiest day of the year was December 4th with 418 views. The most popular post that day was Would you believe it??.

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2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

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About 3 million people visit the Taj Mahal every year. This blog was viewed about 46,000 times in 2010. If it were the Taj Mahal, it would take about 6 days for that many people to see it.

In 2010, there were 49 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 696 posts. There were 132 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 108mb. That’s about 3 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was October 3rd with 1,271 views. The most popular post that day was Would you believe it??.

Where did they come from?

Some visitors came searching, mostly for michael oher, michael oher family, grapes, michael oher family pictures, and 3 french hens.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

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Would you believe it?? December 2009

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three French hens December 2009
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delicious grape salad October 2009

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tennis in the 1920s October 2009

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standing in the gap (intercessory prayer for Tyler) December 2009
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still blogging (albeit on a 2010 site)

The answer:  how can I stop now??

Visit the 2010 site!

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postscript

Scott Rosenberg (say everything . . .) writes that

We now know at least a little more about what happens when we try to say everything.  For the individual, this impulse begins with a rage for self-revelation and nearly always ends in a crack-up of some kind.  Writing in public requires the drawing of boundaries around parts of one’s life–not so much for propriety but because some sphere of privacy is a prerequisite for any kind of mature personal life.  For the group, the opportunity to say everything has a more benign outcome: a welter of human engagement on an unprecedented scale, resulting in a broad dispersal of ideas and stories and debates.

say everything

Scott Rosenberg’s book about blogging (say everything How Blogging Began, What It’s Becoming, and Why it Matters) traces the rise of  blogging with stories of the blogging pioneers and what is happening now on the Web.

Recalling our worry and concern  about our son and his family in New York on September 11, 2009, reminded me anew how useful the internet was on that day.  We could not reach our son by telephone but – thank goodness – we were able to exchange e-mails – and again, thank goodness: he and his family were safe.  However, like so many (not only in New York but all over the world), he lost friends in these devastating attacks.

It was important to maintain contact and learn what was happening on that terrible terrible day.

In addition to e-mails from our son, we kept track of what was happening by viewing  the instant ‘blogs’ (or Weblogs as they were called at time, I believe).  This was our only way to learn of events in New York.

When Hurricane Katrina hit with such devastation, it was the blogs  that provided our news of events (the news stories came later).

In the early 1980s when I began researching my family history, I corresponded  (via postal mail)  with fellow researchers.  I was corresponding with other interested researchers and subscribing to genealogy sites on the internet in the mid-1980s.  By the mid 1990s, there were personal blogs about particular genealogy interests (geographical and family surnames).

Now, when I indicate an interest in books, genealogy, politics, stitching, vacation spots, cooking – anything at all that strikes my fancy – there is a blog that will answer some of my questions or whet my appetite for more information.

The description on the book jacket of Rosenberg’s book states that “Far from being pajama-clad loners, bloggers have become the curators of our collective experience, testing out their ideas in front of a crowd and linking people in ways that broadcasts can’t match.  Blogs have created a new kind of public sphere–one in which we can think out loud together.  And now that we have begun, Rosenburg writes, it is impossible to imagine us stopping.”

Douglas Adams wrote that “One of the most important things you learn from the internet is that there is no ‘them’ out there.  It’s just an awful lot of ‘us.’

Marc Andreessen wrote that . . .”It is crystal clear to me now that at least in industries where lots of people are online, blogging is the single best way to communicate and interact.”

Rosenberg:  It has taken blogging roughly a decade to evolve from the pursuit of a handful of enthusiasts on the fringes of the technology industry into the dominant media form online.  Whatever it is you are aiming to do or express on the Web today, the odds are good that you, like Berners-Lee and Andreessen, will end up doing it, wholly or in part, using a blog.  Whatever information you seek, or debate you follow, or distraction you crave, the odds are equally high that your destination will be a blog of one kind or another.

This outcome looks inevitable only in hindsight.  And even today the result still sometimes inspires a double-take: Wait a second, you mean there’s a blog about that?

On one recent evening, I found myself hitting a wall as I prepared a recipe from a favorite Chinese cookbook.  It called for an ingredient, a particular type of dried preserved mustard green from Sichuan province called ya cai.  But I had no idea whether what I’d picked up at the local Asian grocery–desiccated brown shreds packaged in cellophane labeled “dried marinated mustard”–was the genuine ya cai article.  The cookbook was no help.  Even Wikipedia, that grand collaborative compendium of volunteered human knowledge, offered only scant guidance.  But Google pointed me to an American food blogger, the anonymous Kitchen Chick, who’d been cooking her way through the same cookbook and had posted hundreds of words on the intricacies of identifying and purchasing preserved Chinese vegetables–not only how to identify ya cai by the Chinese characters, but how to tell it apart from the closely related zha cai (made from mustard stems rather than leaves) or suan cai (pickled mustard in a jar).

Whatever your particular ya cai may be, there is probably a blogger somewhere who has discoursed on it.  If for some reason there is not, you can always take on the job yourself, recording your findings and opening a channel for readers to contribute their knowledge and correct your goofs.  This inclusive process has populated the Web haphazardly but luxuriantly, like the wind seeding a wild meadow.

The common explanation for this proliferation attributed it to the low cost and simplicity of blogging–what economists call a “low barrier to market entry.”  We might also call it a low barrier to obsession indulgence.  If you care deeply about some topic, no matter how obscure, and you’d like to talk about it, an empty blog awaits you.  In this way, blogging has enabled the sharing of a wealth of knowledge that was hitherto private or limited to small groups.  It has, in effect, widened the lens through which we can see one another’s passions and quirks.

Every once in awhile, someone I have known for a time, will come upon something on my Aimless and Silly Blog and remark:  “I didn’t know you were interested in _____” or “I didn’t know you did/do _____.”

My answer is that, yes, I’ve always done thus and so or been interested in this or that – but in the past I wasn’t telling the whole world about it on my Aimless/Silly Blog.

Now, I am ‘saying everything’ as Rosenburg writes about in his book.  Now, I just post a junkpile of ‘stuff’ that interests me . . . and lo and behold, I will hear from someone else who has been thinking the same thing, wondering about the same question, interested in ‘stuff’ that interests me.

It is marvelous!

Rosenberg writes that – Bloggers, most of them solo bootstrappers of their own stream of self-expression, are the most autonomous writers the world has yet seen–the least dependent on others to publish their words. . . . On a blog, you alone can edit your words . . . At the same time, of all the species of writer, bloggers are the least insulated from their audience, most vulnerable to the ebb and flow of attention and response.  They are both alone and in a crowd.  Their solitude can inspire self-indulgent ranting; their sociability can tempt them into self-serving pandering.  But every now and then they manage to hold their balance in this paradoxical position for an extended, exhilarating spell.

. . . Any act of public expression, of “putting everything out there” — your political arguments or your creative work or your personal story — is a gamble.  We offer something to the world; we cross our fingers that our contributions won’t simply be ignored or derided or misappropriated.  Sometimes we’re surprised at how much we get back, and sometime we feel used.

Either way, we are going to keep at it.  Whatever the outcome of each of our individual bets, we can now see that collectively they constitute something unprecedented in human history: a new kind of public sphere, at once ephemeral and timeless, sharing the characteristics of conversation and deliberation.  Blogging allows us to think out loud together.  Now that we have begun, it’s impossible to imagine stopping.

. . . Skeptics often disparage the value of the record that blogs provide by pointing to their fragmentary nature.  Reading blogs is like being “beaten to death with croutons,” as Bruce Sterling once put it.  But this dismissal of blogging on the basis of its unit of composition suffers from its own kind of forest-for-the -trees blindness.  Blogs are composed of fragments, but a good blog’s fragments are not simply random chunks.  What every decent blog offers is a point of view.  As the futurist Paul Saffo wrote in 1994, before either the Web or blogging had entered the popular consciousness, “In a world of hyperabundant content, point of view will become the scarcest of resources.”

A blog’s posts, then, are little pieces, but on a good blog they are created according to an individual vision, and they are assembled for a reason.

. . . Bloggers are writers who sit down to type character after character, word upon word, day by day, steadily constructing, out of their fragments, little edifices of memory and public record. . . . Individually they are stewards of their own experience; together they are curators of our collective history.  Their work may be less polished and professional than that of many of their predecessors.  But they are more passionate, more numerous, and more inclusive — and therefore more likely to succeed in saving what matters.


free time

I suppose that  instead of blogging and ‘facebooking’ when I have a few minutes, I should be doing something else – most especially stitching – which I dearly love to do.

Most definitely!

Where is my Discipline!!!???

Where is my will power???

Who would have thought that I would be aimlessly blogging . . . and mindlessly ‘facebooking,’ anyway??  Electronic mailing.  Googling.  Good grief – this old lady is doing things she never dreamed of doing.

blog your interests – your passion

I seem to gravitate toward the blogs that are about 1) spiritual wisdoms; 2) books books books; 3) cooking and recipes.  Although another of my passions is genealogy research, I seem to keep up with that by correspondence (mostly electronic) and subscriptions to various genealogy resources.

Have my passions/interests changed throughout the years?  Well, of course, during the single years – if there had been blogs – I suppose I would have been surfing the net for like-minded singles interested in education, current events, etc.  Then: the romance and couple and young married years may have led me to blogs about relationships  (if there had been such blogs).  However, the three mentioned above have always been in the forefront of my interests.  Is that strange?? Who knows?  I’m not that cerebral, I suppose (or interested in the whys of this).

I’m also interested in blogs about hobbies  such as stitching and photography.  There are many interesting blogs ‘out there’ in cyberspace.

However, if nothing else – blogging is downright fun!  [It is bound to be thereputic – even though no one at all may be reading it.]

Some of my favorite blogs are listed in the right column and I visit these on a daily basis.

What are your interests??

why blog??

Can blogging make you happy?

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Who blogs?? (according to hubby: who cares?)

whyblog

Record numbers of people are now visiting blogs, proving that blog visitation is now part of mainstream online behavior for many internet users.

Once bastions for the tech elite, blogs are now as ubiquitous to the web as reality shows are to television. Blogs are redefining how people experience the web and, in many ways, have helped precipitate the shift towards user-generated content on the internet (otherwise known as the Web 2.0 movement).

Source:  comScore Media Metrix

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The Big Five Personality Traits

Openness

Conscientiousness

Extraversion

Agreeableness

Neuroticism

Things I enjoy on other blogs

so many different blogs

so many different blogs

blogging – so many different blogs

Carolyn Shropshire (Pop Culture Writer) writes that “Personal blogs are like child stars.  Some soar too quickly and die too young.  Others drop out, lay low for awhile and come back stronger than ever.  More often, they return reinvented, uninspired and lackluster, missing that special something that used to leave audiences wanting more.

“Blogs are born, blogs die — it’s a cycle as old as blogging itself.

“…Blogs end up in the virtual graveyard for as many reasons as they came into being in the first place.  Sometimes, the bloggers get out of their system whatever they wanted to say.  Or they reach the fame they were after.  Other times, they just give up.

“…Such Great Heights had a very public execution when its author, known as Clink, decided she’d had enough.’

” ‘I just don’t feel the need to dissect my life anymore,’ she wrote.  ‘Not because it’s perfect . . . but because it’s . . . full.”

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There are some blogs that I truly enjoy.  Some I visit now and then.  Some actually surprise me.  I  find my friends’  blogs personally interesting.

I’ve been visiting actor Jeff Bridges’ blog before I probably even knew much at all about a ‘blog.’  I admire him as an actor and he has a rather quirky way of looking at things that I find interesting.  It was especially poignant when he paid tribute to his mother after her death and he posted a writing by one of his daughters about her grandmother.

The Posterity Project is a blog chronicling news and issues related to archives, history, civic responsibility, and open access to public records in the Southeast, with reflections on archives and history in the “Volunteer State” of Tennessee.

I read any blogs about books (not so much interested in Romance novels – but read almost everything else).  A Garden Carried in the Pocket is one  I visit fairly regularly.

When I first read Bernthis.com, I found myself laughing out loud (and I’m still laughing each time I visit –  admittedly some of the language is not what my generation uses – but this gal is funny).

I flew again yesterday. I held the man’s hand next to me only one time. Probably one too many times for his wife and if she is reading this I just want to say that your husband is a lovely man and please thank him for sharing his Sun Chips. I would have gotten my own bag but I was raised to believe that food always tastes better when someone else is eating it although I got the feeling your husband isn’t a big fan of this theory.

I love the photography on The Pioneer Woman and am always checking out her recipes.

As the Butter Churns has everything and I always find something fun and interesting when I visit.

Extract from her blog:

Begin At The Beginning – Or – Why The Heck We’re Here

We sold our house in Woodland Hills, California in January 2007, moved into a teeny-tiny rental (with my dad living in the laundry room) in February and today we are packing up the stuff we’ve been using for the last few months and moving to 37 acres outside of Bellingham, Washington.

“We” is me, Denise 43, Tom 54, our son, Henry 10, and my extremely colorful jazz musician father. “We” also includes my sister Lisa, my brother-in-law Chris, their two girls Quinn 11, Phoebe 6, their two dogs Griffin (Airedale/German Shepherd “blend”) and Winifred (West Highland Terrier) our three cats: Emmett Richard, Scarlett Kathryne and Alvin Daniel and our three dogs: Vivian Irene (Rottweiler) Luther Zachariah (Basset Hound) and Deli Anne (Blue-Tick Coon Hound – my father bought her off an internet rescue site). We’re like the Osmonds, but we drink and we’re Catholic.

We, meaning in this case just Tom and I, have spent the last ten years painstakingly fixing up our house and making it a home. We have scrimped and saved and together put hardwood on the ceiling while Henry hung from the scaffolding that was our living room furniture for way too long. Next we nailed down hardwood throughout the house after working well in to the wee hours – to the dismay of our neighbors Mary and John. We hand-painted the tiles around the fireplace–actually we invited our friends over for margaritas and “let” them paint tiles, too. We planted over a hundred rose bushes and lots of trees. The end result was an oasis that we loved. But it just became too expensive to maintain our water bill in the summer for just two months was $1700.00.     I used to work in advertising as a copywriter and made good money. When I had Henry I was working freelance at Ogilvy & Mather on Barbie™. Their policy was for me to bring Henry to work with me every day. It was especially stressful when I had a deadline and he needed a bottle and a diaper change, but it worked pretty well. Henry’s first Halloween, he trick-or-treated down the halls in his Abraham Lincoln costume. If we’d stayed, Henry would have been vested by second grade.