Ok seriously I don't know how you photobloggers do it. That entry I posted a while ago, with all the pictures? It took me forEVER to get it all uploaded and everything. I want to be able to snap a picture, wave my phone in the general direction of my computer, and have it appear. Until then, you'll have to deal with mostly scribbling.
Despite this I almost took a picture of my salad tonight because it was so pretty but then my phone decided "Hey, this would be a good time to reboot." Android phones are known for many wonderful things, but booting up quickly is not one of them. I hope you'll forgive me for just going ahead and eating.
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Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Search engine hits
I installed Google Analytics a week or two ago to track my site traffic, since I'm trying to break into some kind of readership for my other blogs (Idberry and the Online Earnings Challenge). Since it's free, I went ahead and installed it on this blog too. Funnily enough, I get more traffic for my personal ramblings than I do for my professional writing.
Well, when I went to check my stats today, I found a cool little surprise waiting for me: two site visits had been referred by a search engine, both of which were supposedly new visitors. One appears to have been a crawler that was backtracking links to thepolitic.com, but the other googled "pulqueria xalapa" (I'm the fourth page and the third site for that search term), read three pages deep and spent almost 20 minutes on my website.
I could assume this is someone interested in Xalapa who found my site fascinating, but I think I know who it is. I told her about the pulquerÃa in Xalapa but never took her. In looking for it, she found my blog.
If you come back, I'm sorry I never mentioned you.
Well, when I went to check my stats today, I found a cool little surprise waiting for me: two site visits had been referred by a search engine, both of which were supposedly new visitors. One appears to have been a crawler that was backtracking links to thepolitic.com, but the other googled "pulqueria xalapa" (I'm the fourth page and the third site for that search term), read three pages deep and spent almost 20 minutes on my website.
I could assume this is someone interested in Xalapa who found my site fascinating, but I think I know who it is. I told her about the pulquerÃa in Xalapa but never took her. In looking for it, she found my blog.
If you come back, I'm sorry I never mentioned you.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Me and the writer’s guild
Have you ever had someone mad at you, refusing to talk to you, and you didn't know why? That's no good for anyone, and I make sure to communicate better than that.
I am on strike from this blog until I get comments on my entries. Otherwise I assume I am writing merely for my own amusement, and I have a hardcover journal for that.
I am on strike from this blog until I get comments on my entries. Otherwise I assume I am writing merely for my own amusement, and I have a hardcover journal for that.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
All things beyond my control
(Written yesterday and contains more interesting things than my smelly socks)
My room smells, and it is not a pleasant smell of daffodils or skunk (which I do appreciate). More like the kind of smell you'd expect from opening the 3-year-old gym bag you just found or sitting near the bathroom on a 10 hour bus ride in Mexico. I spent much of this morning following my nose around my room, attempting to locate its source. It's amazing how the human nose can pick up subtle smells from tiny particles, yet we never seem to be able to track down where they're coming from. I checked my shoes to see if they could be at fault (I do believe I walked through dried-out vomit on my way home last night), but they did not appear to be the focal point of the smell. I checked all corners of the room for dead animals. In the end, the culprit was clear: the socks I'd worn in the rain yesterday and put outside my window to dry had, due to what I can only assume was overnight rain, not done so, and the smell was wafting into the room. Mystery solved.
The socks weren't the only thing emitting a foul odor, though. Last night, as some of you might be aware, was a CNN Democratic presidential debate, starring Hillary Clinton, Barrack Obama, John Edwards, Bill Richardson, Dennis Kucinich, Chris Dodd and the unforgettable Joe Biden. I'm right there with all the pundits who say Clinton basically carried the debate - after weeks of Obama and Edwards taking shots at her, she showed up well-rested and well-spoken and managed to rise above the squabble, though not without a little help from Wolf Blitzer, who seemed to be keen on interrupting and patronizing everyone but her.
Obama and Edwards were just outright embarrassing. Obama spent the evening tripping over himself and failing to answer questions, while Edwards came across as hot-headed and angry. Joe Biden was his usual hilarious self, repeatedly saying things like "Let's just cut the crap, America doesn't care about this stuff" and being the only candidate to answer yes or no questions with a yes or no.
In my mind, the shining stars were Kucinich (who I always love) and, actually, Bill Richardson, who I hadn't paid much attention to before but now am starting to like. Richardson won my heart by saying "give peace a chance" and saying human rights should get a higher priority than percieved national security. Meanwhile, Kucinich just agrees with me on every issue out there.
A couple of my favorite moments:
Hillary Clinton was asked whether it was true that her campaign was playing the gender card. She said no, absolutely not, and that she's running for president not because she's a woman but because she's the best qualified candidate. She went on to tell an allegory of a 95-year-old woman who shakes her hand and says "I was born before women could vote, and I want to live long enough to see a woman be president."
How is that not playing the race card?
And finally, my favorite:
Moderator: "Mr. Kucinich, you're the only person on stage that had the opportunity to vote on the Patriot Act and voted against it..."
Kucinich: "Because I read it."
And, since this post is regarding all things beyond my control, I want to express dismay that I'm being charged 920 pesos (90 dollars) to replace the lens mechanism on my camera.
Finally, I continue to be frustrated by some comments apparently not showing up. Try leaving some and see what happens.
My room smells, and it is not a pleasant smell of daffodils or skunk (which I do appreciate). More like the kind of smell you'd expect from opening the 3-year-old gym bag you just found or sitting near the bathroom on a 10 hour bus ride in Mexico. I spent much of this morning following my nose around my room, attempting to locate its source. It's amazing how the human nose can pick up subtle smells from tiny particles, yet we never seem to be able to track down where they're coming from. I checked my shoes to see if they could be at fault (I do believe I walked through dried-out vomit on my way home last night), but they did not appear to be the focal point of the smell. I checked all corners of the room for dead animals. In the end, the culprit was clear: the socks I'd worn in the rain yesterday and put outside my window to dry had, due to what I can only assume was overnight rain, not done so, and the smell was wafting into the room. Mystery solved.
The socks weren't the only thing emitting a foul odor, though. Last night, as some of you might be aware, was a CNN Democratic presidential debate, starring Hillary Clinton, Barrack Obama, John Edwards, Bill Richardson, Dennis Kucinich, Chris Dodd and the unforgettable Joe Biden. I'm right there with all the pundits who say Clinton basically carried the debate - after weeks of Obama and Edwards taking shots at her, she showed up well-rested and well-spoken and managed to rise above the squabble, though not without a little help from Wolf Blitzer, who seemed to be keen on interrupting and patronizing everyone but her.
Obama and Edwards were just outright embarrassing. Obama spent the evening tripping over himself and failing to answer questions, while Edwards came across as hot-headed and angry. Joe Biden was his usual hilarious self, repeatedly saying things like "Let's just cut the crap, America doesn't care about this stuff" and being the only candidate to answer yes or no questions with a yes or no.
In my mind, the shining stars were Kucinich (who I always love) and, actually, Bill Richardson, who I hadn't paid much attention to before but now am starting to like. Richardson won my heart by saying "give peace a chance" and saying human rights should get a higher priority than percieved national security. Meanwhile, Kucinich just agrees with me on every issue out there.
A couple of my favorite moments:
Hillary Clinton was asked whether it was true that her campaign was playing the gender card. She said no, absolutely not, and that she's running for president not because she's a woman but because she's the best qualified candidate. She went on to tell an allegory of a 95-year-old woman who shakes her hand and says "I was born before women could vote, and I want to live long enough to see a woman be president."
How is that not playing the race card?
And finally, my favorite:
Moderator: "Mr. Kucinich, you're the only person on stage that had the opportunity to vote on the Patriot Act and voted against it..."
Kucinich: "Because I read it."
And, since this post is regarding all things beyond my control, I want to express dismay that I'm being charged 920 pesos (90 dollars) to replace the lens mechanism on my camera.
Finally, I continue to be frustrated by some comments apparently not showing up. Try leaving some and see what happens.
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