Eighty-eight posts received exactly one hit, the long tail.
Nineteen posts got two hits, for instance “In another mental universe, LAMI lives” about the Beat poet Alden Van Buskirk, I feted back in 2011.
Nine had three readers.
Six had four, including my hand-held post about Dez Bryant, from last night.
Fourteen posts had between five and nine notices, roughly 100 hits total.
The top four posts shared 70 hits last week, about 10 per day, and all of those posts were new at the time.
The topics were:
a)Gunn graffiti artist and felon Sean Berry and his cruel and unusual punishment;
b)what I call “stinkers” or “assholes” but are actually more politely known as trolls;
c) Keri Te Kanawa an opera singer, but the post is actually about coffee at Starbucks and public art, and chance meetings and blah blah blah;
d) War on Drugs a rock band
Meanwhile “homepage/archives had another 150; I estimate I got 400 hits in the week, closer to 50 per day than 100. All-time I am around 50,000 readers, for 1,100 posts, roughly 50 to 100 per day and 50 or so per post. Pretty modest, yet enough of an “implied or potential reader” to keep me honest. (Although I stil have not done any diligence on libel cases wherein the media was an under-read blog post; libel implies damage; damage implies someone saw the “not provably true” post. Or I have no idea — I am always perfectly wiling to redact anything that is wrong, although I tend to stet or leave a lot of eerros, especially ones that the auto-correcdt suggests for me. Keepin’ it real, dontha no.)
And with infinite storage, why not.
When E. B. White said “omit needless words” he was not about printed matter not electronic media. E.B. White’s pig’s long-tail tale.
I had a post I started on my handheld before it went dead, called “Cascade de deFlores” about Echo Brown’s “virgin hipster” compared to Gina Rodriguez and “Jane the Virgin”, and Stage Werx black box versus The CW. As Juana la Virgen the original name by Perla Ferias or something is funnier than the English traducir, I wanna know.
I thought the lady cop and the mom were hotter than Gina, if I can say that here.
But I do worry about someone was a professional salsa dancer from age six.
And reminds of the lady marine — or so she said — flagging down cars to wash in tight fitting clothing, to raise money to buy herself a flack jacket, I’ve posted before: she and Gina are from Chicago, as I am.
I also had a riff “I am Dez Bryant” about the previous post and the touchdown disallowed in the 1977 Terman v. Wilbur game, still bothers me.
I should have sold it!
Also, I have a riff about three women I have exploited or am scheming to because they let me photograph the tattoos on their arms. One is a “dia de los muertos slash steal your face” I saw on forearm of a woman at a food counter, and I tried to hire her to draw my face as such, as part of my campaign for Palo Alto City Council. Another was inspirational slogan on arm of worker who watches my storage space. Another was fake or bad Hebrew “Go With God” and I call it “To God”, a barrista. Another was the joker from Batman on the bicep or tricep of a worker in retail who apparently was castigated by her boss for fraternizing with the enemy or something.
Cascade de Deflowers also conjures Jon Ginoli the punk punk band leader.
E.B. White wrote Charlotte’s Web as well. The pig’s name was TK
When Wilbur is in danger of being slaughtered by the farmer, Charlotte writes messages praising Wilbur (such as “Some Pig”) in her web in order to persuade the farmer to let him live.
Which reminds that I will watch football and not speak out about Buena Vista Mobile Park residents but I was thinking I would claim the moral imperative to help them and declare myself, during my brief 3 minute candle flame, to be arguably that last Judeo-Christian here and “not Agitator more like Agape”. As distinct from “mouths agape”. Or “Moth agave” which is when you drink tequila before you do a five-minute monologue for public radio.