For the past few days, the main referrer of traffic to this blog has been some sort of Russian Youtube situation.
I don’t know who. I don’t know why. I don’t know what they’re after.
But at this point in history, I feel like it means something when the Russian bots show up.
Right?
Christmas was the first time I drank any alcohol since going full carnivore back in May. I had one bourbon. It seemed to metabolize perfectly, to disappear without a trace.
Tonight, I had another in a night out with some friends. Not the same reaction at all. I can’t think, can’t concentrate, can’t string two words or thoughts together. I’ve started two different posts but neither of them are coming together, and the more tired I become by staying up, the more my brain is shutting down.
Since I now regret that I did not write today’s post before I went out, I will write one of those “random updates” posts.
Life is lots of these little moments, and I intend to stack so many of these on top of each other during 2018 that I rip a few holes in the universe.
Good holes, tho. No airlock catastrophes.
It’s the end of the year, when it’s instinctive (or is merely traditional?) to look back and tally how we’ve been doing.
Even though this blog has only been in existence for about six months, I’ve always been curious about what the top posts are. A handful of title always pop up in my “Site Stats” area.
Let’s see if we can learn any lessons.
While I very much regret to say that I didn’t finish the initial 90-day carnivore cohort over at N Equals Many, I was really excited to help out at first. I’m still definitely a carnivore, but I stopped tracking around 30 days in at the end of September. This is mostly because the “roller coaster” portion of my year kicked in and I prioritized keeping my sanity amidst getting a new job and moving, instead of trying to track everything. If you’re interested in carnivory, join us during World Carnivore Month in January 2018.
Anyway, I linked to NEqualsMany from that post, and I get traffic from the pingback.
This one surprises me, as it was born on a day that I had no idea what to write. I was looking around for a “quiz” or fillable question set to use as a template, and since Jordan B Peterson was on my mind, I found this questionnaire. It’s an interesting metric to check creative achievement against. I appreciate how it encompasses all different types of creativity, including scientific and architectural achievement. I question if someone can be truly well-rounded in this modern era of fine-tuned achievements, but it’s still a fun way to measure. Since posting this, I haven’t moved earned any new points, but I’m building a plan to do so in the next six months.
There’s no pingback on the post that I linked to, so people must find it from search.
Ah, when I was new in town and spending a lot of time on Tinder and had just launched a series called “photo of the week.” Dating still sucks, and I try to avoid being in those positions.
I linked to this one on Twitter and tagged the person who took the photos, so it makes sense that this post gets traffic.
My very first fiction review! It’s not a great review, objectively, because my book reviews are very green at this point in my writing career. My thoughts are numerous, but I am not yet disciplined at corralling them into strings of paragraphs that make sense. I always want to tell the truth, but sometimes it’s difficult to write the truth of what I think about something with the thought in mind that the author could read it. The double-edge sword of the internet, I suppose.
I suspect that this post gets hits because I doubt there are very many reviews of it out there, especially outside of Amazon.
This is an old post. “Old.” Back at the beginning of this blog, I challenged myself to come up with a longer piece each week, like a weekly column. This was the first establishment (of two), and it gave me an excuse to delve into a people and writing problem that had been bothering me.
No idea where there traffic on this one comes from, which is kinda cool. Looks like I should write more of these long, introspective (extrospective?) posts.
In conclusion, there’s not much similarity between the five posts. The breadth represents most of the topics that I write about, except for fashion and k-pop.
It’s fascinating to me that only two of the posts had easily-identifiable pingback links. Perhaps I can extrapolate new blog ideas to explore from the organic traffic-attracting posts–like doing more looking into “creative achievement.”
It’s also obviously worth writing about my life as a carnivore, and writing book reviews.
But I’m still going to write what I want. That’s how I made it this far, and how I’ll make it another six months.
For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Merry Christmas, y’all. I hope you have a day of joy and wonder and delicious food.
May God bless us this year even more than He blessed us in 2016.
Guys! Readers! All 2 of you! It’s been six months now.
Crazy, right?
You don’t know me, but if you’d been able to look over my shoulder at all the other blogs that I’ve abandoned all over the internet, you’d know that I usually make it about a month before I get bored with an idea and wander away.
For this blog, I decided on no rules. The only rule is “tell the truth.” Even the supposed question at the center of this blog (what is the relationship between aesthetics and truth?) doesn’t even get addressed in some of the posts.
We bounce around from k-pop to the alt-right to my daily life, books and publishing to fashion and my experiences in higher education. It’s not cohesive, not really.
But that’s okay.
It’s gotten us this far.
Some posts I’m actually kinda proud of. Others, not so much.
The goal for the next six month is to create more posts that I’m proud of than posts I’m not. Here’s how we’re going to get there:
Basically, I need to push myself in creating more original content. (Isn’t that the eternal state of the millennial?)
Today at my day job I edited a document that shouldn’t exist. Instead of getting published, it should have been set on fire and drop kicked into the void. Editing that thing was physically painful. If it were to become something that I personally was okay with, I would have to flay it down to the bones and start over.
Looking at that document reminded me that I often have things to say (OPINIONS, WHAT?) and that I have a gift of seeing what should or should not exist on a page or in an argument. Things just make sense once I understand them and their context.
I have the capability. I just need to shift my focus on to this blog and onto things that I want to exist and onto the truth.
That’s what’s important.
Sorry for the interruption, folks, but my “easy” “self-install” internet is neither of those things.
It’s probably good that you’re not getting a proper post tonight, because it would be another k-pop post.
#SorryNotSorry
One of the delightful bonuses of moving from a medium city to a small town is that it takes much less time to get anywhere.
Part of that, certainly, is having access to a car and roads without too much traffic on them. (Tonight I got caught in rush hour, which was a whole two blocks long.)
Or not having to get to and wait for and travel on public transportation. (There are public transportation options, but they take much less time.)
I’m a happy girl–I feel like I have hours and hours of my life back.
(Of course that’s less time spent listening to podcasts, but I’m sure I can make that up somehow.)
But while these distances and travel times have me absolutely happy, the locals have an entirely different view of things.
“I could go to Wal*Mart, but you have to drive forever to get there.”
It’s a 15 minute drive, max.
“That grocery store is in the next town over.”
The travel time happens to be the same amount of time it would take to drive from my parents’ house to their grocery store…in the same town.
If travel relativism is related at all to temperature relativism (in that the actual distance is objective but the perceived change in time or temperature is HUGE), that means I’ll adapt to this new way of transportation soon.
I wonder how long it’ll take before a 5 minute drive feels like a long time to me.
Wanna start a betting pool?
I like to joke that I’ve been homeless since October 27.
Strictly speaking, that’s not true, since my parents have always offered to take me in during the lean times (and it’s their couch that I’m sitting on as I’m writing this).
Airbnb has also been great.
It’s not so much that I haven’t had a place to stay, but that I haven’t had my own place to stay. All of my stuff has been packed in a trailer for the last month. It’s not a bad thing–just a byproduct of the moving process–but has provided some interesting moments as of late.
Basically everything is packed and so my plans are all half-baked.
If I were to be a true nomad, I’d sell or give away most of my stuff so that I never had those thoughts. All the things I needed would be with me at all times.
There would be no decorating for Christmas or burning of CDs, or any of that.
“Living out of a suitcase” would become merely “living.”
Talk about rootless. It works for some people.
I’m not yet ready for that life.
Since it’s that time of year and all.
With that, I bid you adieu and goodnight.
…about seeing complete black in the rearview mirror.
Driving at night is it’s own kind of fun. Even when you’re driving over familiar territory, the darkness casts a sense of mystery and adventure over the journey — you’re never quite sure where the next bend will lead, or if there’s a deer chomping grass on the side of the road, or whether the next oncoming car has its brights on.
Tonight, I had the pleasure of being the only car on my stretch of the road for a ways. There was nothing but black in my rearview mirror, not even a reflective road sign.
I felt accomplished for passing a slow car and leaving it behind me, but I also love that feeling of being the only one out there. No headlights, no problems.
Just me and the car and the road.
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