I check my blog’s statistics pretty frequently to see how things are going, which of my posts get read the most, what kind of things I need to do better, etc. You may wonder why I care quite so much about such things, but I always have a bit of a need to be successful at ventures like this, and the most tangible measure of that success is knowing how many people read my blog. Heck, there are at least three people who like me enough to subscribe to my RSS feed (I suppose they could be something like the Technorati/Google bots, and come to think of it, that’s most likely, but let me keep my illusion for a little while longer).
Anyway, to make a longer story short, one of the most interesting statistics to follow is the Google search terms that lead somebody to my blog. One of today’s entries was particularly surprising.
Google occasionally gives random longtime users free invitations that they can give to their friends and family so that they too can have Gmail accounts. Well, earlier today, I looked at my mailbox and lo and behold, I had 50 invitations that I could give to anybody I wanted! Not wanting to waste any, I’m only going to give them out to folks who ask.
So, if you’d like a Gmail account (I think their space is now up to 2.8 gigs or something), send me an email at dochuyen@gmail.com and you’ll get an invitation!
Edit: Looks like they’ve got their servers upgraded enough to handle unlimited signups or something. So you don’t need to get invited anymore. Oh wells.
People always show the G.I. Joe Public Service Announcements, but the Transformer ones are always forgotten, which is sad, because they’re just as ridiculous. Behold!
If you’ve ever wanted to comprehend the idea of dimensions above our own third dimension, then you know that it’s quite difficult to grasp conceptually. This short animation explains dimensional concepts all the way up to the tenth dimension, at which point your mind will be blown.
The physics could probably be contested in a few places, but for those of us who aren’t Stephen Hawking, it’s a sufficient point of departure. Have fun!
I love the South and our ill-conceived, testosterone-induced ideas. I bet Van-ginas wouldn’t do so well as TruckNuts, but maybe I’m wrong and I should be starting up a company right this instant.
Beyonce got the coveted cover spot in the new Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition, and men are apparently up-in-arms over it. They’re cancelling subscriptions, sending nasty letters to the editor, and doing various other shenanigans to show their disaproval at Sports Illustrated’s choice of a covergirl.
Huh? See, when I first heard about the enormous press over this, I ignored it all, assuming that it was about how great it was that a beautiful, full-bodied, black woman was on the cover of a magazine typically dedicated to translucent waifs and the occasional slightly brownish one, who would of course be dubbed “exotic.” Sure, she has more cellulite on her thighs than most of the bikini models in the magazine…but she’s real. I don’t care that she can’t lay off the donuts, she’s hot. On the time-honored man-scale-of-hotness, “I’d hit it.”
I’ve been following these two guys’ antics for most of this week, which probably makes me a late-comer compared to most hip-hop heads, but Wikipedia and 102 Jamz here in NC got me up to speed, so I think I’ve got my head wrapped around the whole thing. For everyone else, here’s the timeline up to now. Even if you don’t care about the petty bickering, the music videos are vaguely amusing.
My boy Nas recently released his album in which he declares that “hip hop is dead.” Now I think we can all appreciate his sentiment here, but he’s certainly going overboard. Both he and Jay-Z have recently released albums that are doing well, and a host of other rappers are cleaning up at the bank as well. Now, knowing Nas, he’s not talking about the money, because he’s always into some deep ish that nobody can decipher. But even assuming that, we have no shortage of interesting talent, both old and new, with deep philosophical outlooks on finance, life, and love. Consider:
No, I’m not getting ready for Halloween a few months too early, nor am I being spiteful about the commercial morass that is the Valentine’s Day “holiday.” Instead, what you see to your right (in a Reuter’s photo) is a picture of a most extraordinary valentine, the oldest documented human embrace. You see, archaeologists dug up this loving pair near Mantua, Italy, and the Neolithic pair are purportedly 5000-6000 years old. I mean, if you thought your grandparents were lovey-dovey on their 50th anniversary, try a 5000th anniversary (I don’t suppose a diamond ring suffices…). That’s real love, folks. You can imagine them looking into one another’s eyes in their final moments, holding each other tight waiting for whatever horror it was that befell them.
Beyonce got the coveted cover spot in the new Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition, and men are apparently up-in-arms over it. They’re cancelling subscriptions, sending nasty letters to the editor, and doing various other shenanigans to show their disaproval at Sports Illustrated’s choice of a covergirl.
My boy Nas recently released his album in which he declares that “hip hop is dead.” Now I think we can all appreciate his sentiment here, but he’s certainly going overboard. Both he and Jay-Z have recently released albums that are doing well, and a host of other rappers are cleaning up at the bank as well. Now, knowing Nas, he’s not talking about the money, because he’s always into some deep ish that nobody can decipher. But even assuming that, we have no shortage of interesting talent, both old and new, with deep philosophical outlooks on finance, life, and love. Consider:
No, I’m not getting ready for Halloween a few months too early, nor am I being spiteful about the commercial morass that is the Valentine’s Day “holiday.” Instead, what you see to your right (in a Reuter’s photo) is a picture of a most extraordinary valentine, the oldest documented