How the Blogosphere is Evolving and A Brief Thought on How to Change With It

It is my first glorious day back on the job as a blogger and I am not even starting with my own content.  This is what many of us might express as an “unhappy face emoticon” situation.

Regardless, I have something interesting for you that was sent to me by a fellow New Mexican, Will (@wreichard2 on Twitter).

You should take a look at the statistics that ‘ReadWriteWeb’ found on how blogging has changed in the last three years.  I recommend you check the article out whether you are just beginning to blog or have been blogging for years. Either way the changes may/should affect how you blog to best reach your audience.

The most interesting part of this article, for me, was the final point:

Perhaps most significantly, blog posts now have a longer life span. In 2007 tracked posts saw 94% of engagement within the first day and 98% of that first day’s engagement happened within the first hour. In 2008 that number fell to 83% within the first day and in 2009 it was a mere 64%. Thus Postrank concludes that 36% of reader engagement in the top blogs happens after 1 day. “While the real-time web is all about lowering the latency,” Grigorik says, “the pervasive nature and number of people engaged in their communities and conversations (the Social Web) is helping with information discovery. People are worried that the real-time web will destroy their readership as everyone just gets distracted by the newest shiny thing on Twitter, but the numbers show something very different. It’s so easy to spread information now that it lasts longer and finds more niches – this trend is helping content travel further.”

This means our blogs will live on longer and, truth be told, I’ve already seen this exact trend happening.  Some of my oldest entries still get many hits a day despite the fact that it is “old news” to me. No longer are blog entries just fifteen minutes of fame.  Each one should be treated as an investment to the persona you are putting out on the Internet. Plan to write entries of worth, that truly fill a spot on the Internet and aren’t just a waste of time for you (writing it) and/or (worse!) your readers’ time.

It’s highly possible you find another part of the article interesting.  Leave me a comment and let me know your thoughts!

…AND WE’RE BACK!

I am back. Yes, I know, it has been a VERY long time since I have done this whole blogging thing, but I do believe it is time for me to return.

I have recently received NUMEROUS comments to approve from lovely people such as yourself.  They are on old posts where people thanked me for the information I provided on many different subjects. So… random posts shall follow in the future so as to pinpoint where my expertise really lies.  Perhaps it is in the random! If I can help a single person with something I write, the blog is a success.

Additionally I will begin work this week on my other site- College Cookbook. I’ll keep you all apprised as to how that goes and I look forward to reading feedback from you!

God bless!

Um, you’ve got some sexuality on your sleeve…

Excuse me Madame, if you please.
Your shirt is quite showy, your pants quite flowy,
and you’ve got your sexuality on your sleeve.

I know you may desire to show it but I’d much prefer I did not know it-

So if you could and you would just stow it

away

so I don’t feel ashamed

As I stated…

I should have been more worried about the turnout of the party than my apartment. People were apathetic towards drinking games and I didn’t know how else to entertain them. Epic fail.

Uggh

So it’s Saturday and I am running on very little sleep. As of last night I was running a fever and feeling very run down. 

I planned to be in bed by 12:00 am (midnight) but instead I played rockband with a couple of friends then proceeded to have a very serious and heartbreaking conversation with one of them.  It led to a very difficult decision on my part that I still can’t decide how I feel about it but know that he definitely did not like the outcome.  ::big sigh::  We live, we learn, we buy huggies.

Whoa, was that a 1990’s slogan for diapers?  Geez I’m tired.

I have a bunch of friends coming over tonight and I’m stressed.  My apartment = me.    I still have political campaign signs hung up (only the best ones!).  And now have my X-Files posters up.  Uggh.  What will they think??  It’s weird that I feel more insecure about that than the actual turn out of this party.

Better Off Without “Better Off Ted”

After a watching episode one of the new show starring none other than the gorgeous Portia de Rossi I can safely say that we were all better off prior to the premiere of the show. Characters are hollow, plot-lines are shallow, and the shows budget is evident in every scene. Why couldn’t they have just maintained good shows that weren’t overacted? Hell, I’ll settle for those that were deviously over-acted but that were enjoyable like Pushing Daisies or Carpoolers!

Fitting As We Come Out of Winter

You are
My Pomegranate and…
I’ve known Hell
I’ve seen the devil at my door
I have been
Stripped of everything
And more
I’ve been physically used
Psychologically abused
And guilty of everything accused

And I have laid there
Me exposed like a whore
Stripped of everything
And more

I’ve watched flames burn my house
My world get dominated by a mouse

I’ve watched horses die,
I’ve seen you cry
And I’ve traveled too many miles without help

I have knelt before God and said into the phone
Why I should hold on?
But the line went dead before God gave an answer
So I stood there hearing that dial tone
Then put the phone back in its cradle
And went back home

There’s no point in doing something that makes you unhappy
But with that perspective I have to ask-
Why did I continue to push past?
Why am I still alive?
When everyday was worse than the last?

Pomegranate
I’ve seen the Devil
I’ve known Hell
So call me Persephone

Persephone it seems is now
Stripped of everything
And more

But call me Persephone, from those perfect lips
A symphonic melody beckoning me

Just call me Persephone
Because you are the fruit of my dreams
My everything, it seems
And more.

And I would spend the rest of my life back in that cold Hades winter
Just to devour every morsel of every moment, with you
Because I can’t get enough
And you are everything I’ve been waiting for
And more

They say in
The Garden of Eden
That knowledge came from an apple
But with worm filled disgrace
I knew then that I would be stripped of everything
Naked, alone,
And more.

But Pomegranate
Call me Persephone
Just this one time alone

Your bloody love
Soaking deep in
Stained from your juicy lips I kissed
Guilty red hands from nectar stained fingertips
Because I’ve danced and swayed with you and these hips

Call me Persephone
Then, my precious produce,
My pomegranate delight
Please
Stain me
Please hold me tight
And leave a permanent mark of the time
You stripped me of everything
And taught me to make love
And be loved
And more.

Also to note-

Apparently my reintroduction and apology for my extraordinarily long hiatus was ALSO erased during my little spat with the lappy. I’m back and though I thought I could escape drama and otherwise by moving on to another blog I have found that my heart lives here. I will most likely face ridicule from my ‘enemies’ and/or an ex-boyfriend or two, but we shall prevail. hopefully.

I hope all is well for you!

Five Poems In

I’m five poems in and I have no idea what to write.

Everything seems so prose in essence making this also a potential cross-dresser poem

These literary texts now wolves in poetic sheep’s clothing with

Full sentences and rhymes and rhythms that seem to lack…

Rhyme or reason.

All of it because I want to sum it all up-

The struggles you and I have already had,

the promise we have,

the feelings I know now,

the person I’m becoming,

that smile you get when you are so excited,

or our Pokemon themed, honesty founded, midnight-rendezvous-to-care-for-our-mutual-friend filled, tightly bound, emotionally held, adventurous, dangerous, and, ultimately, beautiful thing that we have going on.

So here I am,

five poems in.

But transvestite prose now becomes more as I realize

That all of this will pass

And maybe I shouldn’t write a poem at all

and go blow bubbles instead.

Stubs’ Theme Song

My cat is El Diablo… and he just wants to play… it’s terrible. I am quite proud- he caught and killed 3 mice on Tuesday night alone.  Let’s have three cheers for Dusty!