Y Word of 2023 (yes, I skipped the semis and the finals)

Not that I planned to skip the semi-finals and the finals. However, I did. 

Walrusy is the winner for 2023. Congratulations.

I happen to have a walrus in my photos.
San Francisco, California
December 25, 2019

I began this blog it in a spirit of benign ridicule: Isn’t the so-called blogosphere ridiculous and full of self-absorption. So much digital navel-gazing and shoe-gazing! How can I create a blog that is hyper-idiosyncratic and Beside the Point?

I added Word of the Year to emphasize the dopiness of such a feature. 

Yet, fifteen years later, I am reminded what an odd joy I experience while feeding this blog. I never had a Chia Pet or a Pet Rock. 

The Next to Nothing Book was the novelty item that spoke to me. I began writing in it September 4th, 1979.

Purchased September 4, 1979.
My friend Meg and I might play television tennis in the
Bloomingdale’s electronics department before going back to 
Meg’s house to apply face masks and swing on her hammock.
Those were the days, my friend.

Feeding the blog has been a bit like tickling my own foot with a peacock’s feather. I’m well aware a handful of people know of the blog’s existence; to them I say: Thank you for stopping by. In truth, I would far rather have a handful of interested people than a million not-so-interested people. Since the blog’s inception, it has received 134,890 views, with Syllabary garnering the most views thus far (2138). Averaged across months, that comes to about 755 views per. This month is an usual one because the blog has received an outsized 2080 views. 

I still reckon there are likely five or so readers of the blog. Good night, and e-see you again.  

(And good-bye to Sally Snowman. If I could buy that lighthouse, I would.)