Google is spying on you...

And it's incredibly useful! I set up Google Analytics for this here blog last week. This was just in time to see a brief spike in readership. Apparently some lunatic decided we should be on Digg, which brought us up to all of twelve visitors that day.

There is some interesting (and statistically insignificant) data to be gathered here: congratulations to our single visitor using Safari with Windows. And at this sample size, I have pretty strong intuitions as to how we have five visits from Macau.

-- And I see we've picked up Ireland today. Greetings, Irish visitor! There is about a 40% chance you are somebody I know who is in Ireland! If so, I hope you are well. If not, good luck to you anyway.

Also, both our hits from Canada were for pictures of Emmitt the Enraged Marmot, via Google image search. Oh, those wacky, rodent-loving Canucks.

Er, anyway, back to our irregularly scheduled programming.

Tragedies

-That I cannot find a useful sports bar within walking distance of my apartment. Lacking anyone to see the Bears game with, I inquired with Google Maps. The suggested bar did not exist, although another may be "coming soon" to replace it. I then wandered randomly southeast, and chanced upon another supposed "sports bar" ... which was also closed. Highly mysterious.

-That I don't get a chance to wander about the neighborhood more often. The latter sports bar was along Harlem River Drive, which supplies a scenic overlook of the river and the Bronx. Manhattan is really quite pretty around the edges. I live at more or less the highest point on the island (also near the proudly-labeled "Highest Laundromat") . The structure of my work day (~7:30-5:30) prevents me from doing much during daylight during the week.

-That I don't own a camera. It's on my short list of things to acquire, after which this blog will become much more visual.

Non-Tragedy:
I have successfully acquired a couch from the furniture store down the street. Additionally, it folds down into a bed. Surprisingly, it is a better bed as a couch than as a bed. C'est la vie.