If you look at the number at the very bottom of this page, this blog got its millionth page view a couple nights ago.
That seems a somewhat meaningful milestone. And now, finally, after racking my brains, I realize that what it means is…..exactly nothing.
It's just a random, round number, which people often attach significance to, but really signifies nothing.
If you add up the numbers of posts in the index in the right hand column of this blog, you'll also see that I've now written 2000 posts. That, too, ought to mean something. But after racking my brains trying to figure out what, the only conclusion I can draw is that I'm somewhat obsessive. ("Somewhat" being an understatement.)
Anyway, I suppose I'm commemorating both milestones with this post, my two thousand and first. ("2001….a space cadet odyssey.")
See you at 2002.
But, while I'm on the subject of this blog:
Socrates famously said, "The unexamined life isn't worth living." (And he has been quoted ever since, ad nauseum, by New York Times book reviewers and their ilk.)
I'm beginning to think the overly examined life isn't really worth living, either.
I just counted: roughly half of the posts this month have been, directly or indirectly, about me. (This view of my navel does get awfully tiresome.)
And I understand that a meaningless milestone about how many viewers this blog has had is of absolutely n interest to anyone but me. But, I figured I could make a couple of jokes about it, so...
Anyway, I'll try to be a tad less egocentric going forward. Of course, now that I think of it, I guess this post is also about me.
Time to look outward.