North By Northeast

I passed a million pageviews on my little Intertunnel hot dog stands last night. I’m not sure if I should consider that a lot, or a little. I decided a long time ago to generate almost all of my own content, and that actually limits your readership; most people just paste a hunk of text from a bad newspaper and say what’s up with that ten times a day and get ten times the traffic. People buy more magazines than books for a reason.

I’ve written for larger hot dog stands, too, and had more readers than I’ve cadged on my own in a week, I imagine, but they weren’t just mine so they don’t count as much to me. A little thing, but mine own. I like all the people that congregate here with me in my version of an Intertunnel appendix.

If I have a regret, it’s that I didn’t make my father the most famous person with his name ever, at least as far as the Intertunnel is concerned, because I didn’t include his name in the most widely read thing I ever wrote as far as I know.

No matter. He taught me a long time ago that it’s better to have people ask why there isn’t a statue of you, than why there is.