Glenn Reynolds caught this article in the Village Voice about the SFSU incident. He's also got a lot of other great stuff; check out his site and read down a bit. Just search on SFSU; you're sure to find it. permalink
This page was getting pretty heavy; I archived things a day early. I'll probably take the SFSU items out and put them in a separate page for ease-of-access later on in the week. For now, this will have to do.
There's a new kid in town. And I know him, so I'm throwing him some link-love. Go have a look at The Truth Laid Bear, a man who is finding his blog voice. (And the fact that he has blackmail pictures of me has nothing to do with my recommendation, I swear.) He has some interesting things to say about Glenn Reynolds and Andrew Sullivan. Okay, and me, too. (But that has nothing to do with my having blackmail pictures of him, I swear.)
Last night, falling asleep, windows open. The noise of distant trains alternated with the hoots of an owl, while the scent of honeysuckle blew in on the breeze.
Shorts weather today.
Yeah, I like being in Virginia. A whole lot.
Do you think that George Lucas intended for there to be as many laughs as there were during Yoda's big battle scene? Because we simply howled. I had tears running down my cheeks. That, and the fact that Amidala was a two-term Queen had me on the floor. Well, actually, there were other moments as well. Someone really needs to stop Lucas from writing his own scripts ever again.
Glenn, thanks for the compliment, but I don't own the SFSU story. And I'll gladly relinquish it from the front-burner and just pay attention to the follow-up every now and then. Looks to me like they're doing the right thing on the Left Coast--working to make sure nothing like that ever happens again. That's all anyone was asking.
I forgot to link to Josh Trevino earlier this week, specifically, his blog taking apart Barmy Brit Matthew Engel's latest ridiculousness about the U.S. He hasn't got permalinks yet, but it's a good read, so look for it. permalink
There's a new article in the SF Bulletin regarding the events on SFSU. Shelley Powers sent me an email regarding it, and also wrote a post about it. She says the event has been blown out of proportion. She writes:
I am very interested in hearing from people who were there and directly involved. That is why when I first received the letter, I immediately sent email to the other three webloggers who were carbon-copied the letter and asked them not to print it until I fact-checked the events. I subsequently contacted Laurie Zoloth and the program director for the SFSU Hillel. When I was confident the letter was not a fake, I published it.
Shelley has this to say about the part of the SF article she quoted:
Indeed. Perception is important. Interestingly, Shelley did not quote this part of the same article:
Yes, indeed, the truth is important. Absolutely, perspective matters. The perspective you're going to get from a public relations director is going to be one that completely benefits the university. The truth will not necessarily match what the PR people say. Ms. Tuchman's account certainly falls under the "heated" conversation definition, but--there's that perspective thing again. One person's "heated conversation" is another person's hate and rage.
I'm going to take a wild guess and say the PR Director was not at the rally. Ms. Tuchman was. Laurie Zoloth was. President Corrigan was not. And no, I wasn't. But I did take the time to make sure that events weren't being fabricated. You may not like to hear that hatred like this happened, but it did. Was it exaggerated? I don't believe so. I wasn't there. But I did watch the O'Reilly show Tuesday night that had student representatives from both sides of the issue, and the Palestinian student was agitated and enraged while only talking to O'Reilly, and the Hillel representative was calmly pointing out the events of the day. Funny, that.
Unfortunately, this isn't the end of my story. Anti-Semitism exists, continues, and must be fought--every time and every place it rears its ugly head. And the truth has always been important to me. Not the perception of truth: Objective truth. There is a difference. permalink
Well, that break didn't last long. I checked my email and found this letter from Sara Goldblatt, the Program Coordinator for the SFSU Hillel. It's another account of the SFSU Pro-Israel rally. And she has the President's email for us, too. Keep those cards and letters coming. It's interesting to note that the President's letter was not written until after a meeting complaining about the incident (see below).
Also, don't miss Mike Sanders' superb essay that collects the latest news on the web of the SFSU incident while also making his usual thoughtful remarks. Also, belated thanks to Kathie Heijtink for her help in publicizing (and stimulating debate) over the incident.
Perhaps I should just publish my cell phone number and you folks can contact me directly? (Insert silly ascii grin here.) Hey, tomorrow, I'm going to see at least three apartments; try not to do too much while I'm gone. permalink
You know, I get that there are people out there who don't ever want children, and I get that there are people out there who can't stand children. What I don't get is why. It's their choice, of course. But they miss out on a lot, I think.
Sorena, who is eight, is coming back from getting her dessert, which includes a Twizzler in her dish of ice cream. I got her the Twizzlers on my last rest break on the way down, as I make a point of spoiling her whenever possible. A little while ago, she was in here before taking her shower, and I made the mistake of reminding her about her wet-head hugs that she tends to give once she's out of the shower. That made her realize she missed doing it last night, and gave her the idea to do it tonight. Which, of course she did with exuberance, making sure to rub her sopping hair into my shirt.
And now she sits with me as I type this and kibitzes. She says I should write, "You should try Twizzlers on ice cream sometime." (And then she corrects me when I write "and" instead of "on". Oh.)
Yeah, there are a lot of things going on in the world today, but I'm off duty for a while. I'm going to enjoy my wet-head hugs and my walks with obese Ridgebacks and my chats with Heidi during the tail end of the evening while the kitchen gets straightened, and the dogs put out the last time for the night. Sometimes, these are the important things going on the world today. permalink
It feels like I'm playing hooky. I keep thinking I should be online, researching events, thundering out another essay on injustice. But I'd rather sit here in the Great Room and play with the dogs and try to ignore the world at large. At least for the afternoon.
It's in the eighties here in Southern Virginia. (It's pronounced "Suthuhn".) I took Willow, the 105-lb. Ridgeback that should weigh 75 pounds, for a walk. The vet said it's fine to run her, and she and I discovered that her pace is exactly as fast as mine, so we ran a bit. Until I noticed, when she stopped to sniff around a few plants, that her front paws were trembling. She wanted very much to run, and I thought it would be a very bad idea to continue. Tomorrow, we will walk the route, and if I want to run, I'll do it without her. I figure we did somewhere between a quarter and a half mile before she grew too fatigued. I was a bit worried that I wouldn't be able to control a dog that weighs more than I do, but we managed just fine once Heidi and the other dogs were out of sight. Willow really wanted to run with her brother. Two miles would have been very, very bad for her.
My diet is definitely succeeding. I'm seeing the results in the angles returning to my face, and a number I hadn't seen on a scale since last summer. Four years of carrying my excess weight from quitting smoking is long enough; to paraphrase an ex-Vice-President: It's time for them to go.
There are a lot of new people reading my words again. See, this is what my weblog is really all about. I've shifted in the past couple of months to a more current-events-based weblog, specifically Israeli and Jewish events--but this is what I like to do the best. This, and the humor. I received an email from an old friend asking me to continue the blog schizophrenia, and, well, I probably will. Sometimes, I know exactly what I want to write about. Other times, it seems like the writing just uses me as a physical outlet, and what comes out, comes out. Either way, I like this place. I think I'll keep it. permalink
Glenn Reynolds, a.k.a. Instapundit, wrote his Fox News column on the riot and aftermath.
Yeah, I agree. But the riot was against Jews, and for some reason, that made it seem less important to the world at large. I'm just saying.
Also via Glenn, an article from the Jerusalem Post. I haven't seen it yet; my friends' connection isn't the best. But the good news is that this incident is being publicized. It needs to be. We need to stop this behavior now, before blood is shed.
Another article in a San Francisco-area Jewish newspaper makes me wonder how long the reporter stayed. I'm guessing not for the whole scene.
Of course I should be asleep, but instead, I am up past midnight updating the weblog.
The drive was fine and relatively hassle-free. Remind me to never again get gas at a New Jersey Turnpike rest stop. Every other goddamned state in the nation, you stop, pump your gas, you're gone. In NJ, where I grew up, I know you have to wait for someone to pump the gas for you--but it never bothered me until today, when the cro-magnon man pumping gas took at least 10 minutes before getting to me, and his colleague, whom he told to cover for him, deliberately ignored him. Well. Except for that, things were fine. Oh, I said that already.
And it's the Millard E. Tydings Memorial Bridge that's over the Susquehanna River in Maryland. Tydings I remember; I just always think "Alexandra", for the actress, as I used to watch Xena and she used to play Aphrodite. And I am cursed with a mind that remembers facts like that yet can only remember pi to five places. No, four.
Or was it the Alfred E. Tydings Memorial Bridge?
Anyway, I got quite a greeting on arrival. Sorena was acting like I hadn't seen her in years, when I was just here in March. She jumped up and down and screamed so much that she got the dogs a bit excited, and Worf--their 100-lb. Rhodesian Ridgeback--barked at me for the first time in years and was beginning to behave like he didn't know me, which is never a good thing. I think, though, that he was egged on by the new dog in the house, who did not know me, and who is also over 100 lbs., but she should be 75. Her previous owner overfed her. Just a bit. And then Sorena insisted on a group hug--her mom, her dad, me, and the three dogs. A true Kodak moment. So glad no one had a camera.
A sad note about the ride through Maryland: I take the back roads past Washington and Fredericksburg. I prefer to get off the Loop and take 210 South to 225 to 301 and the Potomac River Bridge. I avoid all the annoying DC and northern Virginia traffic and get a beautiful ride at the same time. Well, I don't pay attention to town names. But today, I did. I drove through the center of La Plata--I've been doing that for about three or four years now without quite realizing it. And if that name sounds familiar, it's because they had that devastating fatal tornado a few weeks ago. I saw the damage to the center of town. It looked like a bomb had leveled several square blocks. The Safeway, the bank, the other stores--trees still down, uprooted--awful. If anyone knows of a charity or organization to donate to, please email me. I'll post it here. permalink
I'm leaving for Richmond this morning, and will be staying there for about a week. I'm bringing the laptop, but I have little time for current events when Heidi and I get together. Expect a blog in the evening and morning, but not so much during the day unless I get some downtime. And as the reason I'm taking this trip is to find an apartment in Richmond, I don't expect a lot of downtime. Actually, I do expect a lot of downtime, but not that kind. My whole body relaxes as soon as I get out of New Jersey. Well, no, I hate driving through Delaware (what a ripoff!). Maryland. That's the ticket. I relax by the time I'm halfway through Maryland. I just adore the bridge over the Susquehanna, although I can never drive over it without thinking of the old Abbott & Costello routine. ("Susquehanna hat company.")
In the meantime, there are a bunch of emails that will be going unanswered until I can catch up (sorry, folks). Also, I'm suspending the new email rules because I got an earful (a good one, not a bad one) from someone who I've forgotten if I'm allowed to quote or not, so I'll just go back to what I've been doing before I made a rule. At least until I have a little time to breathe and think.
Go hang out with Josh or Joe or Kathy or Gary while I'm busy driving. Sardonic Views tipped me to the SFGate editorial, but the archives aren't quite working yet, I am assured they're going to be fixed soon. Just read the main blog, it's not far down. Or check my links page and help yourself to the smorgasbord. Dang, I never did get to write my Sexism in Blogland blog. Or my Third Watch Season Finale blog. Or my I So Predicted Willow As The Big Bad This Year blog. Maybe next week. permalink
There was an editorial in SFGate today, and a representative from the SFSU Hillel organization and one from the Palestinian counter-demonstrators were both on O'Reilly tonight.
I don't have time to dig for a transcript, but I think O'Reilly was way too soft on the Palestinian. Then again, I think she made a total ass of herself, so maybe he felt sorry for her.
Hm. Message from the Prez and The Corner (besides Instapundit) yesterday. O'Reilly and an editorial in the SFGate today.
Folks, I think you got the message out. Keep up the good work. permalink
The word has been thrown around so much in response to the Israeli actions in the West Bank, I thought I'd remind folks of one of the true Middle Eastern sponsors of genocide: Iraq's Saddam Hussein.
Somehow, the UN Committee on Human Rights seems to have missed this one. We'll have to check the website and see what we can. Nope, can't find a thing issued on the gassing of Kurds by the UNHRC. I'm shocked, shocked I say. permalink
I had thought that it pretty much goes without saying that if you send a weblogger email, you understand it may be quoted on her site. In the event of a long-standing (or even short-standing) correspondence, I generally ask permission before posting quotes from somebody's email with attribution. I do this because there is a line that begins to blur when you start corresponding with someone who originally wrote you to tell you they liked (or disliked) something you said on your site. I have also on more than one occasion used unidentified snippets of letters in posts, and recently have taken to the habit of quoting letters from readers with attribution of their first names and last initials. None of these latter have complained.
But the whiners do exist, and so I announce my policy publicly so no one can throw a tantrum because I quoted a single unattributed phrase of their email without their express permission. Well, so no one can throw another tantrum, actually. (Good diversionary tactic: Throw a tantrum about the supposed breach of trust instead of discussing the issue raised. Now that's a sober response.) So if you don't want me quoting your email, please say so somewhere in the message.
This has been a public service announcement. permalink
Joe took some precious time away from sitting shiva for his grandmother and came up with a great list of things we can do in the wake of the SFSU riot. Here are some of his ideas:
Brought my Jeep in to take care of a possible ignition switch problem; a recall. While it's there, I told them, can you check for a squeaky belt somewhere? I keep hearing it. They checked. It wasn't a belt, it was the water pump. Oops. That mighta been a problem on my trip to Richmond tomorrow.
In the meantime, I'm sifting through emails and seeing what went on in the world while I was waiting for a new water pump and running errands. More action is needed on the SFSU riot. Oh, and add Christopher Johnson to the list below. I knew I forgot someone.And Anne Wilson (no, not THAT one.) permalink
Many thanks to everyone who either sent supportive and helpful email or blogged or put up a link to the SFSU situation.
I received some interesting email, ranging from "Your latest blog made me cry" to calls for violence. Uh, no. I don't believe violence is the way to go. A dialogue is a good beginning. Violence is always the last resort.
Which is not to say that I don't think some of those protestors shouldn't get a good whup upside the head.
The linkers: Laurence Simon, Jeff Goldstein, Bill Allison, Bruce Hill, Damian Penny, Mac Thomason, Susanna Cornett, Asparagirl, Meryl Evans, Ben Henick, Mac Fraziers, Mike Sanders, and, of course, Charles Johnson and Glenn Reynolds. Possibly a few I missed; let me know.
I would also point out that it's not over yet. Scroll down to yesterday's blog and find the email address with which to send your thoughts to SFSU about the situation.
Update: One of my correspondents on the SFSU riot turns out to have quite a good website of his own. Go check out Joshua Sharf's website while I whisper some advice. (Pssst--permalinks, and more links in the articles. Where's the Human Rights Commission report, for example?) permalink
Someone's got a virus
The President has another letter to the community. Although I'm not pleased with his minimizing the events:
President Corrigan makes some promising statements:
I hope that the review of the videotape brings real action against those who threatened the students and their guests. In the meantime, I think a little extra push won't hurt.
Many of you have emailed me the same question regarding the post below on the anti-Semitic near-riot at SFSU: What can we do?
I'm working on the question. But in the meantime, I think publicity is our strongest weapon. Hatred grows best when it remains unchallenged, and there is nothing that a college hates more than bad publicity. So I have put Laurie Zoloth's letter in a plain text file for you to download or cut and paste. Email it to your friends. Email it to talk-radio personalities. Email it to your local newspapers and television stations. Email it to anyone you can think of who will find it an outrage and want to do something about it.
Send an email to President Corrigan thanking him for his strong response to the events of May 7th. Urge him to punish those involved in unlawful actions. But first, reread Laurie's letter. What I would like to know is why the Campus police refused to do anything when asked. Will that be part of the investigation as well?
This is a message from Laurie Zoloth, the director of the Jewish Studies program at San Francisco State University. These are her thoughts after participating in the demonstration on campus last week.
Things like this don't just make me sick. They make me afraid to be a Jew. Americans need to wake up and stop this kind of hatred.
Today, all day, I have been listening to the reactions of students, parents, and community members who were on campus yesterday. I have received email from around the country, and phone calls, worried for both my personal safety on the campus, and for the entire intellectual project of having a Jewish Studies program, and recruiting students to a campus that in the last month has become a venue for hate speech and anti-Semitism. After nearly 7 years as director of Jewish Studies, and after nearly two decades of life here as a student, faculty member and wife of the Hillel rabbi, after years of patient work and difficult civic discourse, I am saddened to see SFSU return to its notoriety as a place that teaches anti-Semitism, hatred for America, and hatred, above all else, for the Jewish State of Israel, a state that I cherish.
I cannot fully express what it feels like to walk across campus daily, past maps of the Middle East that do not include Israel, past posters of cans of soup with labels on them of drops of blood and dead babies, labeled "canned Palestinian children meat, slaughtered according to Jewish rites under American license," past poster after poster calling out "Zionism=racism, and Jews=Nazis." This is not civic discourse, this is not free speech, and this is the Weimar Republic with brown shirts it cannot control. This is the casual introduction of the medieval blood libel and virulent hatred smeared around our campus in a manner so ordinary that it hardly excites concern--except if you are a Jew, and you understand that hateful words have always led to hateful deeds.
Yesterday, the hatred coalesced in a hate mob. Yesterday's Peace In The Middle East Rally was completely organized by the Hillel students, mostly 18 and 19 years old. They spoke about their lives at SFSU and of their support for Israel, and they sang of peace. They wore new Hillel t-shirts that said "peace" in English, Hebrew and Arabic. A Russian immigrant, in his new English, spoke of loving his new country, a haven from anti-Semitism. A sophomore spoke about being here only one year, and about the support and community she found at the Hillel House. Both spoke of how hard it was to live as a Jew on this campus how isolating, how terrifying. A surfer guy, spoke of his love of Jesus, and his support for Israel, and a young freshman earnestly asked for a moment of silence, and all the Jews stood still, listening as the shouted hate of the counter demonstrators filled the air with abuse.
As soon as the community supporters left, the 50 students who remained praying in a minyan for the traditional afternoon prayers, or chatting, or cleaning up after the rally, talking -- were surrounded by a large, angry crowd of Palestinians and their supporters. But they were not calling for peace. They screamed at us to "go back to Russia" and they screamed that they would kill us all, and other terrible things.
They surrounded the praying students, and the elderly women who are our elder college participants, who survived the Shoah, who helped shape the Bay Area peace movement, only to watch as a threatening crowd shoved the Hillel students against the wall of the plaza. I had invited members of my Orthodox community to join us, members of my Board of Visitors, and we stood there in despair. Let me remind you that in building the SFSU Jewish Studies program, we asked the same people for their support and that our Jewish community, who pay for the program once as taxpayers and again as Jews, generously supports our program. Let me remind you that ours is arguably one of the Jewish Studies programs in the country most devoted to peace, justice and diversity since our inception.
As the counter demonstrators poured into the plaza, screaming at the Jews to "Get out or we will kill you" and "Hitler did not finish the job," I turned to the police and to every administrator I could find and asked them to remove the counter demonstrators from the Plaza, to maintain the separation of 100 feet that we had been promised.
The police told me that they had been told not to arrest anyone, and that if they did, "it would start a riot." I told them that it already was a riot. Finally, Fred Astren, the Northern California Hillel Director and I went up directly to speak with Dean Saffold, who was watching from her post a flight above us. She told us she would call in the SF police. But the police could do nothing more than surround the Jewish students and community members who were now trapped in a corner of the plaza, grouped under the flags of Israel, while an angry, out of control mob, literally chanting for our deaths, surrounded us. Dr. Astren and I went to stand with our students.
This was neither free speech nor discourse, but raw, physical assault.
Was I afraid? No, really more sad that I could not protect my students. Not one administrator came to stand with us. I knew that if a crowd of Palestinian or Black students had been there, surrounded by a crowd of white racists screaming racist threats, shielded by police, the faculty and staff would have no trouble deciding which side to stand on. In fact, the scene recalled for me many moments in the Civil Rights movement, or the United Farm Workers movement, when, as a student, I stood with Black and Latino colleagues, surrounded by hateful mobs. Then, as now, I sang peace songs, and then, as now, the hateful crowd screamed at me, "Go back to Russia, Jew." How ironic that it all took place under the picture of Cesar Chavez, who led the very demonstrations that I took part in as a student.
There was no safe way out of the Plaza. We had to be marched back to the Hillel House under armed SF police guard, and we had to have a police guard remain outside Hillel. I was very proud of the students, who did not flinch and who did not, even one time, resort to violence or anger in retaliation. Several community members who were swept up in the situation simply could not believe what they saw. One young student told me, "I have read about anti-Semitism in books, but this is the first time I have seen real anti-Semites, people who just hate me without knowing me, just because I am a Jew." She lives in the dorms. Her mother calls and urges her to transfer to a safer campus.
Today is advising day. For me, the question is an open one: what do I advise the Jewish students to do?
I received an email from Laurie confirming that the above is her letter.
And she added this:
It took almost no time to find these links from the SFSU website: Letters from the President of SFSU regarding the tolerance displayed after September 11th. I can find no such essay regarding the riot of last week.
Messages from President
Robert A. Corrigan
And now that you're finished, here, read this gem from the SFSU website (emphasis mine):
Guess they should have sent the Palestinian students and their supporters there first, huh?
The only news article I could find was a brief mention near the end of this, which complains only of anti-Semitic slurs yelled out.
Tell me again how this is anti-Zionism, and not anti-Semitism. I'm dying to hear an explanation. Well, no, not yet. But if it were up to these protestors, I would be. permalink
Hey, he calls himself that, I'm just following his lead. Anyway, my pal over at Amish Technical Support thought I'd be interested in poetry, but instead I am interested in Sno-Cones. (Dude, if you're gonna call 'em, spell 'em rite.) I do not make my own, and I adore Sno-Cones in the summertime. I prefer grape or cherry, will not get that blue raspberry unless it's the only one left, and hate the tri-color ones they try to make you buy at fairs.
And S.L.: I did have a Sno-Cone machine, but it wasn't a Snoopy. It was, well, a snowman. With his plastic arms on his plastic hips so that it was really one big piece of plastic with a metal grater in its hat (or head, it was a really long time ago--sixth grade, I believe). You had to turn the handle and you got shaved ice, not crushed, and the syrups were great, but they didn't include a lot with the Sno-Cone machine, and then when we ran out, Mom insisted on improvising. Well, there went the Sno-Cones. Plus the fact that even at age eleven, I knew the difference between shaved ice and real crushed-ice Sno-Cones. We put the machine away, bringing it out only to impress the neighborhood kids or the cousins, and settled for getting real Sno-Cones at the Jersey Shore every summer. Well, we also got lemon Italian Ices, which is making me wish I had one right now, but alas, I don't, and besides, it's bedtime. Past, actually. Two a.m., and still bringing you the freshest posts in blogdom. I am either far too dedicated, or far too insane. I choose the latter. permalink
The quote above is from an email which I am currently fact-checking. If it proves true, there's a blog to be posted later that will singe your heart and soul. In the meantime, Zem sent me some Fun With Scientology Facts: Someone finally won a lawsuit against the so-called "Church" of Scientology.
Check out that last graf: They had to pay! They had to pay! They had to pay! Excuse me for a moment while I dance on what may turn out to be the grave of an illicit cult: Fuckers finally got an honest judge and jury against them! Repeatedly!
Uh-huh. The Scientologists never give up. They were forced to pay. Plus interest.
Thanks, Zem. This news brought a needed smile to my face. permalink
Interesting post on Israeli Guy's blog about how corrupt Arafat's Palestinian Authority is.
Also a couple of interesting posts about being called up as a reserve and sent to Gaza, then standing down.
I found the above Israeli blog via Letter from Gotham, where Diane E. continues to make me feel like my writing might catch up to hers in another twenty years or so. She points to this article in her post about what she calls THE CHURCH OF THE CALAMITY. They killed, among others, American citizens--and the United States set them free to kill again.
Diane, you're making me feel even more hopeless about Israel than I usually do. Say it ain't so. permalink
Richard Bennett writes an analysis of the future of weblogs; said analysis renders blogs like Instapundit's obsolete. It's nothing personal, Glenn, he says--it's just that we're going to be able to automate a weblog that will bring us content from pre-chosen sites and display it for our viewing pleasure.
I've heard these claims before. Didn't they use the same premise for "push" technology? Say, whatever happened to "push" technology, anyway?
Anyway, in the comments, Richard asks:
I don't think it is they who are missing the point. Richard uses Alexa rankings as a measurement of blog popularity. It's a flawed system of measurement. Uh, even a non-statistician like me can see that. It's a ranking of websites visited by users of the Alexa toolbar. What is their percentage of overall web users? The only numbers I can find are their claims of 1 million downloads of the toolbar in 1998, 3 million in 1999, and 7 million in 2000. These are not impressive numbers.
Richard also cites Daypop and Blogdex as the type of places most people are going now to get their hot site list, and sees them as the future of blog punditry. Both those link-trackers are seriously flawed. I could post about literally nothing, and get onto the Daypop Top 40 index with a few friendly links. I've been in the Daypop top twenty with as few as eight links; at single digits with 16. While the Hulk was smashing his way into my stats record books, both Daypop and Blogdex were not counting at least as many links as they were counting. I kept track through my referrer log. On the best day prior to my Instapundit links, I received 2,300 visitors in one day and didn't make either Blogdex or Daypop--although I was linked to by Metafilter and BBSpot. A couple of weeks ago, a top Daypop entry was a website that had changed its URL. People who had linked to it before updated their links. Uh--yeah, that's a compelling reason to tune into Daypop. Oh, I forgot--there are all those "What X are you?" polls, too. Without a human to filter the links, they're not worth much to me.
As for the power of Instapundit--hey, I'll swear by it. Glenn has linked to a few of my essays and humor pieces. I've received 600, 500 (Saturday), 1,400, and 2,100 visitors directly from Instapundit. By contrast, I've received no more than 200 extra visitors via Daypop, and in spite of being number 7 on Blogdex for more than a day, I received barely 100 visitors from Blogdex. (That was for the same piece, and the same day, that Instapundit sent me 2,100.) However--and here's where Glenn's power really lies--in the days immediately following a link from Glenn, traffic is generally at least double what it normally is. Daypop and Blogdex generally drop you off their list within a day as the links to you grow stale. But the people who read Instapundit put up a link if they like what they've found--and the people who read their sites put up links to that same link--until on a day when Glenn sent me about 1,500 visitors, I had a total of 3,647 visitors. Counting my average traffic rate prior to that day, more than half my visitors came from links to links via Instapundit. On the day after the link, I received 1,400 visitors--still a huge increase over my daily average.
Another benefit: Each time Glenn has linked to me, my overall traffic rate has increased by about 20%. Okay, I guess that's my doing, as I'm the one writing the blogs that keeps them coming back, but Glenn is the one that got their attention in the first place. Without Instapundit, I'd have a lot fewer people reading this site. And the really nice thing about Glenn is he'll send traffic to anyone he thinks is interesting--left, right, pro-gun, anti-gun--all he requires is that you write something worth reading.
I think the point Richard is missing is that the quality of the content is what will drive visitors to your site, and I don't believe that an automated weblogging tool is going to be able to discern any kind of quality no matter how good an algorithm you develop. He says:
One thing he seems to be ignoring is that even if you've got your robots doing the grunt work, people are still going to have to use their own skills to compile and comment. Otherwise all you have is lists, which already exist in abundance.
I do agree that no one person can manage the blogosphere--hell, I can't even keep up with the new blogs I've discovered in the past 60 days--but I don't buy that the Instapundits of the blog world will be made obsolete anytime soon. And I absolutely refute the contention that Glenn Reynolds' influence is fading. My highest-ever stat day--3,647 visitors, 4,611 page views--came ten days ago, because of a link from Glenn.
If that's Glenn in his golden years, he's not ready for the retirement home just yet. permalink
Last week's blogs are archived. If you're looking for something funny, try the Hulk's solution to the Middle East conflict, or Yasser Arafat Secret Phone Transcripts. Iseema bin Laden's diary is also a good bet if you've never been here before.