I'm Incapable of Remembering My Own Blogoversary

It was yesterday. Two years. Huh.

So I guess that makes today my first anniversary of forgetting my blogoversary. Because I spaced on it last year, too, amid snow days and work stress.

It’s never too late to raise a glass, right?

Festive kitteh from ICHC?

Here’s to 753 posts … the patience of my regular readers … the thoughtfulness and civility of my commenters … and the disappearance of my most Nuckolheaded troll ever. (Google hufu for an intro to this charming fellow, if you missed him.)

Oh, and I’m enjoying my flash-in-the-pan Technorati authority. I have no idea how “authority” is calculated these days, but it registered the spike in rage about Mary Daly. Given how dry that post was, I’m thinking I should write super-nerdy posts more often, using actual books. Next up: how to do perfect footnotes according to the Chicago Manual of Style!

Truth is, I mostly write about what interests me. I write to learn. I write because the static in my brain has to go somewhere. It’s a somewhat solipsistic approach, which makes me all the more grateful for my readers.

I write in hopes of being a better teacher. I brought the Mary Daly material into the classroom today while discussing exclusionary practices in second-wave feminism. I understood it better, thanks to my commenters.

Here’s the deal: I’ll spare you that post on Chicago-style footnotes if you’ll stick around.

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