2010 in review

Hurrah! I didn’t expect “Contained” to take the number one spot, but here we are. Seems wordpress has sent me all the need to knows of my blog-in-review for 2010!

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a  summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 6,000 times in 2010. That’s about 14 full 747s.

 

In 2010, there were 155 new posts, not bad for the first year! There were 85 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 132mb. That’s about 2 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was August 21st with 163 views. The most popular post that day was Contained.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com, stumbleupon.com, jinglepoetry.blogspot.com, WordPress Dashboard, and en.wordpress.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for i pad, winston churchill quote on empires, photography quotes, michigan sleeping bear den, and 2010 injuries “tour of the unknown coast “.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

Contained August 2010
10 comments and 2 Likes on WordPress.com

2

About the Author February 2009
7 comments

3

Deception September 2010
65 comments and 7 Likes on WordPress.com

4

Masterpieces Stolen from Museum of Modern Art May 2010

5

Sunset October 2010
37 comments and 2 Likes on WordPress.com

 

Thanks to all of you that helped to make 2010 such a successful year for the Waking Den!

Dead Mementos

Statistics say that Death

came on in great demand–

and all the reels roll on

into the grim decree–

such madness in the flames,

the ponderous flight of man and steel

bidden, but unbound

could never be contained

by evil deep as soul was black–

but paper burns in fires bright

and names reduced to numbers

are lost beneath the ashes.

Memory is sifting through the dust

for dignity forgotten

by madder men than we.

The Dogs of War

can never be forgotten–

but the blood of the fallen

may never yet be found.

Screams echo through the halls

of history befouled

for all the lives we lost

and all the identities

we never may regain.