The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:
The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads This blog is doing awesome!.
A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 2,000 times in 2010. That’s about 5 full 747s.
In 2010, there were 36 new posts, not bad for the first year! There were 115 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 281mb. That’s about 2 pictures per week.
The busiest day of the year was July 22nd with 45 views. The most popular post that day was Steeplechase Soap Opera: Denson’s Coney Island Lost and Found.
Where did they come from?
The top referring sites in 2010 were alongtheshore.wordpress.com, dating-online2u.blogspot.com, healthfitnesstherapy.com, digg.com, and christinamrau.blogspot.com.
Some visitors came searching, mostly for plymouth church brooklyn, brooklyn heights, jennifer egan, sustainable lamppost, and steeplechase park coney island.
Attractions in 2010
These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.
Through A Hole, A Door: A Hole In A Fence May 2010
I Love Lucy: Jennifer Egan’s “Reading Lucy” April 2010
A Copy of A Copy: Ruskin’s The Seven Lamps Of Architecture May 2010
Taking in the rich history of Coney Island is a project. First, you need to get to Coney Island. Second, you need to look up at the ceiling at Stillwell Ave. Third, you need to walk outside into the bright sunlight, take in the music, the barkers calling for game players, the small old buildings, and the aroma of fried everything. Eat ice cream. Eat cotton candy. Eat marshmallows coated in peanuts and coconuts. Eat salt water taffy. Basically, eat everything. Then walk out onto the pier. Watch the waves. Take in the wind as it increases in force. Take in Coney Island.
While there, watch the dancers. Join in. And when the sun goes down, cheer for the fireworks.
Sherida Paulsen and Francis Marrone made an extended encore appearance today to discuss the definition of historic districts and how Brooklyn Heights came to be one. Things I learned today:
1. New York City’s laws about preservation of a historic district focus on the appropriateness of deeming it historical, whatever the heck that means, and mostly, it’s too vague to figure out
2. A town house is any house in a town. A row house is attached town houses. A brownstone is a row house with a brown sand stone facade. Hence, not all row houses are brownstones. Only the brown ones are.
3. Francis Marrone can’t stand still and lecture at the same time, which offers a very dynamic presentation.
4. Richardsonian Romanesque style architecture is a mishmosh of ornate and delicate styles and textures. A good example is the house that the happy hooker used to do business in, right here in Brooklyn Heights.
5. The Patty Duke Show and Moonstruck both were set on Brooklyn Heights.
6. Inhabitants say “on Brooklyn Heights” not “in Brooklyn Heights.” I understand that, living ON Long Island.
7. Nassau County Long Island is known for Amy Fisher. Go figure.
8. Henry Ward Beecher was really good at freeing slaves.
9. Henry Ward Beecher was also a big hypocrite, preaching against free love, yet he had an adulterous affair with Elizabeth Tilton. Juicy!
No good gossip about Beecher is worth a dime without visiting Plymouth Church. Visiting worshippers include Abraham Lincoln, Ulysses S. Grant, James A. Garfield, and Sojourner Truth. Not included: the happy hooker.
And while the organ is all well and good, the bathroom is something to really step back and ponder:
I suppose the stained glass windows are more important than the bathroom:
This window, part of several that depict religious iconography, are not in the church itself. The church used to have clear windows and then it switched to stained glass. The windows depict important figures in American history pertaining to abolition, education, and women’s rights. The lecturer explained that the members wanted the windows to depict the main message of the church: Freedom.
I learned so much about the Brooklyn Bridge on Wednesday that I could probably hock it at the corner market for a pretty penny. From Robert Zagaroli, Richard Haw, the Rudolph Burckhardt film Under The Bridge, and Ken Burns’s documentary about it, I absorbed the good and the bad, the highlights and the lows, the selling points and the dirty secrets to keep from the customers. Fortunately for the bridge, and for all of us I suppose, the bridge already belongs to us all, so there’s no selling it. New York has embraced the span more and more with every year. The backstory, told best by Haw in his British accent and everyone loves an accent (or at least everyone should), is one of strife and unhappiness, crippling work, unsatisfied workers, and death. Still, what has become of the Brooklyn Bridge is fascinating. It is an icon of colossal size. It brings with it personal stories, cultural history, and its own narrative from all different perspectives.
One cannot truly learn about the bridge and grasp its significance, however, without taking that stroll across it.
I wonder if the Roeblings knew what they were building. It’s not a bridge. It’s a living, vibrant piece of New York, of America, and of the world.