Google Analytics

I got the ol' Google Analytics working, finally, and it has been so fun to check the stats. The numbers are small but what I really enjoy is seeing the keywords that people type in Google to find this site. Ha! I just look at the string of queries -- example: "conversation starters" -- and then feel bad because people might've clicked on this site expecting useful information and I know they aren't going to find it.

I told my friend Andy about Google Analytics and he said, "What, are the keywords 'Goofy White Girl Who Likes Shoes?'"

That is a dead-on summation of this blog. I need to figure out to make that phrase drive people to this site.

So, with that in mind, here are my newest shoes. Cheap UO numbers that I think you could probably get for cheaper in an Asian grocery store. I wore them with my cartoon Harajuku Lovers purse, cut-off shorts and a graphic t-shirt - and promptly got carded. Figures.

And here are my favorite Google Analytics Keywords thus far:

"7 Eleven Tiffany"

"Craigslist Virginia Slims"

"Dumb and Dumber Remote Control Van"

"Gladiator Gosh"

"Smiley Straining Spoon"

"Some Pretty Shoes" [Editor's Note - That we have]

"The Song Bobby Justin"

And my absolute favorite:

"Laryngitis Voiceless Wife"

Free - I mean, Cautiously Wheelin'

Yesterday I rode my bike to a comedy show on U Street (Eugene Mirman! And friends!) and afterwards, I went back to unlock the bike only to find a guy passed out on the sidewalk next to it. I felt very urban at that moment.

I've been riding the bike a lot this week - I was inspired by my super cool friend Julie, who visited last week and is an avid biker. I borrowed a friend's bike for her, so we could do some sightseeing around the city. Rode the borrowed bike home from a party at 1 a.m. while I was a tad bit tipsy and the borrowed helmet was too small to fit on my head. Nothing about that scenario is safe!

I generally feel very close to God when I am biking. Not because nature is pretty or anything. It's because I am praying, "Dear Jesus, please don't let that car hit me."

But yesterday I was riding back from the show at night on the sidewalk on Massachusetts Avenue and I saw my shadow reflected along the trees and it was such a peaceful moment. Then I looked closer and noticed a deer staring at me from the patch of woods. Would've missed that if I was speeding by in a cab! But perhaps I would've had an interesting conversation with the cabbie so maybe the whole thing is a wash.

Candid Camera

Went to New York this weekend. On Saturday morning, I got on the subway with my friends, a crowded car per usual. We got off at our stop, and I noticed this kid behind us looking at me like he wanted to say something to me. I turned around, and he said, "Hey, I just wanted to tell you that a man on the subway car took a picture of your backside.""Huh," I said. "I don't really know what to do with this information."

And I still don't! Thanks for telling me, dude - I guess. Although if you hadn't told me, I would have lived the rest of my life blissfully ignorant to the fact that a weirdo might have taken a snapshot of my butt on the subway. Is it too late to choose that option? The latter one?

If you are ever perusing "Denim-Clad Asses of the MTA New York City Subway" or whatever website that photographer's got going, mine is the one in dark rinse Gap jeans.