As I’ve noted, I tend to look at the “stats” for this blahg a few times a day.  I see how many times my writer friend in Gaj, Poland appears as a dot on the map of Europe, how many of my countrymen have checked in.  The slope of readers is a sliding pond down, tapering toward the zero sum many see life as.

“And if I suddenly had 20,000 readers a day?” I ask myself, “how would that change my life?”  Then I realize, it would be succulent data I could provide to a publisher to show they could sell my writing.  How would that change my life?  A nice thought.  

But as readership clings to single digits I ponder another mystery.  I’ve had a few visits by strangers.  I don’t know how they find their way to the posts, but four have pressed the “like” button and invited me to their sites.  Each of those four was interesting.  But here’s the mystery:

Yesterday I wrote something about false dichotomies, Line and Color.  I hit “publish” sometime around 1:30 pm.  Shortly afterwards I had two emails informing me that two people, with blahgs of their own, liked the piece.  I was gratified, visited their blahgs, was pleased to meet them.  Yet, when I checked my stats later, neither of these Americans showed up.   Three views, all from Gaj and nearby Krakow, Poland, as my writer friend made his rounds with his laptop.

A demographic mystery, I would say.