As the political pundits and marketing people were calling it, mini-Tuesday has come and went, and now Pennsylvania is about to be thrust onto the national spotlight. A few thoughts: first, Wyoming’s primaries were next, but as I’ve said before, the state doesn’t exist. It’s cool to think that Pennsylvania is going to be in the national spotlight, hooray for being relevant! I’m not looking forward to the seemingly endless campaigning, the inevitable traffic tie-ups and the barrage of ads we’ll be seeing. And of course, I don’t get to vote (unless there is some sort of referendum or something, but as of yet, I haven’t heard anything. Last primary I got to vote on a housing issue, but that was it), so I’ll wait until the general election.
A report came out discussing the pay of the bloggers at Gawker media. For those that don’t know, Gawker is a network of blogs, covering tech news, celebrity news and all other sorts of stuff. Lifehacker is one of them, and by far my favorite in the Gawker media network (too much emphasis on celebrities, but I guess people like to read that kind of stuff). So the bloggers are paid based on how many views their articles receive (which led to some interesting situations, or really, some bloggers trying to exploit the system by stating outlandish lies to get reactions from CEOs and get media attention…as reported by Ragan).
I believe that they get $7.15 for every 1,000 views, and their benchmark is to get 650,000 views a month. If they hit their benchmark, it works out to something like $60,000 a year, which for blogging is good money, heck, for just about anything is good money. I don’t know how often they hit their goal or how close they get.
Oh, in fun, related news, in January, I got enough traffic at my website to almost use all of my bandwidth! It was pretty cool actually, it died down a bit in February, but I blame that on the short month and my lack of posting due to the leader guides (they eat away at my life!).
And lastly, a story from my commute this morning. I’m driving down past Mercy Hospital and there is a stop sign. Now, at these signs, you stop. As the sign says to do. So I stop, but the lady behind me, in a rush, decides that I shouldn’t have, and she start flailing about and yelling at me. So, being the courteous driver that I was, as we entered a few blocks of one-lane, one-way streets, I went about five miles and hour (granted, we would have had to stop anyway for the red lights, so she really didn’t lose any time). She peeled away from me on fifth, only to have to stop due to a fire truck. Karma is wonderful!
