Two years ago today, on Independence Day, I wrote my first post for this blog. Against the firework-lit Manhattan sky, Cubiyanqui came to be.
This blog has been, and continues to be, a challenge, satisfying work and a great source of joy and pride. Also a perfect channel “to share my creative efforts and other obsessions with my friends and the rest of the world.”
In this time I’ve posted 781 times on 109 different categories with 1,281 tags. Through today, the site has had a total of 23,335 visitors from as far away as Viet Nam and South Africa.
Of the many comments those visitors have left, one hateful diatribe stands out — and I mean hateful — written in response to a political article I posted. Someone didn’t agree with a constitutionally-protected progressive point of view I expressed. The comment, the only one of it’s kind I ever got, was full of racist, xenophobic words, also wishing me a painful death from a certain disease. I deleted it. Sent it to the trash, where that stuff belongs.
The comment that stands in stark contrast to that one was posted in response to an essay I wrote about missing my Dad on his birthday. It was from someone who was missing their own Dad and was searching the internet for a little relief from the ache. It was a brief human connection, the kind possible between reader and writer, born out of a common loss and the shared blessing of having known someone exceptional. That comment is the one I treasure today, on this second anniversary.
Thanks for you support over the last 2 years. I look forward to your next visit.
Last year, on this day, I started this humble — yet awesome — blog. I originally wanted to name it Cubiyankee, but my daughter suggested the Spanishsized version and I’m very glad I listened. Since the first day, I’ve posted 708 entries — this will be the 709th — or an average of 1.9 posts per day. Some have been personal essays and others links to interesting and informative stuff I’ve come across.
I’m nowhere near Andrew Sullivan’s superhuman output levels, but certainly I’ve exceeded what I envisioned at the outset.
I’m very excited about the sophomore year that begins tomorrow and I certainly hope that you continue to visit often. I’ve certainly enjoyed your company.
Here’s the very first post, in case you missed it:
Early this morning I hung a flag in the front of our home. This is the first time that I have done this since the tragedy of September 11th. The weather, no doubt caught up in the patriotic spirit, decided to contribute a glorious day to the celebrations. The annual firework display was moved closer to our neighborhood and there was the possibility that, if the barges were anchored in a certain position in the Hudson, we would be able to catch it all from our second floor bedroom window.
For the first time in a long time, the number of people telling pollsters that the country is going in the right direction is increasing. I am in that group. Even when on a personal level I have suffered a great deal from the economic crisis, I haven’t felt this optimistic in at least a decade. The financial situation is a difficult one — and so many people have it even worse than our family — but I have bought into the sense of possibility that came over this country last November.