The poor plogger plods home and plops down in front of the keyboard. Visions of wolf-headed canes dance through his head, like some nightmarish Night before Christmas. He thinks of the excuse of too much work – teaching, a manuscript, a new special issue. But he can already anticipate the wolf’s head beating impatiently against his forehead, and then the twisted Marie Antoinette falsetto, “May you eat sugarplums. Yes, sugar plums and long hours at the keyboard.”
“But Travis and Peter have written about too much sitting. It’s no obesity panacea.”
“I can’t even do speakeasy science today, Brian. I’m never that articulate.”
“I thought PLoS Blogs was supposed to be a wonderland.” I chance a quick look at the other ploggers. Can I rally them? “Stop laying into the body politic, mate. We’ll circle the wagons, get a defensive mentality on, become a neurotribe!”
I take a breath. Three is a magic number. He has to lay off now…
The cane smacks me in the head again. “Procrastinaton must be in your genome, boy. But no more! It’s time for a Top Ten list. Some statistics. You can do at least that for the one year anniversary of PLoS blogs.
I nod my head dutifully. “Yes, I can do that.” But first I go grab another beer. Time to celebrate a year on this great network. And lo and behold, the words flow…
So here’s Neuroanthropology’s Top Ten over the last year. Greg and I have had a great time with the group, and here are the posts to show it.
Now for on-site statistics. I’m using Google Analytics. 183 posts. 290,000 pageviews. Visitors from 194 countries and territories. Sounds like good enough for a beer from London. I can hope!
Beyond interest and high quality, topics in the news, and image searches (the main drivers of the top ten lists), we had a lot of other great posts. I’ve picked six other great ones, just in case you want more. Dreaming of sweet sixteen, even at age one…
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Here’s to another year! And thanks to Brian, all the great staff at PLos, the other PloS bloggers for their great work and generosity, and my comrade-in-arms, Greg.