Someone mentioned in the comments of my recent post about I’s CUBE that there were some videos of them on YouTube. Well, I just checked the other videos uploaded by the same user and he’s got Otofuke videos too! You have to watch Otofuke perform. They have so much fun it’s contagious.
Category: General
I’m spying on you…
A while ago I learned about the site Crazy Egg through a writeup on TechCrunch. Crazy Egg is similar to Google Analytics but more visual. You add a line of Javascript to your blog’s template and Crazy Egg will keep track of exactly where your visitors click and show you through a heatmap or an overlay of click statistics. With a free account you can track up to 5,000 clicks per month. For bloggers, that’s plenty. Frankly, if they offered only 2,000 I’d probably end up paying for an account instead of leeching.
From the roughly 3,000 clicks in the past 20 days I’ve learned a few things:
- More people click on my Technorati Profile than I expected. I should make an “About Me” link at the top with short profile page.
- People can’t resist clicking on images that accompany a post, so I will be sure to always link them to something.
- Far more people read comments than post them. I had no idea. But the “Recent Comments” sidebar isn’t used as much as I anticipated.
- People need to be re-introduced to I’s CUBE. That post didn’t get nearly as much attention as I expected. I know visitors are interested in music because they click on the “music” category in the sidebar.
- The links to other gaikokujin podcasters are frequently used. That’s some pretty prime real estate! Maybe I should put the Google ads above it instead.
- Interestingly, far fewer visitors go for my links to other video blogs, although they do click on the videos I post. I might link my videos to pages with ads. (Don’t complain. I’m paying more than you are for all this. The Ninja makes $300,000 a year, mind you.)
- A heck of a lot of people hit the “next” link at the bottom of the page. That’s a very good sign.
So as you can see, Crazy Egg is offering quite a useful service for free. I suspect it won’t stay that way forever.
Barack and Roll
It’s not too obvious that I’m sucking in my gut, is it?
Get the t-shirt directly from the artist, she’s a real cutie-pie.
My Online Fantasy
If I were doing what I really want to do, if I could throw caution to the wind and overcome my fears of criticism, failure and success, this is what I’d be doing:
- More videoblogging
- Take requests
- Make them accessible to hearing impared: fully bilingual subtitles, beneficial to EN/JA language students too
- Debunk commons myths about Japan once and for all (there are no goddamn used panty machines!)
- Further research into stories about Japan that make the front page of digg.com
- Make enough money to cover travel, equipment and time expenses
- Foster videoblogging among international high school students in Japan
- Corporate-sponsored online international student film contest/festival
- Discover and uncover independent artists in Japan with potential
- Create high-quality recordings of their live performances for promotion and sale
- Interview them in English/Japanese to develop a personal bond between them and their fans
- Create a library of live performances and behind the scenes videos to show them in real life: a new kind of “personal promotion” that goes deeper than traditional promotion
- Sell exclusive DRM-free tracks online, split the profits as if I were a traditional record store.
- Eventually create a virtual record label that’s focused on benefitting everyone, not just me
- Offer back-office services to independent artists so they can focus on making music for a worldwide audience and I can make a living
- Create a thriving online community
- Change the focus from me to the community: I want to be Tom
- Use the podcast as the community newsletter, like Diggnation
- I have ideas, but need a establish a mutual trusting relationship with a PHP/MySQL developer who will work for free in exchange for a huge payoff that might (or might not) come in the future.
- More podcasts
- Language learning
- (Secret)
I’ve heard it said that you’re a different person every ten years. In the next ten years, I want to be the person who achieves all the above. But there are still some lessons I need to learn, and people I need to meet. That’s what I’m working on now.
One thing I’m starting to realize is that fame, although intangible and ephemeral, has real value. For a reason I don’t yet understand, people are willing to spend money to associate themselves with a figure they trust and admire. Entertainment, in all its forms, is a gold mine. People want to feel better about themselves, belong to a group, feel closer to others and vicariously explore the world outside their daily lives. I enjoy helping others more than anything else, but I have to figure out a way to make money doing it. I see that as a necessary evil, and that’s my greatest psychological barrier right now. Adam Curry doesn’t have that barrier, and that’s the greatest difference between him and me.
An I’s CUBE/Kana update
I just heard from Kana Tokura, I’s CUBE‘s manager when they were at Yamaha records. I lost touch with Kana when I dropped off the face of the earth last year, but she just sent me an e-mail with good news.
Kana started a new company and took I’s CUBE with her. She understands much better than Yamaha Records that people are changing what they listen to, the way they acquire music and how they listen to it. That being said, you can sample I’s CUBE’s latest CD online and purchase it via Paypal.
Show ’em your fandom (and make Kana all happy and giggly) by friending One Up Music and I’s CUBE on MySpace.
The Diagnosis
I’m middle-aged.
And anal retentive.
I gotta get more exercise.
My liver needs to go on a diet.
There’s a polyp on my gall bladder that needs to be checked again in three months.
Looks like I won’t be doing the ultra-dramatic “I have intestinal cancer from years of off-and-on smoking and only have three months to live” podcast.
I feel like a hypochondriac.
One of my favorite things about this blog…
…is that a day later I learn to spell many words correctly for the first time, and hope nobody noticed.
Still no poop. And this morning my wife came in and would have succumbed to the fumes had she not thought quickly and threw a chair through the window.
Herro flom the hospital
I do reveal a lot about my life, but not everything. Figuring nobody really would want to know, I left out the fact that my body decided to stop pooping about two weeks ago, and before that multiple blood tests showed elevated ALP and white blood cell levels. Then yesterday I pooped nothing but some snot and a wee bit of blood, and that immediately got my attention. So I consulted Dr. Google with my symptoms and came up with “cholecystitis,” a.k.a an inflamed gall bladder.
At the hospital I got a second opinion from a real doctor, (Just in case. Like HAL from 2001, Google is always right, but you never know.) The real doctor said I need to take a really, really good poop and prescribed me some laxatives normally used only by zoo veterinarians and college fraternity pranksters, because the over-the-counter laxatives I’ve been popping like Tic-Tacs aren’t doing the trick. And I’m going in for a sonogram tomorrow to check under the hood. (I can’t wait to see my own liver!)
So I’m sitting here in front of the computer now, listening to my stomach gurgle and stinking up my little home office like you wouldn’t believe. (Andy came into visit a few minutes ago but immediately fled in severe olfactorial distress.) So far the horse pills haven’t done their thing, but I feel like a rocket on a launch pad, counting down till blast off.
I guess this is my body’s way of saying, “Welcome to middle age. Paybacks are hell.”
Why me?
Honestly, I’m not a pervert. I’m not running a site that recounts sexual encounters with Japanese girls, and there are no photos up womens’ dresses, no hidden onsen or dressing room videos here, nor am I offering a comprehensive guide to the sex shops of Kabukicho. But most people find my site by googling for “chikan” or “mouthcam, with “used panties” and “ass hair” bringing up the rear. (Har har.)
But seriously, I think I might have been the first source in the English-speaking world to recount the story about the reason behind Mixi‘s stock price’s nosedive. And I think I’m at least doing a litte to offset the widespread belief that there are used panty vending machines on every streetcorner in Japan because there are no used panty vending machines in Japan.