We don't devote enough effort to marking important occasions in this little hinterland of the voxosphere. Earlier this year, the editors here at Dabysan in Hammersmith Palais allowed our landmark 100th Vox post to pass into the ether with little fanfare. This week we almost committed a similar oversight by allowing our 52nd post of 2008 to come and go without so much as a celebratory word.
Well it's time to break the trend (and to stop using the royal "we") and I say, there's no time like the present.
Why is 52 significant? Well as anyone who has followed this space in the past 10.5 months will know, I took on an historic challenge in January, when blogging/WordTwist savant Jodi, in response to my honest well wishes for her ill-fated 365-day challenge, suggested that I would be unequal to the task of posting once a week.
Moments later, the 52 Posts in 52 Weeks Challenge was born, and I was off down the path of my most exciting of Vox adventures. Since the challenge began I've been in
five four countries, four nine states (the editor thanks CarrieNation for her math skills) and racked up approximately a quadrillion frequent flier miles. Yet every week, I've posted at least once, regardless of what exotic destinaton I've been knocking around. Last week I reached 52 posts, and while that number isn't significant for the purposes of the challenge -- which clearly requires that I post at least once during every calendar week of 2008 -- it is a good indication of how very wrong Jodi is, and that's worth something.
After I click "save" on this post, I'm on the hook for only seven more posts before I can claim my victory pie -- as well as a lengthy post from Jodi extolling my virtues. I'm here to tell you, faithful voxers, I'm not getting complacent. I have the finish line in view, and I'm leaving everything out on the track. My next major challenge comes during the first week in December, when I fly off for a trip to India. The trip lasts exactly from Monday-Sunday (the "week" as defined by the challenge) and poses a potential threat, but if I have to sign on using a goat-powered computer terminal in an opium den (good lord, where do I get my impressions of places?) I will post, and I will claim my pie.