Nine Years of Blogitude

I can hardly believe it, and my nineteen year old self would be amazed, but today marks this blog's ninth birthday. It began life as an outlet for my rants, raves and questionable opinions, with an estimated audience of zero. Then lo and behold, some of you actually started reading the thing, and as a result I haven't shut up since. So thank you all for that, and let me warn you now: I'm not likely to stop any time soon. 

Comments

[Christine]

Congratulations! Only just discovered you about a year ago, but really enjoy reading your posts. Plus you're a Dunedin girl, so you must be ok :)

[marcellous]

Your anniversary sent me curious to revisit your beginning.

And here (since comments are closed there) is a comment on your first post, where, toying with the question of whether fragments of libretto could come in handy for actual use, you referred to a fragment translated as "The King has insisted that Percy must not know" and asked:

"Do people still name their children Percy?"

Possibly; possibly not. In the fragment you quote (Anna Bolena Act III scene vi, I guess) it's a family name rather than a given name.

Congratulations on your blogbirthday!

[Sarah]

Yes, funnily enough in the ensuing nine years, I did in fact realise this! Don't look too closely at my early posts, you'll find errors far more egregious than that one. I know they're there, but I also know that retrospective editing, once it starts, may never stop.