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Saturday, January 8, 2011

Educate Me

Would someone please explain to me what is so great about Google Analytics? I tried to sign up for it, but it appeared to be telling me that on every single post, I have to plunk in a mile of code. Am I not reading the instructions correctly? Because if they really want me to plunk their special code into every single post I am not sure I can be their friend.

Also: whether this is true or not (and I'd like to know) is the information provided by Google Analytics worth all the (apparent) trouble???

One of y'all must know. Someone warm and toasty like Jane, or perhaps Adam.

Help. Please.

3 comments:

Avitable said...: You don't have to put it in every post - you can insert the code into the template for the footer of your blog and that will be sufficient. It will track your visitors, how people find you via searching, and tell you how long people stayed on each page. If that matters to you, it's worth it, but does that matter to you?; January 8, 2011 at 11:49 AM
Megan said...: What Adam said. xo; January 8, 2011 at 12:40 PM
Henri B. said...: It sounds like statcounter.com and I find that to be pretty convenient. Same deal - one html code anywhere on your page then you never have to deal with it again.; January 8, 2011 at 1:07 PM

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