Noga notes that she is fully aware that she has yet to say something about herself and for herself. It's just that Noga doesn't yet have a handle on this blogging thing. The technical stuff as well as the maintenance of motivation when every post she writes hardly makes a reverberating splashing sound. So far it's been like throwing pebbles into a dry well.

The only response she got were these fragrant words from an anonymous reader:

my tongue, awkward;
in awe of your speaking heart,
can only agree

Much appreciated the thought, the effort, the elegance. No tongue could be any less awkward.