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An experiment for a column I wrote about blogging back in December 2001. All these years later, I haven't been able to kick the habit.
If it's called Daily Blah, how come you don't ... hey, wait, you're writing every day!
See? Told you I'd try harder.
Mister, you talk funny. Are you one of them furrners?
Why yes I am, as it happens. I was born, raised and educated in Great Britain. I've been living in the U.S. since 1996 and identify as British.
I say, old chap, you forgot the "u" in "colour."
No I didn't. I may identify as British, but I am also an American journalist writing for an American audience about mostly American issues. These two different sides of me are a constant source of tension. Nevertheless, Daily Blah will adhere to American English grammar and spelling.
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Daily Blah for... Monday, August 26, 2002
Burn, Baby, Burn
What a week it's been -- and what a week it's about to be. I'm on my way to the Black Rock Desert of northern Nevada for the annual Burning Man festival (my fourth) with my friends Bill and Dave (their first). They flew in from New York on Friday, and we spent the weekend arguing every topic under the sun, as is our wont, and making hugely expensive trips to camping supply shops and thrift stores and supermarkets for all our survival and costume and power bar needs. Bill and Dave are Burning Man virgins, but they've taken to the Burning Man ideal of surreal performance art fun like a duck to dihydrous monoxide. Already they feel like citizens of Black Rock City. Our excitement and anticipation though sometimes clouded by exhaustion, is palpable. But the car is packed, the water is drawn, and in an hour or so now, we'll be on our way.
Joy of joys -- an e-mail arrives from my friend Aaron, already on the Black Rock playa constructing his art project, which unfortunately I have been asked not to tell you about yet but which is very cool. He's sending the e-mail from the playa itself. They have an 802.11b wi-fi network out there this year! Good thing Apple just sent me an extra wireless-ready laptop (loaded with the cool new operating system, Jaguar). This means, of course, that even though I am going to be in one of the most remote and harsh environments in America, I will still be able to check my e-mail and write blog entries. You haven't heard much from me last week. You'll hear a lot more next week, given how much of the day (as opposed to the riotous night) is spent sitting around escaping the sun. Expect a lot more exhausted, excitable missives like this one.
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