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The written word is alive and well.
Today, the art of journaling has experienced a resurgence in popularity with web logs, affectionately
known as blogs.
Over half a million people participate in the blog phenomenon.
Every 40 seconds a new blogger enters the fold with the composition
of their first entry.
Blog themes include personal diaries, current event observations, and technology insights.
The BlogPhilosopher has consolidated blogs into various categories. For your reading enjoyment,
a sample passage is provided with each blog link.
features selected
diary blogs spanning diverse geographic and cultural backgrounds.
The feature blogs that have
been provided by the bloggers themselves. All in all, these blogs
provide a fascinating snapshot of life
in the new millennium.
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Sunday, March 16, 2003
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Washington
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09/29/02
So I was already a bit on edge when I got up Friday and discovered that I was on the wrong end of a write-in campaign orchestrated by my arch-nemesisesses, the Wiccans. There had never been any bad blood betwixt the Wiccans and I before, (perhaps because I alone, of all Earth-based bloggers, refrained from mocking the Harry Potter Nimbus 2000 Amazon reviews), but it seems that one of them stumbled upon a review of a game called "Witch Trial" I had written several years ago. Details of the game were then posted to pagen.ws, along with my email address and exhortations to "drop me a line". I'm so totally not making any of this up. That's how I came to be besieged by almost four angry emails.
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Australia
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03/03/03
And mate, seeing as you were the first one to discover the fact that the ticket machine isn't working, and I just happen to be standing near it, I'm afraid that makes it your job to tell all the other potential ticket buyers when they edge past all the other commuters that the machine isn't working. Please do not just stand there and watch people struggle to get money out of their wallets and then attempt to use the machine, knowing full well THAT IT ISN'T WORKING.
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Nebraska
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10/05/02
When the time arrives, the car pulls up and its a nice big semi-luxury sedan, probably a couple years old at most, probably priced 20-30 thousand dollars. After I notice the type of car, its appearance suddenly becomes stranger by the very second. There is a video camera propped in the window, turned on, recording. He pulled up far enough away from the window that he could open his door to pay. Along with the video camera, inside this great big car was probably everything this guy has ever owned. On the door are four cup holders, with 4-5 cups in each of them from different fast food restaruants. There are clothes piled high in the passenger seat and so much other random shit it almost looks like another person is in there with him. There are sports bumper stickers all over the place and little Huskers flags hanging off the side of the car, I think on the windows.
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Washington
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1/25/03
She reacted with a look of discomfort and confusion and my wave withered into a vague directionless pointing gesture. I sat down with my tea, humbled. She came over a few minutes later to chat. It was her and I turned into that same stuttering bundle of nerves from three years ago. We had a short conversation, both of us pretending to have forgotten the details of our confusing past correspondence - though it seemed like we both remembered everything (we remembered each others names and the details of our couple of email exchanges. She went back to her seat, where she was perched over a chessboard, and I sat and wrote for awhile. When I looked over at her again, she was leaning back in her chair with a chess book open in front of her. The sleeves of her sweater were pulled down over her hands, just like before.
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Pennsylvania
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10/09/02
Just went in to deliver a draft opinion to the judge. We chatted about the document for a minute or two. I couldn't help but notice the smoke smell was stronger than usual. That was when I realized she had two cigarettes going at the same time, one on her lip, one in the tray. Yesterday evening, I noticed three empty packs in the trash.
The judge has a raspy cough that sounds much worse than she claims it is. She tries not to laugh too hard or drink too quickly for fear a coughing fit will start. In addition to the cigarette smoke, she often smells like cough drops. She coughs unnatural stuff up, some of it tinged red with blood
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Georgia
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1/22/03
Dr. C had given the horse major pain meds, enough meds that a normal horse would be on the ground, it wasn’t even touching this horse. We got back to the clinic at about six thirty, got the horse on fluids, and watched and waited. He was still going down, and he was maxed out on the amount of meds we could give him. Dr. C went home to let her dogs out, and pick up a little dinner for us, and left me at the clinic to watch him. While she was gone, he went to his knees several times, but never went down. Of course, the fact that I was screaming, and banging on the stall door might have had something to do with that.
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