strange radiation: the pool of radiance archive
Adventures with an unreliable narrator.
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Sep 28 07: flashback
— Hey, who wrote HELP I’M A BUG on my letter to Grandma?
— Evidently some bug. How strange.
Sep 9 07: copy-editorial tidbits
From the August 15 issue of the Reno Gazette-Journal, the following headline:
Nigerian families pass on culture
Yeah. The mental pictures are kind of good on that one.
On a better note, word of a decision I hope will prove a harbinger of things to come: Wired News will no longer capitalize the word internet. Nor the words net or web, for that matter. Yay. Capitalizing the word internet is like some writer 100 years ago capitalizing electricity. There’s no point to that capital letter beyond a sign that it’s something strange and new and possibly dangerous. How long it’ll take Major Publication to come to the same conclusion is another question entirely: with a battleship of that size, sudden stops and turns are well beyond them. But it is a sign of hope nonetheless.
Sep 5 07: ny moment #43,165
Okay, so, um, local grocery store? On the way home tonight? Buying ice cream? And there’s this sign over the little refrigerated sushi case? And it says:
SOME SUSHI
CONTAIN
RAW FISH
Um.
Sep 1 07: exodus
Am no longer in the desert. I got to dance a little bit, see a lunar eclipse and a little bit of art, even witness the unscheduled burn on Monday night, but in the end I left Burning Man ahead of schedule yesterday: that cold-like thing I had before I went? It never went away. Instead, it meant that I had no reserves from which to draw in Black Rock City’s harsh environs: I got very dehydrated at the drop of a hat, which meant that I spent most of my days sitting on couches and bean-bag chairs, just trying to pull myself together; and the cold eventually flowered into what a trip to the ER last night revealed as a Whomping Case of Strep Throat. I was having no fun at all, and in the end I decided to spend the weekend at my mother’s, where at least I could ride out the fever, inability to eat solid foods, et cetera in civilized comfort.
Just before I got on the little plane that took me from the desert to Reno, a ladder blew over in a dust storm and whanged me on the head. It felt like Black Rock City saying goodbye. Oh, and yesterday I realized that I’ve lost the feeling in the little toe on my right foot, but I’m hoping that a few days out of my desert boots will clear that up.
Yeah, whee.