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Rationale of a blog

A few years ago (2005...) I had a blog on MSN which I didn't do much with. I was travelling round China, and used it as a place to upload a few photos. At this time I also had a small portable hard drive. But costing less than 15 quid, it inevitably stopped working.

I had copied nearly 6 months worth of pictures onto this hard drive which were now all lost. I have tried many times in vain to revive little HDD. I haven't quite come to terms with losing these pictures; the memory mainly evokes anguish from the inability to feed my nostalgia with personal jpegs of my first trip big adventure in a far away country.

Whatever it is though has made me think that having a better standard of blog (the MSN one was good, but seemed a bit childish and like I was 15 years old again) is going to be worth it.

Plus, I've always liked the idea of having a blog or diary. I have tried writing a diary before. Sort of unsuccessfully. It was a trip over a few weeks. I was ok at the writing-down part, but it was what I was writing on that was the problem. I had written on scraps of paper (receipts, post-it notes, paper napkins) and in a battered notebook. At the time I had this fantastic idea of returning home and immediately transferring all my jottings in digital form, via the medium of fingers and keyboard. After 3 months of transcribing, I realised that I had vastly underestimated the task. After 8 months or so I had given up. Pens and paper are an art form but they're last century. Long live Base 2!

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  1. You're a Base 2.

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  2. Raven I love this rationale makes perfect sense and is really telling in its own way, doesn’t seem like its written by you yet im sure it is, really looking forward to following your journey and giving you something to read along the way. George

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  3. Hahaha, :), written all by me George, all by me! Thanks for tuning in...i'll try and keep it interesting. :) Cheers.

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