He's posting diaries he wrote as a kid, one entry at a time.
We were intrigued, so we sent him an email and, well, you know where this is going:
Houston Press: So what's the deal?
Bill Davenport: When I was in sixth grade, our English teacher, Mr. Stone, gave my class an assignment to keep journals, all titled "The Stream of Consciousness." I think the idea was that we could write whatever we liked off the top of our heads, like James Joyce, who we had never heard of. Mr. Stone was a good teacher. I liked writing in my journal, and kept it up for the next four years, filling ten notebooks between the ages of eleven and fourteen, which got saved.
HP: What inspired this idea?
BD: I'm working on blogging as an art form; I was looking at blogs, and realized I had already written four years' worth of ready-made content. The motivation is mostly personal; I'm interested in re-reading and digitizing the hundreds of pages of text I wrote back then, and by proclaiming my blog project, I'll have to do it. By posting in real time, day by day, I have set a manageable workload for typing, and get a little suspense out of it, too.
HP: Are you going for any higher meaning with this, or is what we see what we get?
BD: It's a document, nothing more or less. Of course, it's personally meaningful to me, I get to re-evaluate my adolescence. Documents like this aren't too commonly available in public, so I thought it might be interesting to others as well. I'm making it available, that's all, and make no claims for it beyond authenticity. Posting your childhood journals is a little pathetic, so I thought it was important to host it on the biggest blog site, as it is the best case of the ultra-personal meeting the ultra-public, and it would be appropriate to lodge it among myriads of other no-doubt-personally-meaningful-but-otherwise-dull writings.
HP: Any highlights we should keep an eye out for?
BD: I myself haven't read it since I wrote it, so I have only vague recollections of what it contains. The bits I've read are pretty dull. [HP note: Well, dang, that's honest.] I'm more or less in the same position as online readers - I don't know what's going to happen next. That's part of the fun for me.
HP: So you wrote this journal from sixth to ninth grade. Can we expect to see a sexual awakening along the way?
BD: Yes, but don't get your hopes up. I doubt I wrote about it much. THAT was too secret even for my secret journal.
HP: Think there's any chance a dirty old man will find the blog, completely miss the point, and try to contact little Billy?
BD: You're just digging for sensational angles! If some predator finds my blog amid thousands of others, and can't read the date clearly printed at the top of each post, they can email me and we can lament my lost youth together.
-- Keith Plocek