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Steve, here. Ian just called

Steve, here. Ian just called from "a pay phone in rural Nova Scotia," where they wouldn't know if there were a blackout, because there's no electricity. He asked me to post a short note promising that he'll return to civilization or, at any rate, blogging, tomorrow.

I'm at the farm in Columbia County, dog-sitting Chopin and working. Chopes and I went up in the top of the barn tonight, flashlight in hand, to try to figure out how to turn off that last set of sparkly lights that somehow escaped the striking of the wedding decorations. It's dark and empty up there, a surreal contrast to the hundreds of gyrating friends that occupied the space a mere week ago.

So that you don't suffer too much from Ian withdrawal, let me leave you with one of the better blackout photo-blogs I've run into, documenting the descent of Manhattan into darkness and thence into a bongo street party.