The text of I, Pierre Riviere is, in effect, a dossier... and as such it includes all of the details of Riviere's case before those details had been classified as "significant" or "insignificant." As opposed to a "biography" of Pierre Riviere, which ostensibly would have already shaped the myriad details of his life into a coherent narrative, Foucault's text gives us the unfiltered dossier, which is messy, confusing, contradictory, at times maddeningly mundane... just as a real life is. In my cartoonish imaginings of scientists, this is exactly the sort of material that I envision them sorting through and assembling. (Though I should note that, nowadays, I find myself in the unprecedented situation of having more and more "scientist" friends, which makes it harder and harder to maintain my cartoonish imaginings of them and what they do.) We philosophers rarely handle texts like these-- preferring instead the abstractions-from-undifferentiated-Sinn that have already undergone interpretation-- which is exactly what Foucault's work so provocatively calls into question.
At any rate, in our conversation, Christophresh speculated that we should compile more dossiers like I, Pierre Rivere and I responded that, for me at least, this blog was probably already serving that function. Then, in a turn of sheer brilliance, Christophresh coined the neologism: blogspossier (blogspot + dossier = blogspossier). And I thought to myself, damn, I wish I had thought of that.
The very idea of a blogspossier is such timely and monumentally accurate description of how some of our lives are being archived that I am tempted to propose it being added to the O.E.D.