Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Calling all yabs

Last night, Shakeer and I were talking somewhat self-absorbedly about our blogs. Although we write our blogs differently perspective-wise and stylistically, we do consciously keep a couple essential commonalities in mind. First, we tend to write fairly lengthy, semi-cohesive posts. Second and more important, we write them with the intention that they be read by others; that is to say, we try to keep our posts grammatically correct, (hopefully) engaging, and generally the antitheses of those stream-of-consciousness diary entries that propagate madly among many xangas and livejournals (though I’ll probably be lynched for saying that).

We write about music, events, art, philosophies, politics, ideas, books—anything that sets off a spark—in an effort to relay these interests to the rest of the world (by which I of course mean, to our miniscule spheres of influence) in a clear and appealing, and in Shakeer’s case more than mine, humorous way. But this, of course, has been done before.

What makes us unique is that we are writing with perspectives based in the changing sensibilities of our generation (alternately leaning towards cynicism and idealism), and that we are bizarrely providing a sort of real-time documentation of bright teenagers growing up in the suburbs, one on the West coast, one on the East. (Aside: this idea of integrating a specific sensibility as a central part of one’s writing reminds me of a Newsweek comparison of blogging with gonzo journalism that I posted here a few days ago.) Entries veer from vague contemplations about the Muslim world or the nature of perfection to “that funny conversation from the other day” in verbatim, and we do consciously try to discourage the idea that our generation is a gang of angst-ridden would-be Holden Caulfields.


(This is what Shakeer has to say about such stereotypes)

In summation, we decided, we’re pro-irony, anti-stupidity, pro-words (!), anti-death-penalty yabs (a distortion of YBA’s, for we’re the young American bloggers, you see. And we yak and jabber incessantly). Yep, that pretty much covers it. If we had to choose a manifesto, it’s already been written.

He’s no Kottke and I’m no Dooce, but we sure wish we knew of some other like-minded blogs by kids such as ourselves; at this time of laughably bad teen xangas and even highly-trafficked blogs being discredited by the world at large, we want to make a bit of a network (in the tradition of those fantastic neo-literary, knee-linking Beats) of fellow yabs. We’ll keep tabs on each other from across the nation, we’ll link, we’ll laugh, we’ll cry. Good times will be had by all.

Hm, I apologize for the unnecessary verbosity of this post; if you want a much more eloquent (as well as more concise and lucid) explanation of what I’m trying to say here, you’d better read it over at Harumph!

And finally—at last she gets to the real point of the post!—let me know if you have or know of a blog like mine or Shakeer’s; there must be more self-indulgent (or as we like to say, rather, self-realized) writerly wired types out there. That is all.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Jay said...

Very nice post. If I find somebody suitable for this high-potential blogger network thing I'll let you know.

7:25 AM  

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