Proust calls me out

2005-04-28T21:29:00.000-04:00

Has anyone else had that sinking feeling when they read an unflattering portrait in a magazine or novel--starting to laugh but stopping short? Sometimes I wince because I feel reflections of me stabbing back in the unfortunate remarks or odious traits ascribed to a character.

This has happened twice this week.

While I can't claim many of the traits of an indie-yuppie, a new subspecies of hipster laid out first in a vice magazine article, but viciously flushed out by stereogum's army in a you might be an indy-yuppie if comment competition, there was enough in there that hit home. I don't have a TV so I don't secretly watch the O.C., I have never seen Garden State, and I have never bought anything at Urban Outfitters. I try to listen to as many new things as I can get my hands on.

But I have always worried that I trusted the opinions of others too much. That I, through the privilege of my honey-eared friends, have received things I may not have deserved and would not have purchased on a first listen. And I come to trust these people- some friends, some reviewers, some bloggers- more than I trust myself. So you see, this one hurt:

You might be an indie yuppy if, while listening to a new CD, you secretly pray you'll like it.

Does anyone do this when I send them cds in the mail?

The second instance was a passage in Proust. I will write about that another time, but let's just say that Marcel has my number.

a continuing drought that dislocated the state's economy

2005-04-23T02:41:00.000-04:00

dis·lo·cate P Pronunciation Key (dsl-kt, ds-lkt)
tr.v. dis·lo·cat·ed, dis·lo·cat·ing, dis·lo·cates

To put out of usual or proper place, position, or relationship.
To displace (a body part), especially to displace a bone from its normal position.
To throw into confusion or disorder; disrupt: a continuing drought that dislocated the state's economy.

Why is this so hard?

Okay, posting to nowhere, but that's alright. Why is it so hard to publish into what is likely a vacuum? Doesn't everyone feel a little bit foolish at this stage? Early posts.Formative years.

Hello, world.

dislocatedjaw

Proust calls me out

a continuing drought that dislocated the state's economy