09 March, 2008

DC: where it's at

The New Yawk Times has a story today about the bohemian blogging community in DC, which focuses on "the flophouse", where Matthew Yglesias, Spencer Ackerman, and several other young writers all live and blog together. The article has an amusing generational-gap feel to it (this is a "laptop", which young people use when they go "blogging") but its fun to read. A couple things I noted: first, the U Street area is apparently where its at in this town. Second, these writers who are being published nationally are ridiculously young. Also, these bloggers are all very white.


Cassady said...

I all of a sudden really love being white and not owning a Mac.

I love even more how incredibly accurate, if generalizing and offensive, that story is. I'm thinking of one particular Ole very near and dear to my heart: Mr. J. Hyman--did you know that I met my fiance' because he started that very Mac conversation with her that was discussed in the article? Amazing. Simply amazing.

Eremita said...

I'd just like to point out that I think we may have found at least one small example of something Cassady, Elliot, and I have conversed about many times -- where are those groups of writers and artists whose weirdness and genius brings them together into a big, twisted family? Where are the Inklings and Beats of our generation? Well, it looks like someone is taking a stab at being them. Now, how 'bout that coffeeshop/pub/bookstore in New Orleans?

Cassady said...

Our version of the Beat generation seems a little less...I don't know...cool?

We basically have a large category of people of reasonable intelligence, coming from a decent variety of backgrounds (financial and otherwise), with half-formed and half-informed ideas about practically everything. Mostly cynics, this group congregates at coffeeshops attempting to replicate Bohemian-era Paris, and bitch about things they may or may not have ever thought through.


Guadalupe said...

I'm on board with Eremita (except maybe not N'Orleans, but what vote do I have?)

Even though we may not seem as "cool" as the last Beat generation, I can almost guarantee that they didn't perceive themselves to be cool either.
We are a varied bunch, but we enjoy living with the shower being the only place to be alone. And heck, if waking up to a bloody, flying life-threatening, remote-controlled helicopters, sitting around with books and Macs and rye whiskey planning out a life only filled with more of each other, making pad thai and ending most days with Colbert and a few too many gin and tonics before deciding to watch a ridiculous movie (I hope you remembered they were due on Sunday), if that isn't a cool, eclectic life then I don't think I want to be a new generation of Beats.

I love you all.

Elliot said...

Cassady, you are cynical if you really think the best we do through our coffee-shop conversing (and now blogging) is bitch. I mean, that too, but the way you think through half-formed ideas is by defending and reformulating them in conversation.

I also wouldn't be as pessimistic as you - I would venture that we are more informed about more things than our eloquent but ultimately (I think) narcissistic friends the beats. I don't aspire to be like a member of their clique, and I wouldn't trade places or acquaintances with them.

spencer said...

Look, things change. People emulating the Beats today in any real sense would just as likely come off as atavistic poseurs as the Next Big Thing. We may as well ask, where is the Plato of our generation? Where are the Bloomsburies? And so on. Similarly, where were the Beats of every generation since? These things have passed.

I think Guadalupe puts it very nicely.