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December 13, 2006

why people find "bloggers" repulsive

Fox 2 News is having a blogging event at the Coffee Cartel from 7 to 9, Tuesday night. They're calling it "Blog-o-palooza" (because apparently x-o-palooza isn't totally played yet?). Here is a link to the event and the comments it has generated on the FoxSTL website. Laine and I were gonna go spy on people, but after seeing that, I want no part of it, not even for spying purposes. Scary. How is it ever cool to go to a coffee house with your laptop for the sole purpose of obviously not talking to the people around you, when they are there for the exact same purpose? I'm sorry, I like to be privately snarky, I don't need no backwoods county folk peering over my shoulder, getting HoHo crumbs in my keyboard. Yick.

And what's with the Fox-ification of The Cartel? The Cartel is my back-up coffee house if I choose to make the arduous journey all the way over to the Central West End. When I was a teenager, it was the boy version of the girl coffee house, Mokabe's. I could go there, but I had to be prepared to get a snooty once-over from some drag queen with a beehive higher than the door frame. I've been patient with the flood of trendy straight people at Mokabe's, because change is nice and it's good for business, but damn. The Cartel has pretty lousy coffee, and it's overpriced. If I'm not getting any good happy gay vibes from it, it's essentially worthless to me, apart from its independently owned business status.

/Rant

For now.

November 03, 2006

Julie Dill: the other white sheep.

I think the only thing worse than owning a blog and thinking it's not lame, is owning a blog, knowing it's lame, but not wanting to get rid of it for fear of being kicked out of the blog club. I've owned my Blogger blog since 2001, or something absurd like that. I've not been regularly updating it since I started graduate school two years ago. I've had it long enough to know that, no, really, NOBODY cares what I think. My opinions are rarely original and never very interesting. I'm not nearly as earnest as I was when I entered the blogosphere. In fact, just typing that word sends fingernails down the blackboard of my spine. Why am I doing this again? Oh yes, a local connection. This is my St. Louisan blog. While my main blog will remain blended with my national persona (whatever) and my local one, I'm really eager to dive into the local scene here in the Lou on a much more personal level. I understand that the words "scene" and "Lou" and "eager" are counterproductive to this attempt, but then, I don't care. Stay tuned!

Peeps

  • Aaron Belz
    Faux-bo-ho poet, teacher, father, friend. Ties a mean bowtie, holds his liquor.
  • Stefene
    Awesome poet, actor, friend and neighbor.
  • Cheree
    NYC graphic artist relocated to St. Louis. Has popup book about bras. Check out her groovy stationery boutique in the CWE.
  • Carl
    Wash U prof and fascinating poet who blushes adorably when he speaks in public.
  • Daniel & Carmelita
    Painter and Sculptor respectively. Nice, nice, nice. And fun.
  • Eric
    South City printer with sexy, sexy printing presses.
  • Richard Newman
    Soulard poet, teacher, father, friend. His cowboy boots wear him. Sports awesome girlfriend.
  • Deb Douglas
    Paints cats sometimes. Very cool painter. I oversimplify for comedic value.
  • Bertram
    Wash U grad student, poet-philosopher, po-blogger
  • Laine
    Your hostess. The photographer one.
  • Allison
  • Julie
    Your other hostess. The writerly one.
  • STL Jazz Notes

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