Gen X is indescribably lame
I'm 48. I'm Gen X and I'm allowed to say that finally, begrudgingly, we are indescribably lame. We whine. We clutch our pearls. We moan. I'm not speaking about the cultural output, which at its peak was and is some of the
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The Pragmatics of Posting
This is almost certainly going to be the sort of post which my lefty friends (i.e. almost all of them) will consider wishy-washy but I feel like I'm going a little nuts. Everyone needs to shut up. I don't mean this in a chastising way
Futurepop revisited
I realized this month that it's been 25 years since I started DJing. Possibly down to the month, but I can't quite be sure of that. I DJed in small goth/industrial (what my friends at I Die:You Die call "our thing") nights
Recovering the human
One of my tertiary hobby horses is the way academic discourses filter down into broader public discourse as commonsense in winnowed form (and I'm going to somewhat ironically conclude this piece by doing just that). Psychiatric terms being used to pathologize perfectly ordinary unhappiness on social media is
Still here
I was going to post weekly, at least. But then I started teaching again, a bit last minute and entirely unexpectedly, and it was the first week of the new semester and I was behind and, well, I didn't post last week. I came to all of this,
1988-1991: Pop's interstitial period
I've had a nearly lifelong obsession with what I've locally taken to calling pop music's interstitial period. It's a small window starting in about 1988 and definitely ending with the 1991 release of Nirvana's Nevermind and NWA breaking up (followed
Euphoria and Time
I finally watched Euphoria but I don't think I'm interested in it for the reasons a lot of people are. Two caveats precede this post. One, I am generally late on television pop culture "moments". That's why, in 2025, someone (me) is
What this is/Who I am/Who I am is what I am is who I am (context collapse)
My name is Ian Williams and I'm a writer. It is, bluntly, the only thing I'm decent at. Sometimes I'm quite good, other times I'm merely passable, but I don't think I ever descend into the bad or (worse) good