Clublife Envy

Sometimes I think my little blog is dreadfully bad. It's supposed to be a writing exercise for me, to get me to at least "jot" down some stuff on a semi-regular basis if nothing specifically interesting happens. And I think early on it was pretty good. Now it's just boring. I'm bored when I write it, so I can only imagine how horrible it must be for you to read it. Maybe I'm just sad that it's stopped raining here in LA and now there's no chance we'll all fall into the ocean on a mudslide.

But I feel this space is even more pathetic when I read other blogs that are built on solid ideas and also incorporate excellent writing and interesting points of view. I can write as well as anyone, I just don't have an angle for this blog. A Gestalt if you will. My favorite blog -- and the one that makes me feel the most impotent as a blogger when I read it -- is Clublife. Very quickly: it's written by a bouncer who works at a New York club. He seems to think his stories are simply outlets for his own frustrations, but there's a lot more going on in the stories than just bitching. He's a very good writer and the stories -- aside from just being inherently funny -- are made all the better by his unique sensibility/perspective, and his basic ability to tell a story in an interesting way. He knows how to keep the reader invested and the stories always have a higher ideological point to them, so you can take something away from them.

And now he has mobsters. Fuck. I should just quit.