That bloggers are self-obsessed and relentlessly incestuous isn't news to anyone. What's strange to me is that these little blog cliques, let's call them bliques, tend to be geographically centered. New York City is, without question, where the cool kids blog. Granted, they blog about shit like reading newspapers and rimjobbing bands full of trust fund kids, but what option do we have but to read? Then there's The City Jack White Built -- Detroit, where they almost speak English. There are other examples, I have no doubt, but I'd rather not look into them.

I realized the other day that, though I live in Chicago -- Icy Jewel of the Great Midwest -- I don't read any Chicago blogs. Well that's about to change. I've found five, and I'll give them each one week to make me fall in love.

Here we are, engaged in an activity of highly dubious value at least in part because we like the idea that people all over the world could be receiving our broadcast. Yet we obsess over the blog written by the idiot one cube over. It's like using a ham radio to talk to your neighbor.

Analogcabin @ 9:02 AM
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