Worst Personal Reflection on One's Generation Ever

[Spartan Squad]

Does anybody know if there is a way to search for pages that link to a another page? I think Google had that function, but it is gone. I want to see if this article is being linked.

Link: (website) in Google

 

[justgladtobehere]

Link: (website) in Google

So put "Link: (webpage)" into Google?

 

[Tighthead]

I didn't like Winona Ryder and Ethan Hawke speaking for my generation either.

That film has aged horribly, btw.

I was Team Stiller at the time.

 

[Spartan Squad]

So put "Link: (webpage)" into Google?

Yes with no space between the colon and the webpage name

 

[Twirling Time]

There might be a karmic reason why there will never be a Gen X president. We'll skip straight from the olds to the 40-something millennials after 2028.

 

[MisterCreosote]

This is a lot of words just to say "I'm a hipster douchebag."

For the most part my efforts at sculpting a musical identity were fueled by an esotericism that disdained common and easily accessible genres.

 

[Songbird]

Not sure who this guy is but he ain't Gen X.

Also, this mic drop is the moment Ben Stiller became a movie star.

 

[Azrael]

He's Generation X, but he thinks he's looking out the window when he's looking in the mirror.

That said, he's mining a vein long since exhausted (and made exhausting) by Klosterman.

 

[Driftwood]

 

[playthrough]

My college freshman daughter called yesterday, she was trying to help her friends get student football tickets and called me asking how. I said call the ticket office. Ehhh, she said, we're looking online and blah blah blah. I tried to help for a minute, lost patience and said again "just CALL THE TICKET OFFICE!" (While also reminding her she goes to Indiana, they'll be very happy to unload tickets for IU vs. Akron, students or otherwise.) She finally said "we're Gen Z, we don't want to talk to anyone." Even I had to laugh at that, as a fellow hater of the phone.

 

[Small Town Guy]

Say what you will, but was just talking with my fellow latch-key Gen-X buddies from southern MN and this was our exact experience as well.

Then I went to New York for graduate school, and the Nineties were all about Morton Feldman and Pierre Schaeffer and other avant-garde opportunities for the display of marathon patience. With my new cohort of friends I sought out performances that might involve a pianist slamming down his instrument's lid or shouting "Ha!" after a long silence, presumably according to instructions given on the sheet music. We were inspired by Theodor Adorno's idea that if music is to be considered art, and is to be a veracious witness to its era, it must ipso facto be difficult. We ordered CDs from labels in Maastricht and Berlin that promised us "clicks and cuts," "sonic rhizomes," and something they called "glitches," which were for a while hailed as the equivalent to turntable scratches, but unlike scratching vinyl, which made early hip-hop continuous with the deconstructive aesthetics of the cut-up, the manipulation of a damaged compact disc sounds like nothing but an error, like a new technology that has gotten stuck.

 

[Azrael]

Say what you will, but was just talking with my fellow latch-key Gen-X buddies from southern MN and this was our exact experience as well.

If you do a 'find and replace' for Adorno in this essay, then swap in 'Karate Kid,' you have Simmons' body of work ca 2000 - present.