In the end, I suppose we write in the search of others who could valiantly disagree or begrudgingly agree. To write for anyone else would make us sick to our stomach, and probably famous.
Editorials have been trampled in a stampede of competitive emotions, and investigative journalism has been dubbed defunct by our collectiveâ€”and overwhelmingâ€”conclusion that it is also editorial. And yet, in our disillusionment, meritocracy is born. Not that it wasnâ€™t conceived by our predecessors; indeed, the unassuming and prophetic champions of citizen journalism can even be found amongst the fictional siblings in Orson Scott Cardâ€™s Enderâ€™s Game (please forgive the â€˜sci-fiâ€™ connotation).
Perhaps the most understated result of writing for a communal publication is a sharpening of the ear drum, not necessarily the sharpening of our proverbial No. 2 pencil and its perversely inadequate rubber eraser. I assure you that the best writer will always hear better than he or she speaks, and that this perpetual unbalance is a blessing. With regards to our goals as writers, I donâ€™t think we seek to replace the LA Times (regardless of their melodramatic mention of this site), but I do think that we seek to ensure that those same Times realize that we know the difference between Febreze and a clean room.
Oddly enough, it is through this exercise that we find the most sympathy for the mainstream writer. Journalistic standards of writing become more stringent with every additional zero you add to the final tallyâ€”be it the readership or the paycheck. Luckily for us, navigating through the acceptable standards of grammar (under the umbrella of marginalization) allows us to appreciate an intentional deviation. An appropriate rebuttal. Complete with a green underlined stamp of approval.
You would think attempting to write an article titled â€œThe New â€˜Celebrityâ€™: Reverse Engineering at Its Finestâ€ would be worth a laugh, or at least worth finishing. Yet fortunately, better judgment and optimism prevailed. I should clarify that I speak of cynical optimism, not the kind exhibited in the latest Academy Awardsâ€”those otherwise gifted people seem to have lost sight of the difference between intention and intended reception. But thatâ€™s another article altogether. I think my point of departure (no pun intended) for such an article would be the acceptance speech for the best documentary short subject The Blood of Yingzhou District. The article would probably be titled â€œCelebrating Death and Youth in Asia, and other Homonymsâ€. Not fair? Yeah, youâ€™re probably right.
I wish I could tell you that I wanted to write articles every day about everything going on; the truth is I would be much more content reading articles that gave voice to the thoughts and opinions that I share with many, and have been heard by few. In the end, I suppose thatâ€™s the point: we need better stuff from the people that get paid to do this, and until they do, weâ€™ll try our hand at giving them night classes. Write on! (Sorry, I got a thing for homonyms).
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Much to Do About Nothing
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