About
I am an xchoboomer. We are the sons and daughters of the tail end of the Baby Boomers generation, the recently validated lost generation, thanks in part to the presidential election of 2008, known as Generation Jones. We were born at the tail end of the Generation X era, at the dawn of the Generation Y’ers or so dubbed the Echo Boomers, and because the exact Omega of Generation X and the Alpha of the Echo Boomers is a blurred line at best, I believe that we belong to a distinct generation that has not yet truly been identified. Being caught in the middle of Generation X and Generation Y, not unlike our parents who were caught in the middle of the Baby Boomers generation and Generation X, I feel that, in time, the world will come to realize that we are part of another lost generation. This generation, I have so dubbed the XchoBoomers for obvious reasons.
We lack the unique characteristics that defined each generation but feel an overwhelming sense of uniqueness about ourselves and our peers, and the times we grew up in. Because we were born in the late 1970′s, we cannot completely identify with the older Generation X’rs, nor can we completely identify with the younger Echo Boomers. However, we have a foot solidly in both camps, and thus we can relate to a lot of the culture that our parents grew up in, and we understand how the younger echo boomer generation came to be.
I find that a rewarding gift, to be a bridge from my parents generation to my siblings who were too young to remember things that I experienced or caught second hand knowledge of through my parents as they came into their own, such as the music, civil/social activism, and pop culture that was the late 60′s and 70′s, to the the cold war stresses, cheesiness and yuppi-ness I witnessed as a kid growing up during the 1980′s, into the still to be defined awesomeness that was the 1990′s as I came into my own, and now into the informational and social revolutions we now work, live, and play in, in this new millenium. I almost feel like an only child because of the so many things my younger siblings have no memory of – the nuclear fire drills, the spread of A.I.D.S, D.A.R.E, the crack-cocaine epidemics, the rise and fall of the bloods and the crips, somehow entangled into the mess that was the Iran-Contra scandal, the Challenger explosion, Tieneman Square, Ronald Regan, the first president I remember, “Mr. Gorbachav, tear down that wall”, the fall of the Berlin Wall bringing unity to the west and the east governments of the time, soon followed by the collapse of the “evil empire” communist regime known as the USSR in the early nineties. So many things to numerous to list as I was coming into my own, propelled by the music and counter-culture which was coming through full-swing once again, as it did in the 60′s and early 70′s. Oh, what a time I chose to be born!
This blog is an attempt for me to convey my own xchoboomer perspective to the world, to let my voice be heard anonymously, to challenge myself mentally and intellectually, and to express myself socially and politically as well as be a conduit for my artistic expression in the written word. I’m sure to make enemies but hopefully I’ll make some friends as well!