I prefer my right eye and right hand, but you get the point. I meant to illustrate that I can’t choose between them.
These gentlemen have occupied the “Must Read” section of my reader for at least a year, I think. Maybe longer?
B.E. Earl’s blog covers baseball, 80s music, baseball movies, beer, baseball, food, New York, baseball and all sorts of random stuff. Did I mention baseball? Slyde will discuss these things, sometimes, but adds in little snippets about his job, family and how hot he is. He also spices it up with the occasional rant. So, he’s the girl. The very, er, masculine and handsome girl.
My favorite part about reading these blogs is reading what these two have written in one another’s comment section, though.
It reminds me of … well, high school. But, in a good way.
It’s like those times I would sit in the cafeteria with boys from my classes and giggle at the good humored insults they hurled at each other because they couldn’t figure out how to say, “I love you, man” without losing major macho points.
Most of all what compels me to read these particular blogs on a regular basis is the “realness” that both of these bloggers display. Like those special people we know every day outside of the Internet, neither of these guys are about just one thing.
If they think it’s interesting, they write about it. The enthusiasm behind the content draws me in and I never feel victimized by shameless pandering.
So, anyway, that’s why this Saturday is for loving Earl and Slyde.
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You don’t have to meet someone in person or even talk to someone a lot to consider them your “friend.”
Some sort of bond exists between all of the human beings on this planet. We just make the decision, conscious or not, to accept that bond when faced with specific human beings throughout our time here.
If we choose to accept that intrinsic bond, a difference becomes a source of opportunity instead of a source of discord.
That opportunity, of course, is to walk in the footsteps of another and learn about a world we may never have known. We also may learn that we’re each so much more alike one another than we could have previously imagined.
We may also learn that by opening our hearts to the possibility of the word “friend,” we can become much more prone to love and kinship than hatred or, worse, indifference.
I have never met Jason in person, I only know him from the Internet. And even that relationship is limited to reading his blog. But several months ago, I started thinking of Jason as a friend.
I believe I’m better for it.
Jason is a kind, witty and caring person who epitomizes the joy that can radiate from someone who has given themselves the permission to just be themselves. When you stop by his blog, be sure to read this.
It’s just one of the many reasons why this Saturday is for loving The Jason Show.
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Watching you live life with such poetry and grace,
Love that you’re never too scared to say it to the face,
You’re smart, sassy, fun, gorgeous and so very quirky,
Sorry that on your blog, I have been of late quite lurky.
Your truth and introspection make life seem a funny little dream,
The way I like you best, though … is venting on my screen.
(I know. I’m a riveting poet. I get that a lot.)
** If you’re reading this on a Facebook feed, please visit my blog at www.Native-Born.com so you can see the YouTube video of this amazing woman whose face makes me smile before she even utters a sound.
And, by the way, I scheduled this post before I knew Passover was around this time. Just FYI.
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I love to read material that centers on politics, the news, social issues, parenting, and writing.
Poppy doesn’t write about any of these things, though.
Poppy lives in New York City, has cats and is the object of Awesomeness’ affection. With good reason.
Her blog documents the progress of her transition from novice New Yorker to slick city girl. Poppy’s blog transports me. It takes me to a place I’ve never been. A place of new beginning, adventure and the complete unknown. She’s fierce, yet adorable. She’s interesting, yet brings up the details in the everyday that most of us gloss over.
Poppy is one of the reasons I love reading blogs so much. I don’t think I would have ever taken the time to get to know a Poppy if it weren’t for the Internet.
I hardly comment on Poppy’s blog because she’s one of those rare individuals who puts stuff out there and I feel like I have nothing to add. I’m too preoccupied with being added to as I read about her life and thoughts, and cats.
And that’s why I love Poppy.
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