So before I continue my post, let me ask you a question: what do you think would happen to me if the higher-ups found out about my blog? If they found out I was civilly disobedient and wasn’t always the pleasant dude I make myself out to be. Granted, I still have that serious professional face, which is necessary because then they’ll take me lightly. I guess I’ll just have to find out, because I’m still going to do what I need to.
Up until recently, I was enamored with Google Desktop as my RSS feed client. Now it’s annoyed me to no end because 1) it makes my start-up slow and 2) it promotes sites that constantly refresh their RSS, so I’d miss 1/2 of my subscriptions because Deadspin, Slate, and others would take precedence over my friends’ sites. So I’ve switched to Google Reader, and thus have subscribed to blogs I hadn’t before, and found time to appreciate blogs I’ve already been reading. Over the last week or so, I’ve been reading these:
Eva’s been contemplating on those crazy dudes at the club who just won’t leave her alone, but she’s the only one who would handle it the way she did. Too gangsta.
Amber’s on her politics grind, questioning whether her vote even matters after the last two robberies of the White House (special shoutout to Diebold and corporate interest lobbyists, who we owe much of that to).
Shelly’s on point with her post about a Black woman who felt her her beauty validated through her White boyfriend. She goes into the racial implications of this interracial relationship, and it’s refreshing really. After all, everyone should find the beauty within themselves before they have anyone of any race tell them that they are.
The Field Negro speaks to my soul on this post about how the US government really doesn’t care about its troops. When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die, right? Right.
My cousin Kevin put me onto Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York, a blog describing the rapid and depressing changes to New York City. I kid you not, it sent chills through my spine knowing all the gentrification and ostracizing of New York and its native citizens.
Mr. Meyer hits us with beautiful ways of arranging and designing information. When I started looking at those flashy posters, all I heard was “Flashing Lights” by Kanye. Yeah, it’s that beautiful. And inspiring.
Catching Sparrows has serious cojones, discussing religion in the classroom. Then again, real teachers would do anything in their power to inspire and educate, even if it’s outside the little box they prepare for you in the beginning of the year.
And lastly, The Assimilated Negro tells people why he and so many people in this country are mad. Tell em why you mad, son.
I don’t usually do blog carnivals or anything of that nature, but I hope you enjoy this sampling of what I read as much as I usually do.
jose, who wonders if this year’s NFL champion is a foregone conclusion …