blogs

blog hopping could be exhilarating. there are a million sites to choose from. gossipers, philosophers, naysayers, poseurs abound. quite a lot follows grey's anatomy like this one and a blog site that doesn't. there are tons that link to jessica zafra's site and i'm one of the very obscure ones amongst thousands. when i went home last month, i've unearthed my clippings of her womenagarie column from 1989 when she was into sting and daniel day-lewis. now she elucidates about her cats named after federer and safin. every major tennis event would be documented and federer is the star of the show.

my friend cj writes very well. now ensconced in kimmi meissner's hometown of baltimore, my gorgeous friend weaves not only enjoyable but profound and intricate pieces and like zafra, she has this magical grasp with the english language, her subjects saunter from pop culture to her favorite bands or her travels and adventures to her epiphany in the bath tub. she was the astute observer who pointed out to me in the pete sampras era that tennis and golf are clearly country club sports. her literary possibilities are boundless. i was dipping my hands on a bill bryson non-fiction years ago, it occurred to me that she could conjure better drivels. so keep the words flowing, joy.

the poetic potentials of my friends merma and ryan leave me gasping for more of their rhyming. if only i could avail of rye's poems readily in the web. poetry.com takes hours to download. but the paragraphs still ignites with beauty in his friendster blog, bestowing insights into his zestful world.

i haven't found anyone who blogs about sports frequently. not only manny pacquaio as muse, or ponderings on manny pacquaio's politics. but sports. volleyball, gymnastics, downhill skiing? i know i know i should go to sports websites and read steve kerr.

taste is a choice. a person's choices whether good or bad is a reflection of his/her sensibilities. christian bale may be stoic to some but he's absolutely talented and chameleonic to me. my aesthetics sense sometimes subsist on the new yorker hand in hand with a copy of the national enquirer, the evening standard magazine on fridays and a glance at the lakers' results. i still long to watch more films and yes, more sports. or catch a favorite band in concert. but then i have a sweet hubby that reminds me in case i missed the headlines, "babe, robert altmann died the other day." definitely, someone after my heart.