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Each weekday, the editor at WordPress.com selects a handful of new posts to put on the homepage, known as Freshly Pressed. These posts represent the best and brightest content of the day. If you’d like to know more about how Freshly Pressed and other editorial things work at WordPress, please see Share the Word. Below, you’ll find a compilation of recent posts across WordPress that have been tagged with “Freshly Pressed.”

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What Makes a Post Freshly Press-able: Don’t Touch Me
The Daily Post

Every day, a handful of WordPress.com bloggers are featured on Freshly Pressed. On The Daily Post, we take a close look at posts that have been Freshly Pressed, focusing on why we were drawn to them and what they can teach us about great blogging. We hope this series provides tips and tools to make your blog the best it can be. _________________________________________________________ It’s been said that there are only two story plots in the whole world: somebody comes to town, and somebody leaves town. Don’t Touch Me by Delusia is an intimately personal take on the former. When a woman’s lover returns after a long absence, her feelings for him teeter between familiarity and uncertainty. Here’s why we liked this post: It was tightly edited There are, I believe, two diametrically opposed elements that narrate our desire to keep coming back to each other. One is our not even remotely knowing each other. And the other is knowing each other so completely. Delusia’s prose is sparing.

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Freshly Pegged – K8edid
Peg-o-Leg's Ramblings

Have you ever sent a post out into the blogosphere, absolutely convinced it was going to be Freshly Pressed? And then it wasn’t? You’re not alone. I’ve asked some fantastic bloggers to select the post that had them muttering,”THIS One Should Have Been Freshly Pressed.” A new blogger is featured each week to receive the coveted Freshly Pegged distinction. Participants will be awarded a genuine, simulated “Freshly Pegged” JPEG badge, suitable for posting in a place of honor on their blogs. Or not. Be sure to read all the great Freshly Pegged offerings to date. But before you do, let’s check out… +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Katy at K8edid is a nurse, a teacher, a writer, a grandmother – she wears a lot of hats.  She’s a master of the clever comment and is probably best known for her brilliant 7 Deadly Sins writing competition.  I haven’t actually won any of them, but I’m not bitter.  Nope.  Not at all. All this blogger goodness in one

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Sweet Dreams
JoyBound...

This song has been playing on and off in my mind some nights. “Sweet Dreams” (Emily Browning) from the movie Sucker Punch  - not the Eurythmics or Marilyn Manson’s version, though they’re just as good.  I find that this version arouses certain feelings in me – sensuality and anger. Deadly combination. Never mind the video, just listen and feel.

Oh dear. Someone’s been reading my blog. Was it you?
Memoirs of a husk

Dear People-who-have-followed-me-since-I-was-Freshly-Pressed, I don’t know if it’s the done thing to send you a letter, but does that matter? After all, I don’t exist, do I? If anyone can get away with it I can. So … Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I am thrilled and pleased at your likes and comments. I’m also a bit stressed. Freshly Stressed, you might say. Wobbling about writing. Will you like the next one? What if you’re disappointed? Why am I so insecure? Oops, sorry, that one just slipped in. And I have jet lag! Some of you have already heard back from me via slippery fingers sliding over the keyboard in hot, humid Texas. I’ll reply to everyone who commented, but while I sort out my lagged brain and untangle my washing here are a few general responses to your thoughtful, kind, stimulating remarks. Women who have been able to relate to what I said, hello to you, I’m waving! So nice to hear from you – it’s as if we’ve stepped out from behind a screen to take a bow.

Willy Loman Inspired This…Again
Teenage Enthusiasm
A blast from the past. Fantastic 4 & the Rise of the Silversurfer..
robortiga's Blog
In Which I Attempt and Likely Fail to Get “Freshly Pressed”
Random Musings of a Pseudo-Madman, Version 2.0
Favorite Things Friday
Creative Couple
Who would you be if you were not against reality?
Clark Kent
PAPanicolaou smear…The Musical
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30 Day Challenge – Day 23 Draw anything that brightens up your day
From the Broom Closet
AN ODE TO CURRY
I-10 Blog

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that an Englishman in possession of a couple of quid and a belly full of beer must be in want of a curry…” Jane Austen; Pride and Prejudice.   “Oh, sweet elixir of life, the meaning of reason, and the object of my desire. What it is to be bereft of thy company, only to rekindle joyous acquaintance in my unhappy hour of want? Words cannot quantify nor does allusion describe the bitter sweet of fond empty-plated remembrance. Clothed in plastic-bagged-fantastic and foiled in silver, thou art a joy to behold; a breath of fresh, pungent air, a tangible tingle to the nostrils, a veritable mistress of saucy delight. A jewel to the eye, a sear to the soul and a burning rush of requited love. Solitary confined moments shared and savored where one can reflect and revisit the intimacy of oral delight. Never was there a less selfish lover – never were the clinging moments more cherished – never was one left so bereaved by flushed adieu. Until we ‘eat again,

Terrorists in Canada are plentiful and cocky. The RCMP on donkeys.
Canada In The Rough

Not long ago, the Canadian authorities in cooperation with the FBI have arrested two Muslim terrorists, one of which without any legal status in Canada, another one so-called student, for plotting a terrorist attack on the Via Rail passenger train, which supposed to take many passengers from Montreal to New York. The plan was to kill them all. It is important to mention that none of the arrested is a Canadian citizen. Nevertheless, shortly after the arrest, one of them, when brought before the Canadian court has publicly announced to the court that he does not recognize our Canadian criminal code because it is not his holy book. Lately, the same individual (Chiheb Esseghaier) has requested the Canadian authorities to provide him with a special kind of a lawyer, a lawyer, “who agrees the Qu’ran should be used as a “reference” in his case, of course on the Canadian taxpayer expense, “I wish this lawyer can co-operate with me, because I need the holy book as

How to nominate a post for Freshly Pressed
Pied Type

Note to WP bloggers: If you come across a WordPress post you think is worthy of being Freshly Pressed, tweet it to WP at @freshly_pressed. I’d been told there was no way to nominate a post, but today’s WordPress newsletter says: “Did you read something in the Reader that you think is Freshly Pressed material? Feel free to leave us a link, or tweet us @freshly_pressed.”  I don’t understand where to leave that link, but I do know how to send a tweet (barely). Image: Janet’s Notebook

The Wordsmith Mechanic
Approximate Letters

A new piece called ‘The Wordsmith Mechanic’ has been posted on http://adistantthreatofmoonlight.wordpress.com/ With a working title of ‘Further Thoughts on Writing’ this piece is very much that. I listened to an article on the BBC web site this week in which two writers were discussing writers block. It was quite entertaining as one was very much from the school of ‘just get on with it.’ I can relate to this. I have blogged previously that I do not recognise it. I accept some writers struggle to write at times and I do myself but I never say I have writers block. If I’m not actually writing words on a page then I am usually thinking or researching or just being out and about listening to what is going on. That for me is part of the process of writing. Stressing about putting words down is a waste of time and energy. The words will come, even if it means I have to sit down and force myself. I am not good with that actually. I much prefer hanging out and thinking. I wrote 60,

The Wordsmith Mechanic
A Distant Threat Of Moonlight

The disparaging looks Of out of print books Makes me question the time I spend writing. I’m learning tricks. I kick the brick. My notions of poetry Do not fit the lick Of literary journals The stick of the writ. When I work it’s not fraught. I open a door I enter I write Then close it once more. Though a part of me is left Laid out on the floor Secured in submission Waiting in store. I think I can leave it I feel little more Till the after effects Kick in A knock I cannot Will not Ignore. The writer’s fist Is a risk worth taking Even faking As I work round the clock. Writers block Is not what I’ve got I grip and simply get on with it. I’m a wordsmith mechanic I’m manic An aesthetic wreck An eye to the rib I thicken out and spill. Frayed from the dead ideal The wire from my mind Is a steal. I do obscurity You see Before it does For me.

Freshly Pressed: Friday Faves
WordPress.com News

This week, we turn up three very different Freshly Pressed posts united by their incisive exploration of unexplored, long forgotten, or unexpected experiences, experiences that have been made somehow peripheral by time, geography, or culture. They’re posts you’ve responded to, and that we hope you’ll find resonant. Notes on Email I started to think how long I’ve been doing this, this whole writing thing, and how it had taken until my mid-thirties before I could really conduct myself in public where I could hold two opposing ideas in my mind at the same time: 1. that I was a writer and 2. I was me. We’re all familiar with the idea of digging through old journals or photo albums. But what about the digital detritus we leave behind? The social networks we moved on from, the notes-to-self scribbled on digital stickies, the email accounts left for dead? In this post, writer Daniel Nester decides to dig into his long abandoned Hotmail account, and finds within it a fr

1000 Basketball Joneses.
An Aussie Eye on American Sport

I’m writing this while listening to “Eeeeepisode nine-nine-two” of The Basketball Jones. The Basketball Jones is a podcast about basketball. It’s a basketball podcast. About basketball. (Please insert “What the hell are you talking about?” drop. Wait, it’s just me here.) “Goooood Morning, sweet world”. Those words (that I ironically listen to each afternoon) mark the beginning of another episode of The Basketball Jones, and when I hear them, I get excited. I’ve got the opening dialogue verbatim. I say it in my head, mouthing the words and freaking out fellow commuters. As mentioned above, TBJ currently stands at 992 episodes produced and with 1000 closing fast, it’s high time I geeked out. As anyone who’s read any of the (admittedly, less than numerous) posts I’ve written since starting this blog in December last year, you will know one thing. I am a casual sports fan. I have a full-time job working for the NHS (possible the least sporting organisation on earth) which, along with livin

A Case For Intangible Savings
JoyBound...

It seems counter-intuitive at best.  Reckless and irresponsible at worst. Why in the world would I book a vacation when I’m in the midst of a career transition or one could even say, a complete overhaul of my life (and yes that includes both the professional and personal aspects of it)? I’ll tell you why in a second. Allow me to digress for now. How’s your relationship with money? Would you consider it healthy? I used to have a very healthy relationship with it – or maybe that’s just from my perspective then… because depending on your priorities at a particular point in your life, your perspective about your relationship with anything going on around you, money in this case, reflects what’s important to you at that time. I say I used to, not because I don’t now, but well ok, maybe I am not at that ideal place I want to be in. Let’s save that confession for later, shall we? I was, for the most part of my life,  a “Saver”

I Should Tell You This
grahamdun

So little you share. So little we know, your demons buried. But even your beauty cannot mask your fear of days alone. I’ve winched at the pain in your wistful glances away. You have a mighty spirit. Your drive endures. I love your grit. I should tell you this. Even in days of doubt you are better than most. You unravel the fear of others with ideas possible. You bring their faded dreams to new life, your quiet leadership inspires, your composure lifts others to new realities.  With understated persistence you resolve others’ emotions frenzied. You take the weight of this world and blow it up with your smile. Stop holding yourself back. Believing in your actions causes other to believe in theirs. Your words spill vitality more than you intend. I’ve seen you crash through inertia. I should tell you this. Turn your coat up to the cold winds on your way home. This isn’t what you wanted. Live your contradictions. Words unsaid are dead. As we embrace the now, we ignor