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Joe Madden - My Texas Brother

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Joe is my brother. We met freshmen year in college in the fall of 2002 at the University of Texas at Austin. Seven years later I bought the engagement ring I gave Kaiba from his Mom. I can count on Joe for anything.

I’ve tried to write more than that, but I either can’t find the words or start writing a book. So I’ll practice a lesson Joe taught me: sometimes, there’s nothing more you can do than raise your Shiner, put your Horns up, and recognize true greatness.

Joe, this one is for you.

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Matt Glazer - The Only Person to Ever Ice Me

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When we went to Las Vegas for Netroots Nation over the summer, Matt and I played blackjack as much as our work allowed. A great blackjack player, Matt knows exactly when to not shake up the table and walk away — more than once he played for an extra 20-30 minutes, losing money, just so he didn’t risk messing up the mojo of our table so that I or someone else could keep the streak going. As Bill Simmons would tell you, that’s the kind of guy you go to Vegas with.

On the other hand, he also iced me. Not once, not twice — but three times during the trip. The first time he iced me, I’m not gonna lie - I got pretty upset. I’d spent most of the day fighting back a hangover, and only that evening had I began to get to where I could drink again. We were getting ready to leave, and I was finishing a run at a blackjack table. That’s when Matt taps my shoulder and says, “can you hold this?” I reach back to hold his drink while he tied his shoe…only to find it was a Smirnoff Ice. And yes I drank it. I had to. Those are the rules. In the morning, after my three hours of sleep, I awoke to find another Smirnoff under my pillow — which I somehow didn’t notice when I came to bed earlier that morning — and one in my laptop bag. Matt had placed them both there, as well. The first I tried to throw at him, but I still couldn’t move. The second I drank later, in full. But both were hysterical.

I don’t really have another friend that would Ice me. (And don’t start, please.) That’s just not the kind of friendship I have with pretty much anyone. But Matt Iced me three times on my first trip to Vegas, because he is that kind of friend — in addition to being a great blackjack partner. Matt is also the guy that got me a subscription to Wired magazine, who reads books I give him like Groundswell for fun, who taught me 49% of what I know about social media, who watched the final episode of Lost with me, who is a regular drinking buddy at Uncle Billy’s, and with whom — along with our significant(ly more attractive) others — I will be traveling to Peru once we get out of this crazy election cycle.

Matt is a pretty cool guy. Kind of a dork. He really likes the Muppets. No — I mean he really likes the Muppets. Which made it all the more awesome when I saw the Danimal vs. Animal sketch before he did. He cares a lot about his work, but after a weekend in Dallas he still manages to drive back to Austin by early Sunday morning to support a 5k Superhero run for CASA Travis. Matt, despite what he tries to let on, is a good guy — and that’s why he’s not just my twitter friend, but a friend I have who is also on Twitter.

Matt, this one is for you.

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Introducing…My Friends on Twitter

The above photo, from left to right, is Cole, Jeff and myself, from our 16-day road trip we first imagined in high school and fulfilled the summer of 2005. I believe we are in LA in that photo. Those guys…

Twitter is lots of fun. I find it to be a great way to track immediate news stories, engage in the Texas political insider community, and follow friends, bands, and organizations very easily without having to sign up for e-mail lists. But sometimes, I want there to just be a little bit more…

With that in mind, I decided to start this little side project to talk about my friends on Twitter that some of you may know well, some of you may not know at all, and some of you may like to get to know. Each day, I’ll pick one person on Twitter and write a short post about why I’m friends with them. I’m not going to do any politics in these posts, and I’m going to care as little as possible about making perfect headlines or tagging everything correctly, etc. I don’t want to do that here. Not in this space. Here, I want it to just be about the people who help carry me through the day — because without them, I’d be nowhere.

Hope you enjoy it! And remember: we all get by with a little help from our friends…

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