I have updated my self description, or is that self-identification. At risk of revealing the depths of my narcissism (I try so hard to conceal it), I enjoy doing this kind of writing, as it gives me a sense of self control, which is a type of control, which even if it is an illusion, is a nice sedative for facing the vagaries of life.
Okay, without further ado, I give you who I am.
I am a husband, father, and friend.
I am a coordinator of a tutoring center and a college instructor.
I am a theologian, but I love philosophy, sociology, psychology, anthropology, literature, and critical theory. I am a lover of ideas, which I use like a painter who dips his brush in a palette to render his sense of the world.
I am obsessed with the human condition, and my condition, and my condition within the human condition. Or, do I mean to say my position within the larger condition.
I am a Christian, particularly an Anglican, because I am convinced that liturgy matters in the shaping of souls. I am culturally engaged, and monastically suspicious. I am perplexed, and seeking. I like questions, and searching for answers, even if I never quite get them.
I have the soul of a bohemian, but a chastened bohemian, because I believe in the value of discipline, even if it’s always just beyond me.
I love beauty. I agree with Dostoyevsky who said that Beauty would save the world. I believe this, because I believe that ultimate things are connected, and hence beauty, truth, and goodness are intimately connected, like lovers in bed.
I love alternative rock and grunge, and I can be quite cynical, and I am prone to melancholy. My music reflects this, but perhaps my choice of music also shapes this. I am eclectic and hence I love jazz, soul, Gospel, and Blues. Perhaps my eclecticism keeps me buoyant, and thereby keeps me from drowning in my own cynicism.
I am a romantic, maybe an epic romantic. I love romantic films, but in the literary sense, as in the hero sets out on a journey, faces obstacles, overcomes and returns a better person. I love offbeat stuff, because I am an offbeat soul: a square peg in a round hole.
I read like it’s oxygen for my soul… except for when I am watching T.V., which I do more than I should.
I like to write.
I write to make sense of what I see
And, I have to admit that what I see I see through the lens of a dark glass.