Who Is Anthony Velez
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.
Whatever.
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.
Wrote the following comment on October 26th, 2010 at 12:06 pm #
Interesting exercise.
A few of them, I would share:
I am a husband, father, and friend.
I am obsessed with the human condition, and my condition, and my condition within the human condition.
I am a Christian…. 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.
I am prone to melancholy
I write to make sense of what I see [and maybe, myself]
Wrote the following comment on October 26th, 2010 at 2:22 pm #
Your response illustrates what I am tempted to call the irony of the specific. This is something I talk about when I teach writing, and it basically is this. Readers are better able to connect with authors who are very specific in their writing, who are very specific in rendering the details of their experience, and in providing their unique understanding of said experience. This is ironic, because one would think that when a writer is so specific others will be alienated as a result of such specificity, but actually the opposite is true. Being general alienates readers from writers.
In this piece of writing I provided some very unique and specific details about who I am, as I specifically see myself, and you were able to find points of connections: ways in which my description of myself matched your description of yourself. So, once again the irony is that in the specifics of the individual a common humanity is discovered.
This makes me realize another component that I should have added to this little piece, which is that I write to connect with others.
Wrote the following comment on January 14th, 2011 at 12:38 am #
What would you define to be “ultimate things” ?