Reader, writer, fool. Views are mine and probably wrong. • DFW-TX
Because I am such a good Christian (derogatory), I'll be taking a hiatus from social media during Lent.
If you'd like to reach me:
rmasvg@gmail.com
You have not lived until you’ve heard “Time” on Super Audio-CD surround sound in a pitch black room.
You have not lived until you have done this.
They are playing “Time” by Pink Floyd at the brewery.
I have found my people.
I truly love my job and the people that I work with.
But, higher education is a consistently awful joke and beholden to the worst logic.
@andreagrimes.bsky.social
thx for the follow-back! i used to follow you on twitter way back in the day, on my old account, and loved your work. happy to "rediscover" you here where skies are blue :)
hold me accountable, bsky.
deactivated my twitter/X/whatever and i really want to leave that shit behind this time.
best thing about having a yard is that I can say “my workout today will be mowing the lawn” and it works
i have 13.
12 for my disciples, and an extra in case one turns out to be naughty
even as one part of a denomination i am here to say this is an anti-denomination account
#anarchybaby
the battle for governance over my university has now spilled into both federal court (lawsuit against us by our former denomination) and state court (countersuit against the denomination)
i can confidently say that it is all so fucking dumb
i am the furthest away from the Nietzsche discourse on here
but suffice it to say, if Zizek endorsed my book i should be required to launch myself directly into the sun
While I am forcing myself to read more fiction this year, I'm also trying to become Gillian Rose-pilled.
"woke gnostic left" is just *chef's kiss*
so beautiful
once again begging you to listen to HEALTH
(specifically the track CHILDREN OF SORROW)
all this to say, i'm simultaneously looking forward and not looking forward to these next few months. i just want this journey to end, preferably with pregnancy and childbirth, but end regardless
my unbelief has nothing to do with god's (supposed) ability to answer, to intervene, to do something substantive, to perform a miracle. it has everything to do with the brutal reality of what we've experienced
i don't need platitudes, appeals to mystery/tension/complexity. i just need one thing: for my wife to be able to experience pregnancy, something she's dreamed of for years
now i find that story and phrasing to be a source of anger. why does my unbelief need help in the first place? i don't need help for my unbelief; i need something other than pain and loss
predisposed as I am toward Xian logic and language, the story of the father asking jesus to heal his son—"I believe, help my unbelief"—used to be a source of comfort, a recognition that the tension between belief and disbelief is not only normal, but respected.
i would not wish this experience upon anyone, nor would i confidently recommend our particular path to anyone. it has been a devastating, expensive, and frustrating struggle to even get to a place where it *might* be possible
we're making our last attempt this spring and i find myself overcome by a strange mixture of hope, anxiety, fear, patience, and sadness
some of you know the journey my wife and I have walked to becoming parents. i won't rehash that journey here, other than to say it's been 8 years and counting...
TFW you remember that you have a piece of writing being published in the near future
@ghostingdani.bsky.social rec’d your card in the mail today! Thank you 🖤 will return the favor soon!