When I was received into the Catholic church at Easter vigil two years ago, I chose the confirmation name Macrina. Father Gregory asked "Elder or Younger?" I think we were impressed with each other for knowing there was more than one. I chose the fourth-century saint because although she was never formally educated, she taught her brothers Basil of Caesarea and Gregory of Nyssa everything they knew--or a lot they knew; Gregory didn't have the fancy Athenian education either. I'm a grad student studying early Christian thought and it seemed appropriate. Also appropriate at the time was that I was single and could identify with a virgin saint. But then I met my very non-Catholic husband-to-be.
My fiance is really the one who should have a blog (I keep telling him) because he has opinions about politics and things, whereas I just blather about myself given the space to write. He deserves more than a blogspot--his own server, his own talk show, a regular spot on the McLaughlin Group--I'm biased, of course, but really, he can freestyle on this all day and night, and does, especially under the influence of certain substances...but this is my niche, for what it's worth.
drowning in shallow puddles of acid
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