free living

Kind readers,

the weather is finally going to warm up this week! Twenty degrees Celsius by Friday! I could cry with joy.

Or skip and dance!


Yesterday, I designed a new business card.


I’d like to thank everyone who’s been buying and reading copies of There’s a Hula Girl on my Dashboard: How I Left Faith Behind and Embraced Life and Outlaw in the Land of Perfection lately. I wish I could hand out a free Martini with each purchase 🙂

As I’ve mentioned before, the main character in Outlaw, apostate Kristopher Silverheart, is a vague theist in the first book, but by the third, she’ll be a secular humanist. The Outlaw series is about liberation, the struggle for free thinking and free living.

On that note, I’ll continue working on Atheist Tiki Hour today. With the window open!

It’s taken me longer than I thought it would to write that book. I’ve been stalling. Winter was hard and extremely stressful this year; I hadn’t been that stressed out in a while. Also, the thought that this book may result in more exposure freaks me out completely, I think *laughs* It’s not a fear of more people knowing that I’m an atheist or anything like that; it has more with my usual fear of, I don’t know… Success? The whole, “How can people like what I do, am I a hack” thing? Anyway, the fear is fading. I’m, uh, feeling more confident, or less worried. I’ve been a lot more relaxed these past few weeks as well.

So, onward and upward.

Oh, and here’s another relevant thing.

For years, I referred to my partner as “my better half.” This was due to a religiously influenced desire to diminish myself at every opportunity, to make everything and everyone more important than I was, a desire to be “the last.” Note: this is nothing that my partner wanted or believed! My personal history made me a prime candidate for a religious mysticism that approved of self-abasement or “humility” in the name of universal, “transcendent” love. In addition, the judgmental type of Evangelical Christianity that had caused me such pain when I was younger precisely typified the attitude I wished to turn my back on completely, and thus notions of bowing before the divine in all was extremely appealing to me; I believed that this was the only way to love, truly love others.

Nowadays, I believe this isn’t such a good approach. I don’t think it’s feasible or healthy or desirable. To respect or love others doesn’t mean I have to treat myself like shit or view myself as the lowest of the low.

Part of this effort to treat myself with self-respect has been to pay attention my less than healthy practices, and so I began referring to my spouse as my boo bear (one of my favorite nicknames for him) or my significant other. I’ve been shedding, one after the other, damaging habits that pertained to my old beliefs. I’ve embraced new life. My human life. My beautiful, “transcendent-free” earthly life. My humanity.

This will be the essence of Atheist Tiki Hour. Cocktails for everybody!

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor