It's Always 5 O'Clock in Margaritaville.

Y'all. I just got my books for my Summer Academy session. I have clearly been out of the game for too long. My classes seemed so interesting when I signed up for them (Preaching the Gospel of Matthew, Liturgical Arts, and Global Worship for Inclusive Communities).

But like I said, I got my books. Eager bibliophile that I am, I dove right in.

Dear heavens, I'd forgotten how dry things can be. I'd lulled myself into a false sense of security, thinking it was all Barbara Brown Taylor and Walter Brueggemann. Even Bonhoeffer. Oy. Poor Ulrich Luz. I'm sure that he has wise, insightful things to share in his The Theology of the Gospel of Matthew, but all of a sudden I'm remembering why I drank so much coffee in college. I'm reading two books by Diann Neu, and they're very interesting... but definitely different, too. I'm remembering why I'm not necessarily wild about the word "feminist." Wish we could be whole-ists, instead, forsaking neither gender in favor of the other.

So here I am, slogging through my little pile. It does feel like good discipline to read something that isn't necessarily a "want to."


  1. Yeah, we'll get there someday, but for now, in the words of a bumper sticker a seminary friend had on her car, "I'll be post-feminist in the post-patriarchy."

  2. laughing at iris

    but wondering - like you - why so much interesting stuff ends up being so dry...

  3. Tee hee! I opened this post and immediately clicked over to the Summer Academy site, then proceeded to get EXTREMELY jealous because I want to go to Summer Academy!!!

    Then I read your post. Ah, yes. Higher education.

    I did my master's thesis on French deconstructionist feminist literary theory. Pah. Trust me, I never read THAT stuff in the hammock! or anywhere.


"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins