Hi! My name is Lindsey. This is my blog. It’s been going (strong?) since 2003, when blogging was new. Before blogging was old.
I’ve been writing about my life here since I was in my early 20s. I am now in my early 40s. My blog is old enough to drink and soon will be able to rent a car. Don’t buy the insurance, Blog. It’s a scam!
I am a designer, artist, and communications consultant living in Nashville with my son, dogs, and husband. Our house is loud, messy, and never boring.
About the blog name
One of the funniest books I’ve ever read is A Confederacy of Dunces. I ripped “theology and geometry” from this passage:
A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head. The green earflaps, full of large ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that grew in the ears themselves, stuck out on either side like turn signals indicating two directions at once. Full, pursed lips protruded beneath the bushy black moustache and, at their corners, sank into little folds filled with disapproval and potato chip crumbs. In the shadow under the green visor of the cap Ignatius J. Reilly’s supercilious blue and yellow eyes looked down upon the other people waiting under the clock at the D.H. Holmes department store, studying the crowd of people for signs of bad taste in dress. Several of the outfits, Ignatius noticed, were new enough and expensive enough to be properly considered offenses against taste and decency. Possession of anything new or expensive only reflected a person’s lack of theology and geometry; it could even cast doubts upon one’s soul.
That paragraph just happens to be the first paragraph of the book, which appealed to my laziness and seemed serendipitous at the same time.