ABOUT THIS BLOG

Welcome to the blog of Mark K. Spencer. I am a Roman Catholic, a philosopher, a husband and father of four, and an assistant professor at the University of St. Thomas in St. Paul, Minnesota. The statements on this blog are not meant to be the views of my university.

I'm writing this blog in order to develop a better habit writing and in order to write publicly about topics other than those I'm writing on professionally. The blog will center primarily upon texts I'm currently reading (where 'texts' primarily means written material, but also includes films, musical works, visual arts, buildings, the book of nature, the signs of the times, etc.)

Currently, I live in exile from my native place (Washtenaw County, Michigan), and, of course, as a post-modern fallen human person, I live in exile from myself, from the world as it should be, and from my true patria. When one is a sojourner in a strange land, one can make some sense of that strangeness by conversing with others, and this is what one does when one reads well. I've always experienced the world largely through the medium of what I'm reading, and I find it's easier to understand my experience when I write about it; that's what I'll be doing on this blog.

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