Whoops! 😬 Philosopharmer is now Martinalian 👽

I realized I made changes to my newsletter without telling you—sorry!

Since landing in Oregon with some geographical stability, I've been able to commit energy to projects I've dreamed about forever. The Chapter House is one (still can't believe it's real, but I'm writing from there now).

Another is reducing my online footprint. Every new platform expects you to be everywhere, all at once. But if theology taught me anything, it's that we're finite creatures.

I want to make a difference without selling my information to every snake oil salesman with a server farm and "angel" investors. So I've moved to Bluesky (for now): https://bsky.app/profile/iamloganmi.bsky.social.

On both Bluesky and TikTok, my username is now Martinalian, after my patron saint. Originally, Martinalia (as in paraphernalia, militaria) was the blog for the Hospitallers of St. Martin (HoSM), an inclusive monastic community where I serve as Director of Education. I've been on two pilgrimages to Tours and I'm something of a devotee of the un-fluential 4th century bishop.

My new profile image is a detail from the stained glass window overlooking Martin's 397 CE deathbed in Candes, a concrete slab in the ancient church there. Anyone who visits Martin's place of death receives a blessing from the saint himself. (The cathedral and basilica in Tours don't feature this image; you gotta know where to go.)

Some time in the last decade or so, I realized that people telling me I was misbehaving were doing so from a manufactured perch above what was built as a level playing field. Our world is so upside down that they were right—I was a resident alien, the one without rights, expected to ask permission before doing anything. I'd been disenfranchised the moment I swore to defend a "We" ready and waiting to exclude its own military veterans.

So why not embrace the political reality? I'm a Martinalian. Might as well have been brought here by flying saucer. 🛸

But no matter how ass-backward our religious and political situation is, I want to believe. Not in aliens—there's no proof—but in the ideals and values we all claim to claim. Like that poster in Mulder's office, if the picture was taken in broad daylight, because there's nothing hidden that won't be disclosed, and nothing concealed that won't be brought out for all to see. (cf. Luke 8:17)

Anyway, that's why I've simplified and updated my handles. Connect with me if you're on there!