No one’s thrown a leg of lamb at my head yet, but I’m getting a little nervous.
In all seriousness, it’s been a week since the internet found out I’m converting. I gave an overview in my “why I’m converting” post that I plan to flesh out, and I’m ok with the pace I’m going at. I do have a day job, and a New Yorker subscription I don’t want to fall behind on, and a lot of reading recommendations from everyone on the internet ever (and, I’ll confess, all of those will get bumped to the back of the line when Gardner Dozois’s The Year’s Best Science Fiction arrives on my doorstop next week).
When I was an atheist, I didn’t feel a ticking time-bomb urgency to explain and explore every part of my metaphysics (and arguably, the situation was more timebound then, since that’s how I lost the boyfriend). If you think I’m wrong, I’ll still be wrong in a month, and you’ll have more data to use in your attacks.
I’m pretty cool (I mean, c’mon, I have armor), but I really doubt that I’m such a threat that I need to be addressed immediately. So I’ve not got a lot of patience for the people who are reading only the About Me and the conversion post and then launching into rebuttals.
So, patience. More posts are coming, but my conversion-logic won’t be the only thing I write about. If you’re a new reader, you can take the time to browse the archives for debate fodder (or philosophy of medicine digressions). Or go outside, enjoy the nice weather, and read Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid or Arcadia or The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. I’ll still be here when you get back.