Margins

So I've been rehashing that first post as I've gone about my day, particularly this whole "margin" thing that I decided would define my blog. Mainly, I've been thinking how so not in the margins my life is, at least if one steps back a bit and sees the larger context of centers and margins. I'm a white middle class American, I have tenure at a university in a major coastal city, I am married to a member of the opposite sex, I shop at the Gap (well, I used to anyway). I have time and means to blog. I am squarely in the center, really.

Of course, I am well aware that my center is on the margins of the lives of most people in this world, however much it may influence those lives for better or worse. I also realize that we may be nearing a time when the center I inhabit loses its power to claim centrality. We'll see how much I enjoy living in the margins then.

What I really should say is that I'm writing from the margins of the center. That I'm uncomfortable being at the center of anything, from global to very personal contexts. That I prefer this uncomfortable feeling to what I imagine is the comfort of being squarely on the inside.