Of Iraqi Heavy Metal and George Santayana, a quarter century after 9/11.

One of the very few APs on my mission that I sincerely looked up to and genuinely respected, casually mentioned to me on exchanges one

The gods organized the world…

The recent passing of the premier LDS woman of letters Carol Lynn Pearson (whom I trust needs no introduction here) sent me back to her

Or, on the sacred law of hospitality, upon which hangs all the law and the prophets.

O Babylon, O Babylon, we bid thee farewell…

Of resonating with a fellow chubby, pasty white guy who was shocked awake by the Isla del Encanto as a young man.

What better time than summer for a hot take?

Of Lo-Fi Indie, the paintings of Henry Darger, outsider art, and the sincerity of irony.