Storing energy in the form of compressed air underground is looking promising. (more…)

I just picked up an audio copy of Past Imperfect on the recommendation of Orson Scott Card. I’m really liking it so far. (more…)

So Aslan smites his enemies hip and thigh? I’d read it. Except that’s pretty much already in the Christian Narnia.

Temples may have led to cities and then agriculture, and not the other way around.

On the sweetness of Mormon life. (more…)

The Wall Street Journal has an interesting article about the changes in the Boy Scout Manual over the years. Used to be it had ads for hunting ammo. Now it has detachable pamphlets on sex abuse. Recommended.

This kind of stuff worries me. Not because I disagree with it. I don’t. But modern America is completely messed up on issues of sex, identity, and equality. I bet 40 years ago people were starting to say similar things about homosexuality.

If the Mormon Review ever gets around to publishing my essay on The Great Divorce, you’ll find that Overstreet’s definition of what’s important about fantasy is what I was trying to get at. (more…)

Yeah, I pretty much agree. We should cut out college for everyone except the teetotalers, and them only if their parents don’t pay for it.

But its not as dry as this.

Can we all agree that being the architect or chief-builder for one of the greatest expressions of the Western soul and one of the monuments of western achievement, and then not even so much as signing your name on it, is the kind of bad a** that can only be expressed with expletives? That is all.

AKA Noah’s covenant, aka, the most butt-kicking, hairy-chested, hidebound, hardshell covenant of shazam in the world. Steaks, sex, and the firing squad, man.

On the sweetness of Mormon Life. (more…)

A poem I love. The N word is unfortunate, though. Any suggestions for a good replacement? “Singer” is a little too structured (chiastic, in fact) for the rest of the poem. (more…)

Your Bertram haughtily stoops to acknowledge that he is an aristo-elitist enemy of the people, doomed to the tumbrils with the Duc d’Enghien and Mitt Romney. Quite.