2025-11-30

Novembry movies

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I have no regrets going to the theater to see Back to the Future on the big screen for the first time, but the ad I saw—in the theater—promised me the opportunity to see all three in theaters and I am very upset that there does not appear to be any evidence anywhere on the entire internet that parts ii and iii are forthcoming. What is this? By the end of November me'nd the kids were supposed to've seen the entire trilogy with a crowd!

I feel very betrayed by in-theater advertizing.

Otherwise, pretty good month including two new favorite romances, many Frankensteins, a terrific alien movie, and some non-B2F classics.

Let's dive in!

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Scorigami (2025)

I hadn't planned to write about this when I finally finished it, but reading this interview made me decide to go ahead and do it. That and the stirring praise of meaningless that ends Scorigami. Although if you want more of a sonnet of praise on such, you'd be better off with this much much shorter video. I also like it better. For one thing, I barely care about football. But I do care about doing absurd arithmetic for no reason and I do like Secret Base and so . . . I did watch this 46:52 + 48:00 + 58:24 + 1:28:01 video which culminates in the taking a single pixel from their entire filmography and and weighing it against the total trillions of pixels they have put out. If you enjoy mindboggling representations of long odds, here you go. If you accept dumb nonsense as something gloriously human and a potential source of joy, here you go. If you like thinking things inarguably unimportant, here you go.


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Chungking Express (1994)

It hasn't been more than half an hour since I finished watching this movie and already it's grown in my estimation.

I rotate my Letterboxd four favorites. My current theme is anthology films. Never before have I wanted to change out one of my favorite for something I just watched but I think I want to swap out Chungking Express for either Beaver Trilogy or Fantasia. (I'll probably just make a new top-four instead.)
This movie is so Nineties, you guys. The film's so green and yellow, there's sudden violence in both the action and the camera, the girls wear sunglasses and are either badass or quirky, it leans heavily on an excellent soundtrack. Nineties.

The Cantonese Cranberries cover by one of the movie's stars (who, I've since learned, has since been "voted the second most influential Chinese celebrity of the past 60 years") is great and the Mamas and the Papas are always great and, hang on, these are cds I bought in the Nineties and still own.

The two stories share much in common (eg: the male lead's a cop, the same snack shack, women in sunglasses, the female lead's hair changes in the last scene, canned food) but, at the same time, one's a Pulp Fiction–esque violence-delivery mechanism and the other's a funky romcom. But the shared details force us to weigh them against each other.

When it ended, Largesse and I spent a time sharing our delighted bewilderment and running through the first story again to see if the female lead from the second story is the person we saw buying the Garfield. (She was.) But we didn't reach any conclusions. I'm still not reaching conclusions. But I am still delighted.

(Incidentally: Same director as In the Mood for Love. That one's probably better but I think I liked Chungking Express better?)


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Cerrito Rialto
Frankenstein (2025)

Second time even better. Love this movie. My favorite Frankenstein and even though it didn't solve the problems with the text I find most intriguing, I don't feel a need any longer to make my own version. It's done. This one does it.

I manage to catch the full dedication this time: "Mary and Bernie, Boris and Whale." I only caught the last two on first watch; they obviously are Boris Karloff and James Whale. I assume Mary is Mary Shelley.

Incidentally, one thing that is clear about this movie is that Guillermo del Toro loves this story. This isn't some project he just put together. This is a story he's been mulling over and making in his mind for decades, and it shows. He knows it so well. Every choice he makes is deliberate. So many smart and useful references to the novel and to Whale's two movies. I have a couple questions about the nature of the monster's healing, but I'm not worried about it. I suspect he knows even if it's not clear in the film.

But who's Bernie??

It took some searching, but it's this guy. I didn't know his name but I've seen him before.


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The Bride of Frankenstein (1935)

Fun to watch this so close on the heels of del Toro's, noticing deatils of the tower that were matched quite closely and the similarity in Frankenstein's gloves.

Once you know what to expect from the Bride herself, her appearance doesn't feel that short at all. She's absolutely amazing. Why have I not gone on an Elsa Lanchester tear? She deserves all my attention.

I feel like I need to watch Gods and Monsters again....

Also, I was totally into the parallax this time! Whale is having fun with his sets and the camera. It's not Bayhem but it's dynamic.


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Frankenstein (1931)

It's interesting to me that watching del Toro's Frankenstein twice in nine days made it my favorte Frankenstein, sure, but it also primed me to love the Whale films all the more. I enjoyed them as much this go-round as I ever have.








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Tron: Ares (2025)

I'm not, like, a Tron guy. I've never seen the original and I only saw the second because I kinda had to. The only reason we saw this movie (and I think this is a first) is because Lady Steed wanted to listen to fresh Nine Inch Nails through theater speakers.

And I have to say: The music killed. And tronny visuals were also supercool. Cut out all the actors and this could be a neato museum installation. Truly, the music and the cgi were awesome and worth the price of admission. And since I came in with no expectation for the story, anything even okay there would be pure bonus. Which was good because the movie is chockablock with stupid stuff. No more than the average Marvel movie but for some reason it annoyed me more. Starting with people not being cold in the Arctic, leaving doors open and faces exposed, etc. These people are clearly on a soundstage. And the big scary flying machine at the end? How does that fly? And who is sending jets to shoot missles in an American city before it does anything besides loom? Anyway. Dumb stuff like that.

But I thought, by the end, the movie did have some interesting things to say. Nothing brilliant, but generally coherent notions about agency and morality. Just as I realized this was a Frankenstein story, it made it Short Circuit 2–obvious. Actually, it wasn't that subtle. It also had some interesting ways of being a Garden of Eden story, though why the character named Eve was the character named Eve—other than she's the movie's woman—I can't say.

This is kinda my first Jared Leto movie. I just went through his videography and I've seen are a cg ghost, uncredited in a deleted scence, and some deformed character I don't recall. So yeah. The first.

I mostly know about him as the weirdo who freaked out his Suicide Squad castmates, a moody rockstar, someone who's widely presumed to be trouble, etc. So I didn't expect to like him. But while most of the time I just wanted the movie's actors to go away, he was consistently good. Even Grace Lee wasn't always great, but Leto was consistent. And, frankly, not an easy role. So props to the dangerous weirdo, I guess.

Lady Steed was happy with him (as she spent her teenaged years watching My So-Called Life and also happy because she was a huge X-phile and there was Gillian Anderson on the screen as well. (In a thankless bit role but she performed it well.)

Some actors did fine work but had stupid stuff to do (there's a lot of dramatic typing in this movie), so I don't want to come down too hard on them, but for the first half of the movie I really was just dreading seeing anyone's face because then I knew I would have to listen to nonsense.

There was a surprising little setpiece in the middle of the film I also liked and that, maybe for the first time, made me kinda want to see the original film.

Anyway, by the standards I usually judge movies, this was pretty mid. But it was so terrific to listen to and to look at—and it played with some of my favorite themes in not-studpid ways—ergo I had a great time.

Kinda funny it set up so hard for a sequel, though, given it's lost a ton of money.

Still. Tron losing money never stopped Disney before. Not permanently, anyway.



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One Battle After Another (2025)

On 70mm! This is the second movie I've seen on actual film this month. Wild.

Anyway, the chase scene is as great as everyone has said and so much more than I'd imagined based on descriptions. And all the acting is great. Leo's doing what I prefer him to do. Sean Penn's putting on a masterclass of narrow physical comedy. And this Chase Infiniti kid is a revelation. She's a star. We'll see her again.

The movie has lots of cool visuals and I was never bored but I'm not entirely convinced it's great movie everyone else sees. Lady Steed liked it a lot more than me, though she adds that except for the few funny bits, the film's largely a terrifying reflection of now.

Incidentally, as a guy who watches license plates, why were the all so old? Even the new cars had old numbers on their plates. Why?

And I don't quite understand why the tracker did what he did. His motivations were clear enough, but motivated enough to do that at that cost? I don't understand.

Anyway, I did really like it but I can't quite articulate why. I liked the father/daughter dynamic. I liked the funny stuff. I liked the camera work. I liked the character details. It's one of the better movies I've seen in 2025 to be sure, but . . . why exactly?


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12 Angry Men (1957)

I'm not sure I've seen this since high school, and almost certainly not for over twenty years. Which is great because I'd forgotten most of the twists, and the twists I did remember didn't unfold how or when I thought they might. So as close to a fresh experience as is possible for a film so foundational for me. This is one film I have never stopped thinking about since seeing it in high school for some class or other.

I'm a big believer in the sanctity of jury trials and and affirmer that everyone should be willing to serve. And undoubtedly 12 Angry Men is a big part of why. That and the Constitution of course, but I'm not trying to impress anybody.

All our dumb kids disappeared on us. But they need to see it. So I suppose I'll have to watch it again.

They're almost adults.

Oh! One other thing I wanted to add:

The film's very stagey both in writing and blocking in ways that I probably didn't notice as a kid. But it's never boring because they use those traits to be dynamic in other ways. This movie is loaded with shots that could not work were not almost every take pretty long. Shots that would be impossible to read if they just flit by with different elements in the extreme foreground while the action is happening in the middle distance. It's very cool.

ADDENDUM: Lady Steed apparently slept through the bulk of the movie. When I came home the next day, she and the 8yrold were watching it. At that point I resaw a good chunk of the middle on Hoopla. Then, two days later, when I came home from seeing The Matchmaker, they had started it again with the 18yrold on Pluto. Everybody liked it! But Tubi blocked the end credits as they appeared on the bottom of the screen and Pluto insisted on telling them A Night to Remember was next all the way through the movie. So maybe stick with Hoopla?


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Back to the Future (1985)

I am so glad to have finally seen this in theaters and to have taken kids 2 and 4 with me. (#1 hopefully watched it himself at college; #3 flaked out on us.) Such a good, all-ages movie. The theater was filled with grandparents and parents bringing kids and it was delightful to listen to an audience react to things they'd never seen before. George punching Biff was a huge crowdpleaser, the kids cheering him on a bit of capping when he actually did it. And they really got Marty's awkwardness around his parents. Such a great theatrical experience.

When I was a kid, the wait from 1985 to 1989 felt endless, like they'd forgotten to make us the promised sequels (the to-be-continued screen wasn't in this version—I never knew it was added for VHS! they were less bold than I thought!). Excited to return to theaters for parts ii and iii.


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Timestalker (2024)

Loved the trailer. The movie is just as insane as the trailer promised, filled with surrealist notes as a handful of people interact with each other over multiple reincarnations. Obsession is the word of the day, but the final few minutes present one possible understanding of the preceding eighty minutes after another, every one of the contradictory. It's a mess. And not in surrelist way, but in a we're-not-sure-what-we're-doing way.

Still. I liked it.


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Molli and Max in the Future (2023)

Hey hey, you guys, hey: have I just found my new favorite movie?

I LOVED this movie. I haven't come across a bizarro nonsense comedy that I could fully embrace in a long, long time. Plus it's a romcom which is what I'm always looking for. And this one's so good. Watch the trailer.

I had assumed the whole thing was greenscreened but they show a bit of making-of during the closing credits and while it's a lot of greenscreen, lots of bits were built and some of it's even rear-projection. I think they had fun making this movie.

Anyway, back to the story, they meet after he nearly crashes his spaceship into her and she gives him a lift back to Megalopolis (barring my favorite shot from Coppola's, this is by far the superior Megalopolis movie). Thus begins a years-long friendship over many eras of their lives until finally—spoiler alert—they come together in a more substantial way.

Even though I watched this movie alone, I burst out in clapter when it ended. I was so filled with joy.

(I also burst out in a WHAT?!?!?! at a fake-out ending earlier in the movie.)

But I was delighted all the way through. It's so funny (via so many different avenues of funny) and it's so smart. If you want commentary on late-stage capitalism or Trumpism or anything thingsuckrightnowisms, this movie will scratch that ith with laughter. Which is probably the healthiest way to scratch that itch.

Plus, the acting is exactly what I want. I want it to be natural, like it's being invented in front of me, but smart and funny and heightened. The acting's so good—even the characters in a single scene give classic line deliveries that deserve endless repeating—but if I can only choose one, Zosia Mamet (Molli) is astonishing. She could carry any movie with this performance.

Anyway, if I'd found this movie in my twenties, I would have seen it a dozen times by now. These days, I don't know when I'll get to see it again, but I long already for that day.

But next time, I want to hold my love's hand—at least off and on—as we watch it together.

It's so good, you guys.


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Sketch (2025) × 2

Rewatched (first normal, then with grownups' commentary) in prepartion for discussing it on Pop Culture on the Apricot Tree. Look fror me there.









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No One Will Save You (2023)

Holy smokes I loved this movie! It's been on my Hulu watchlist I think since the last time we had Hulu. And since it's ending in a few days, I decided to tackle a movie or two and this one came first because it came up in conversation with Carl when recording the next episode of Pop Culture on the Apricot Tree—I told a story about Raiders of the Lost Ark and he talked about No One Will Save You. I suspect it won't make the final cut, but it reminded me why I wanted to see this film. And I'm so glad I did.

It shares some elements with some of my favorite alien films like Signs, Nope, and 10 Cloverfield Lane, but making any of those comparisons is a bit misleading. For instance, it shares some themes and practical choices with Signs but it does very different things with the first and insignificantly similar with the latter. So forget it.

The big story though is Kaitlyn Dever. She is incredible in this no-dialogue movie. She's terrific start to finish.

I don't know why she seems so familiar to me (I'm only seen her in a couple movies and I don't think I remember her from either) but from now on she'll be familiar to me because she stared in No One Will Save You.

I don't understand why the aliens do what they do in the end, but I appreciate a new take on how a movie like this can end. For most of the movie I was certain she would win, then I was certain she wouldn't, then I thought the might be playing a dirty trick, and from then on I never knew what to expect next.

But the movie's terrific. From the opening scenes, before anything weird happens, I knew I was in the hands of someone I could trust. I was truly happy from go to be in this world. Even just as they are establishing her loneliness, well before truly explaining it, I felt for this girl.

And of course, that's what's important in a movie like this. Characters need layers for the horrors that come to mean something—both in terms of our caring about the character and in terms of what they have to say about life the universe and everything.

Anyway. The ambiguous ending leaves me thinking and the journey left me delighted. Even when I was most afraid I had a huge smile on my face. This is a movie.


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Party Girl (1995)

Read a lot about Parker Posey this year thanks to White Lotus coverage and realized I've never seen any of these hip New York girl movies that made her famous. I mostly know her from Christopher Guest movies. And since I'm tryint to knock some things of the Hulu playlist before our membership ends and because this is a lot different from the scary-aliens movie I last watched, up it came.

I didn't like much. Most of the beginning the only thing it really had going for it were Mary's outfits. It came together fine at the end, but it's not that much of a movie. A nice little time capsule but nothing special.


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The Cokeville Miracle (2015)

Two quick reviews of quite different sorts:

1: I was living thirty miles from Cokeville when this happened. The hospital in my town is mentioned in the film as being the closest. Lots of people where I was knew plenty of people where this all occurred. And yet I never heard about it. I assume the adults made a concentrated effort to keep it from us and they succeeded. I didn't hear about this until years and years later and it's still kind of hard for me to accept that it occurred given I was right there not hearing about it.

2: I had forgotten about the (spoiler alert) angels and everything so when act one ended and it wasn't the whole movie, I was taken on the same ride as the deputy in his investigation. Which was kind of appropriate as my instinctive scepticism of this sort of inspirational film got my protective hackels all up. So as the film was trying to beat him down into accepting the miracles of the title, it was beating me down too. In the end, it worked. Although I have some technical complaints about the movie the basedonatruestoryness of it all allowed it access to me in ways a purely fictional story much the same may not have.

UPDATE: The 8yrold brought up having seen this movie to my parents when they were here for Thanksgiving and thus learned that my dad once worked with the insane man at the center of this disaster. And he says, yes, he was crazy. From long before that awful day.


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Eternity (2025)

Elizabeth Olsen's face is what makes this movie works. Her tornness carries us along.

Lady Steed says that had we not been in theaters, she would have been sobbing in the memory halls. But the moment that rocked her most and is still rocking her now hours later is that first moment with all three of them. (Good thing she didn't watch the trailer first!)

Anyway, this movie will certainly keep cinema-sins–type viewers gleefully engaged, but most of the eternities are just gags and I'm fine with that. The real accomplishment of the story is its love triangle.

But the film actually works (and here come the real spoilers) because of it's multiple endings. It's only by actually trying all three on for size and believing they are real that we, like Joan, can feel satisfied that we have discovered the correct one.


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Zootopia 2 (2025)

Just going to say upfront I'm not avoiding spoilers here. I'm not leaning into them but I'll be giving plenty of hints if nothing else.

First, I liked it. Its a bit rote getting started and starts feeling like a paint-by-numbers mystery but it eventually finds its footing and then it's quality work from that point on. It does set up lots of ways the mystery could be solved, but why not take the most actionpacked brokenrules method? This is a buddy-cop movie, after all.

Anyway, don't think too hard about temperature-related things (both bloodedness and room) or snake-related things (both bloodnedness and venom) or you won't be able to enjoy excellent things like the Shining set piece. And you want to enjoy the Shining set piece!

It does seem like whichever exec wanted the teaser at the end of Moana 2 got his fingers in here too. But at least this one isn't so tryhard.


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Jurassic Park (1993)

Yes, you can tell the difference between 1993 cg and 2025 cg but even with its flaws its still arguably better than a lot of the janky stuff that's coming out now. They feel touchable.

Anyway. Flawless popular entertainment.

We watched it because Son 3 just finished the book (and was thus disappointed by Coast Rica's failure to bomb Isla Nublar), but the 8yrold was also up for it having already weathered Jaws. She did just fine.


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The Day the Earth Blew Up: A Looney Tunes Movie (2024)

Let's admit the flaws. The slapstick isn't terribly successful. Sometimes it really gets bogged down in plot.

But there's a lot to like here as well. The voice work is great. Eric Bauza is the first Mel Blanc successor to truly succeed. (Cut the visuals and just listen to the Bugs and Daffy Thanksgiving podcast and see what I mean.) The man's work is incredible. Part of his success, I think, is how he can be simultaneously precise and unhinged. Which is about as good a three-word description of Blanc's genius I can imagine.

Anyway, the movie has lots of solid visual gags, but the horror elements are exceptional. The pink monster is a masterful creation and the zombie-movie elements are topnotch. Check out the list of references from the writers to get a decent flavor of both its spooky and goofy elements.

I'm upset my much-more-anticipated Coyote vs. Acme was buried (exciting update: it's coming this August!), but this movie, for all its imperfections, is a solid piece of silly entertainment. I'll probably never watch it again, but I'm glad I did choose to watch it once.



What is grace? What is justice? What shall we do? (a svithe)

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This is my fourth and final talk in my first year as a high councilor. The calling itself has been fascinating. I've appreciated being asked to serve in places other than where I live with people other than those I’ve spent the last two decades with. It’s a responsibility without clear guidance, which is exactly what’s made it so compelling and valuable.

Anyway, writing lil talks to give to one congregation or another is a nice bonus. I love writing talks. Each one’s its own set of spiritual and aesthetic challenges. This time I’m speaking to Chinese-speaking members so I’ve broken it up by where I’ll pause for translation. That demands a different grammar and rhythm than I’d usually rely on. But nothing like a limiting form to liberate.

I sent them the draft for translation a couple months ago and now I need to restudy my own words so I’m prepared! When this talk appears in your inboxes (if you’re subscribed to Thubstack), I'll be just about starting. Follow along ex situ!

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When I was on my mission, I received a book from a missionary of another Christian faith.

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The book began by telling the story of creation.

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Just as in the Bible, God created the heavens and the earth, separated the lands from the waters, and placed Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. So far, just the same.

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But then the story took a twist I did not expect.

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In their telling, God was completely surprised when our first parents ate the forbidden fruit.

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In their version, God did not see this coming. The very idea that they would eat the fruit had never crossed his mind.

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In a panic, God had to come up with an emergency backup plan.

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And that emergency backup plan is Jesus Christ.

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I have to admit, I did not find this theology persuasive.

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First, I do not believe it’s that easy to surprise God.

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Second, Jesus Christ was, is, and always will be the core element of God’s plan.

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And third, if you believe that this world we live in only exists because Adam and Eve committed sin, that makes sin the creator of our world. And sin did not create our world!

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In Latter-day Saint belief, Jesus, under the direction of his parents, created our world.

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Jesus is our creator.

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But perhaps, sometimes, do we act as if we believe sin is the creator—or controller—of our world?

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The creation of the world was the first great gift, Jesus’s first great act of grace.

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Jesus’s grace is what gave Adam and Eve the freedom to make the brave choice they made.

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Jesus’s atonement is what allows us to recreate ourselves every day in His image.

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Sin is none of these things and I pray we do not give it more power than it deserves.

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But what is sin?

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I recently read the words of a Latter-day Saint that made me think of sin in a new way.

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Sometimes we think of God’s justice as God giving every person what he deserves.

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According to this way of thinking, when we are good, God gives us what is good. When we are bad, God gives us what is bad.

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This means that God deals with us differently because of sin. Sin then controls our relationship with God.

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But this is wrong. God loves us always. As it says in the Bible, no matter how badly things are going for us, God still reaches out his hand. We may grab his hand at any time.

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So if justice is not about giving us what we deserve, what is it?

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According to this man I was reading, God’s law of justice is to give us what we need.

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This world is filled with pain and heartache. We all need something.

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And so, if justice is to give everyone what they need, God’s call to justice can be fulfilled in two ways.

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First, we can accept grace from our Savior, our Healer, our Christ.

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Second, we can provide grace ourselves to our fellow children of God.

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What then is sin?

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Sin would be rejecting the grace God offers us.

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And sin would be refusing to give grace to our brothers and sisters.

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The [Chinese-speaking congregation] is a wonderful place. You are an example to [our ecclesiastical region] because you welcome so many new Saints through the waters of baptism.

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I know many of you here today have been baptized in the last year or so. Congratulations!

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When you were baptized, your sins were washed away as you accepted Jesus’s name and you accepted Jesus’s grace.

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In the Book of Mormon, we find a story about another congregation that was filled with people who had just made the decision to be baptized.

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Alma was their teacher. He told them:

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“As ye are desirous to come into the fold of God, and to be called his people, and are willing to bear one another’s burdens, that they may be light; …

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“And are willing to mourn with those that mourn; …

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“And comfort those that stand in need of comfort …

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“Now I say unto you, if this be the desire of your hearts, … [be] baptized in the name of the Lord, as a witness before him … that ye will serve him …”

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And when Alma’s people heard this invitation, “they clapped their hands for joy, and exclaimed”:

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“This is the desire of our hearts.”

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Brothers and sisters.

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We too have clapped our hands with joy and we have been baptized.

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We too have promised to serve God.

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And how do we serve God?

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We bear one another’s burdens.

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We mourn with those who mourn.

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We comfort those that stand in need of comfort.

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We fulfill God’s law of justice by giving others what they need.

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And they need what I need. And I need what you need.

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We all need the grace of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

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Brothers and sisters, I testify that we all need Jesus.

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And I testify that all sin is based in our failure to accept him with our whole hearts.

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When we let Jesus into our heart, he will make us whole.

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I’m reminded of the blind man Jesus met.

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His disciples asked whether the man had been born blind because he had sinned or because his parents had sinned.

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The disciples misunderstood. They thought, perhaps, that sin was a creator.

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But sin is not a creator.

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The man was blind, Jesus explained, not because of sin. He was blind only because it gave him an opportunity to accept grace. And Jesus made the man to see.

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Or consider the ten lepers Jesus met.

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The lepers did nothing wrong. And yet they had gotten leprosy anyway. Is that justice?

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When the lepers saw Jesus, they cried out to him: “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.”

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And Jesus told them to go to the priests and show they were clean.

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Now, only one of the lepers returned to thank Jesus. But Jesus healed them all.

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What is justice?

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It is treating our brothers and sisters as Jesus would treat them.

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Justice is loving everyone.

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Justice is loving everyone fully and equally.

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Justice is giving people what they need.

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This is a hard commandment.

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Sometimes it is hard to love others. Sometimes it is hard to give them what they need.

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This is when we need to accept God’s grace for ourself.

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Only when we are accepting of God’s grace can we deliver his grace unto others.

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This is the great challenge for Christians.

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I remember a conversation I had with Brother [member of the congregation] the first time I met him.

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He had been called as your Sunday School President and my responsibility was to teach him his responsibilities.

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Brother *****, like all of us, knows very little compared to our Heavenly Parents or our Savior Jesus Christ. We are all beginners in the gospel.

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Although I was able to teach him a little about the responsibilities of a Sunday School President, the real value of our conversation was this: We two, brothers in Christ, sat together and offered each other grace.

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****** was very wise at the end of our conversation. He observed that the Spirit of God had been with us.

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He was absolutely right. I had offered ***** grace. He had offered me grace. And the Spirit of God was in the room with us, delivering grace from Jesus Christ.

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This is what we can do for each other.

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When you leave today, remember these things.

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First, God loves you. He loves you.

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Second, God has given us two commandments. He wants us to love him and he wants us to love our neighbor.

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God’s work and glory is to bring about our eternal life.

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We help him in that work by accepting his grace and by granting grace to others.

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This is God’s law of justice: to give us what we need.

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In God’s eyes, we all deserve grace.

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We are all his beloved children.

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We all deserve his love.

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We all deserve to live with him again after this life ends.

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When we took the sacrament today, we remembered that Christ will heal us. And we promised to help us heal each other.

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I love Jesus Christ.

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I love you.

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I hope, every day, I get better and better at loving you and at loving Jesus Christ.

100

I am grateful for the grace he gives me.

101

And I am grateful for the grace you have given me today through your kind listening.

102

In the name of our Healer, the King of Grace, Jesus Christ, amen.

previous svithe on thutopia and on thubstack


2025-11-26

A Thanksgiving Svithe

 

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I gave this talk on November 16th. So not exactly Thanksgiving, but the topic was gratitude so it’s Thanksgiving for sure.

Once again, I’m singing in sacrament meeting talks. I really want everyone to do this but it’s not catching on. ALTHOUGH, this past General Conference, some one actually sang their quotation rather than just speaking it. So much better.

Usually of course it’s a hymn or a Primary song but this time, like my first-ever time, I went secular, baby.

I was worried one part of this talk might be controversial but it a) wasn’t or b) was but no one who was offended told me so or c) it was but the Sunday School lesson on polygamy (which I heard was “a barnburner” [and very good]) erased me from their minds. Let’s hope for a!

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Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I thought for today we might look at perhaps the first explicit expressions of gratitude in our scripture, chronologically speaking:

This is in Moses 5:10 and 11, if you want to follow along. Moses. 5. 10 and 11.

And in that day Adam blessed God and was filled, and began to prophesy concerning all the families of the earth, saying: Blessed be the name of God, for because of my transgression my eyes are opened, and in this life I shall have joy, and again in the flesh I shall see God.

And Eve, his wife, heard all these things and was glad, saying: Were it not for our transgression we never should have had seed, and never should have known good and evil, and the joy of our redemption, and the eternal life which God giveth unto all the obedient.

Adam grateful for three things, Eve for four. Let’s consider them all.

Are we grateful that our eyes are opened?

Each morning when we wake, we open our eyes and arise again. And we are called upon to see.

Jesus would have us clothe the naked and lift the downtrodden. But do we see them?

Jesus would have us embrace joy. Do we see joy?

Jesus would have us seize opportunities to offer others the same good news we have been given, that their eyes, too, might be opened. Do we see these opportunities?

Look around a moment. Make eye contact. Smile.

Behold. Our eyes are open.

Are we grateful that in this life we shall have joy?

I don’t know about you all, but I had a lot of joy at the 100th-anniversary celebration last week. Part of that was witnessing the decades of joy that had gone into getting to year number one hundred. People returning with open faces and sweet nostalgia. Seeing old friends and friends of old friends. Meeting a man who hadn’t been in this building since 1979 but, walking around, was filled with peace and sweet remembrance.

In this life we shall have joy. That’s a little thing we get to do together—to give each other.

Joy.

Remember looking around a moment ago and smiling?

That’s what we’re here for. To be joyful. Together.

Are we grateful that when again in the flesh we shall see God?

Adam’s being rhetorically clever here, expressing his gratitude that in the flesh we shall see God.

Although theologians are still in his future, I reckon Adam had a pretty firm understanding of the two deaths. Certainly, he knew separation from God—spiritual death. But, as the years went by, he gained a greater and greater understanding of physical death as well. From mourning over the body of Abel to the apostasy of Cain to whatever other tragedies and failings life gave him, Adam understood every flavor of death.

So as he expresses gratitude that in his flesh—in his post-death resurrected and perfected body—he shall see God—be reunited with the father he loved and had walked away from in order to learn and grow through mortality—Adam has as clear an understanding as anyone ever has just how glorious these two key miracles are.

This is what it means for a redeemer to be provided. And Adam knows, deep in his soul, the value of this gift.

Are we grateful that we can have seed?

I read an article in The Atlantic recently that has got me thinking about this gift in a new way. Largely it was a series of interviews with women who waited longer than evolved human biology might’ve preferred to have kids and who are now working with doctors and scientists to reproduce. Some successfully; some not.

But universally, these women all resented that their high-school sex-ed classes were all about how not to get pregnant—well, that and avoiding venereal disease—and not things that matter much more to them now—such as how stuff like age and weight and health have a detrimental effect on fertility. The article was filled with discouraging stats that suggest modern American women know very little about how to get pregnant once they want to. And while the article didn’t get into it, I’m a-gonna guess the men in their lives know even less.

I hope that doesn’t come off as judgmental. All I mean to say is I feel for these women because having seed is something I, like Eve, am grateful for. Having kids isn’t always easy or simple but easy and simple don’t have much to do with the purpose of life. They’re nice, but they’re not the goal. Even creeping-crawling things know that the goal is to multiply, and to replenish the earth and to have joy in our posterity. Even when you have to ask eleven times for someone to do the dishes, there’s still joy there, somewhere, underneath it all.

So I’m with Eve. I’m grateful to have seed.

(Although I’ll bet they’re not enjoying being referred to as seed right now.)

Are we grateful that we know good and evil?

I got upset in class this week. This isn’t something that happens much. I might get annoyed or frustrated but it doesn’t actually get to me emotionally. My demeanor doesn’t change.

But this week the girl I was talking to, and her two friends, could tell how upset I was. How seriously I was taking our conversation.

What happened is this: She came to class late. But unexcused tardies in my class sliver off some of your College Readiness points. This is a block of ten points you start the quarter with and an unexcused tardy can take one third of a point off that ten.

She didn’t want that to happen so she said she’d go find some teacher to write her a pass to get it excused. Plenty of people, she said, would do that for her, who cares.

But that’s a lie, I said.

Yeah, but she wants her points.

But it’s dishonest.

But the only negative consequence she could see was losing a third of a point. Nothing to do with integrity or my opinion of her—those things were all too abstract. I rephrased the problem a number of ways but when I finally asked her if she would sell her soul for a third of a point, her friends were shocked that I would go so far. But, I mean, I meant it. Who cares about a third of a point? Do you respect yourself so little that you would lie to get it? Is that how little you are worth?

She hasn’t brought me a pass to excuse that tardy.

You guys. My blood pressure was so high. I didn’t yell or anything but I felt so strongly that I had to stand up for honesty. I don’t know but I sure hope the next time her integrity could be trimmed for some minor benefit, she won’t do it. And then—I don’t know but I sure hope—as opportunities to sell out grow and become more persuasive, more valuable, that she’ll not be the sort of person who would trade her own soul for a third of a point.

I can be, as the kids say, extra. But man. I tell you. She’s worth more than a third of a point.

I hope she believes that.

And, if today she just thinks I’m a weirdo, I hope something about our conversation proves sticky and, someday, she figures out what I meant.

Because the difference between good and evil isn’t always as simple as don’t be a Nazi. Sometimes the difference between good and evil can be subtle to the point of dangerous.

I’m grateful to know good and evil—and I’m grateful that when I get it wrong, Jesus will be there to buy my soul back.

Are we grateful for the joy of our redemption?

I’ll admit that redemption is something of an abstract concept to me. It’s not hard for me to accept I’m not all I could be. And I am grateful to my redeemer. But I don’t know that I always get the details of redemption.

And so, this afternoon, when C***** gets baptized, I intend to arrive open to once more receiving proof to my heart that Jesus is the Christ, and that he died for me and for you and for everyone who has ever lived.

That’s a little too much for me to comprehend. I can’t even comprehend Elon Musk’s new compensation package. But the least I can do is spend my time trying to comprehend the good—the best—the very best this universe has to offer.

Are we grateful for the eternal life which God gives the obedient?

At the end of my mission—and I mean the end: I was sitting in an airplane on the tarmac waiting to taxi to a runway to take me to the mainland to report to my mission president before he sent me home home—I was looking out the window at various airport things and realizing it was too late to do better, it was too late to try again tomorrow, it was all over, I was done, finished, kaput.

That’s a vulnerable moment.

Much of my mission had been dedicated to doing better tomorrow—and now there were no more tomorrows.

All the great missionaries I’d seen? I hadn’t done what they’d done. All the great feats they’d accomplished. Those were not my feats.

And so I sat there, sober as any teetotaler has ever been, and prayed, asking the Lord if I he accepted what I had offered, little as it was.

The last couple months of my mission, my companion and I had often been taken places by a member of our ward—Brother Kim (he insisted on being addressed in English). Everywhere we went in his little car, he played the same tape of music over and over and over again. It was covers—near-identical knockoffs, really—of popular American songs. I don’t remember any of them but one, sung by a faux Frank Sinatra. It was a song I hadn’t heard before but which I became intimately familiar with over those months.

It’s usually interpreted as an ode to ego and self-aggrandizement—even an embarrassed Frank Sinatra thought so—but as I sat there on the tarmac, the Lord put that song into my head:

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

The song goes on. It’s become a vital anthem of the Berkeley Ward for reasons the bishop mentioned a week ago. When [a teenager] died [last November], this song played over and over and over again in our house, like a sacred offering to accompany him home.

I suspect [my son, whose best friend this was] was playing it for similar reasons that the Lord put it into my mind that day.

The Lord sent me to Korea not because he needed another Elder X or a Sister Y but because he needed me. He needed an Elder Jepson. With all his weird traits and peculiar ideas. He wanted an Elder Jepson to serve in Taegu and Chinhae and Pusan and Masan and Cheju. I was the person he wanted to meet the people I met, to say the things I said, to do the things I did.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew

But the Lord wanted me. And he wanted me to be a missionary my way.

Not because I would be perfect. I wouldn’t be. But perfection’s never the point of any particular day.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
The record shows I took the blows

And did it my way

The trick of course is to remember, as Eve did, that this life is just the first step of the eternal life the Lord gives the obedient. It doesn’t matter that I wasn’t perfect. Jesus is perfect. And he was there serving with me.

That’s what I’m grateful for. That God knows me and loves me and accepts the service I give and allows me to serve you alongside our Savior.

We all serve alongside our Savior.

And so will we—eternally.

That’s what I’m grateful for this Thanksgiving.

In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

 

previous svithe on thutopia (here)
previous svithe on thubstack (there)

 

Adam and Eve and a Turkey and Cranberries
Gabriel Bien-Aimé (2021)

(retitled by theric)


 

2025-11-18

Hundreds: Weetzie Bat finishes the first and the Desert Prophet begins the second

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I try very hard not to care how many books I read in a year.

But the nature of recording all the books I read (a sin I've been committing since 2007) is that I've very aware of the number and, being very aware of it, I must care a little bit. And I do. But I think I've managed to hold it to the pleasure of passing #100. Which, this year, I now have done.

Thanks for travelling with me.

Do you have a favorite book, so far, from your 2025? 

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097) Math for English Majors: A Human Take on the Universal Language by Ben Orlin, finished November 13

I was delighted by this book but I still think Math with Bad Drawings is the best entrypoint to his helpful world of relearning how to like math.

Everyone learning to be an elementary-school teacher should read that book. Then this one, why not? 

about ten weeks

098) This One Summer by Jillian Tamaki and Mariko Tamaki, finished November 14

I came across this a couple months ago via my friend Jake.


I trust Jake's taste and I was compelled by his breakdown so I picked it up from the library. It is just as he says, an excellent slice-of-life comic beautifully paced. I found it stronger than their follow-up (which I've already read), fwiw.

It's the story of two girls. The year-and-a-half gap in their age begins to matter in new ways this summer as the older is getting new (and perplexing) feeling about (very much the wrong) boys. The spend the summer playing at the beach and discovering horror movies and watching teenagers and the adults in their houses. It's measured. It's smart. It doesn't push. It's very well made.

Jake was right. 

a couple weeks maybe

099) The Things You Have to Do Before I Buy You a Phone by Adam Ferguson, finished November 14

We didn't have a great policy for our kids when it comes to phones. The main thing was we're not going to get you one so earn it yourself. The first one did this and got it, if I remember correctly, as a high-school sophomore. The other two had friends with phones lying around their house who fell sorry for them. There are so many superfluous phones in the world now that the old policy's a bad policy.

I think the daughter, so far behind her brothers, needs a different policy. I was thinking about getting her a cool dumb phone and that still might be the best solution but this book is also a pretty great solution.


Some of the things are obvious (earn the money) or sensible (navigate a drive without a phone) but some are surprising if you're taking getting-a-phone as life's purpose. Why should I write a letter or attend a religious service or visit the fire station or build a fire? But that's the genius of the book. It's so easy to disappear into a phone, never to return. This is sort of like The Dangerous Book for Boys only with a pretty good carrot hanging from the end to keep a kid motivated to live a little.

I was tempted to try and get copies of this book to teach—this would be an excellent semester-long project: do, say, four of the items (I might need to give them point values so they don't just do the easy ones) then write about some, present to the class about others.

It's a great idea but more appropriate to a junior high. Some of the stuff in the book (and the book's general rhetorical stance—I mean, #50 is Turn Fourteen) just skews younger. But it's a good idea and it would be cool if this became a textbook in, say, a seventh-grade English class. 

Regardless! It's a cool book and I may well use it for my daughter. If you're trying to figure out how to navigate this now-universal step in growing up, check it out. You might like what you find.

It might work particularly well for an entire friendgroup? Dunno. If you try it, let me know. 

maybe seven days over three or four weeks

100) Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block, finished November 17

I love this book. It's been sixteen years since my first (and only prior) read. That read opened up an aspect of my style I'd tamped down by trying to be an adult and allowed me to start writing Curses and Llew, a book I'd been trying to write for four years. Since 2009, I've worked on COLl (its abbreviation in my notes) in starts and spurts. Rereading Weetzie Bat is a bit startling because things in my book have parallels to things in Weetzie Bat that I had completely forgotten. We share, it seems, an attitude on sex and death and art's intersections.

Anyway, still haven't finished COLl. But I will! I've finished what I think of as the first third, but maybe I've set it down (again) because it's now (roughly) the length of Weetzie Bat? Something to think about.

Anyway, sometimes it's a mistake to reread something you loved long ago. But not today. Love this book. 

probably three days two weeks apart

101) The Desert Prophet by Camilla Stark, finished November 18


 I'm not sure I've read a comic book that behaves quite this way. Camilla draws the Desert Prophet and his friends with the casual certainty of a daily strip artist. She displays them in different ways at different scales and under different emotions like manga. She's deeply literate (I planned to get more into this, but there's an appendix laying out most of the references, so I guess I won't.) It's picaresque in a sacred way ala Piers Plowman or any Everyman story (or, as she says in the notes, the Little Prince). Yet it's deeply contemporary, concerned with contemporary crises. And deeply Mormon, casually conversant with our sacred rites and movement. It is, in short, mystical. A holy work. A work that proposes that the temporal is spiritual, whether you're paying attention or not; a work that provides a form of nihilistic optimism; a work that encourages moving forward no matter no matter no matter what. Plus, it's beautifully drawn and humorously drawn in striking chiaroscuro that rewards attention but does not allow the eye to rest.

two days


Previous books of 2025
(and years more distant)

2025-11-13

A couple thoughts on Thornton Wilder

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I read Our Town in high school (sophomore year?) and my class also watched (I think) the classic version starring Hal Holbrook. I don’t remember much about it now other than how it made me feel and how much I liked it.

Just a few years ago I read The Skin of Our Teeth which has some of the same modernist tendencies but really could not be any more different from Our Town (I think; cf previous paragraph). It’s a weird little domestic comedy that covers all of human history.

Then, just two years ago, I read his novel The Bridge over San Luis Rey because someone compared Just Julie’s Fine to it. Again. Decidedly modern and so unlike the other two.

And now I’ve watched a production of The Matchmaker.

I don’t usually write about plays I see and expecially not school plays as writing about minors seems untoward to do behind their backs and they are not my intended audience so—

I’ll just say this was perhaps the most challenging script I’ve seen them take on and one of the best scripts I’ve seen them take on. I think the best under the current theater teacher. And some of the best acting work I’ve seen too. I shan’t say more than that.

What I want to talk about is the play.

I recently saw Hello, Dolly! for the first time but I was not prepared for how similar it would be to it’s ur-text. Very similar, in fact. That said, the musical added two characters and sanded down the original’s sharp political edges. Because this play has bite! Oo, baby! Talk capitalism to me, Wilder!

Anyway. Now I’ve seen or read Wilder’s four best-remembered work and I gotta say:

He’s terrific.

And, if you’re local, there’re three shows left.

2025-11-06

Drunk crows, dystopian Jews,
elderly werewolves, and brooding kaiju

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Unquestionably my favorite book of this set was Chuck Palahniuk's memoir. Not something I would have guessed. Not because it was entertaining but because it is hands down one of the most useful books about writing I've ever read. It's a veritably bible of good ideas. Not kidding.

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089) The Art of Tony Millionaire by Tony Millionaire, finished October 4

This is a pretty packed collection from way back in 2009. And it captures well the dichomatic nature of his work. It's cute and lovely and delightful. It is awful and demented and repulsive.

It's quite the split.


But you always believe he is being honest. And I think that's why I like it even when I don't. 

a bit over twenty days 

090) Consider This: Moments in My Writing Life After Which Everything Was Different by Chuck Palahniuk, finished October 16

I loved this book. This is a classic of the writing advice/memoir of which Steven King's On Writing is perhaps the most lauded entry. Palahniuk packs us full with genuinely useful things to consider alongside wild stories that end up mattering to the writing in unexpected ways. It's also a love letter to writers and editors and publicists and friends and family he has known and loved.

Frankly, this is excellent. I intend to return this library copy and buy my own copy. Little notes I wrote to myself thanks to Consider This have already appeared in my current WIP. I need one for my classroom if nothing else.

Highly recommended. 

two or three weeks 

091) Superman: The Harvests of Youth by Sina Grace, finished October 18

This is fine. It's a message novel using Smallville as setting. Bits of it work well and other bits are pure afternoon-movie. The audience is definitely people who want to understand those sucked into online hate and not at all those who are. It lacks the interiority of a good novel while largely keeping away from the visual dazzle or action of a good superhero comic. Bit of an identity crisis, this book. But, you know, fine.

two or three days over two or three weeks 

 

092) The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare, finished October 22

Shakespeare's always fun to read with a class. Never underestimate your students. And something dumb but so filled with provocative stuff to talk about like Merchant? Goldmine.

a couple weeks 

093) The Third Temple by Yishai Sarid, translated by Yardenne Greenspan, finished October 23

The publisher's giddy promotional text includes this:

I am wary of hyperbolic language, so allow me to be as concrete as possible: as a reader, I see The Third Temple fitting squarely into the dystopian tradition of George Orwell's critique of fascism in Animal Farm; Ray Bradbury's fight against censorship in Fahrenheit 451; and Margaret Atwood's courageous denunciation of patriarchy in The Handmaid's Tale.

These lofty comparisons are a big part of why I wanted to read the book. And I feel bad saying it, but my experience makes that litany of excellence about the right description. Which is to say I don't see much original here. Placing the action in a near-future Jewish fascist-religious dictatorship is a new setting, to be sure. But it's mostly like Animal Farm in that lots of animals die gruesome death. It's take on censorship is much less Fahrenheit 451 than Nineteen Eighty-four but I suppose you can't mention Orwell twice. The Handmaid's Tale makes the most sense as this is a dystopia run by fundamentalists.


 The one truly original addition to the genre The Third Temple gives us is the introduction of supernatural elements. God is in this book. Angels. Wisdom. I wonder if in the original Hebrew the language allows us to wonder if this is all in the head of our solo point-of-view character, but in this translation, that's rarely an option. God is in this novel. So are angels. And Wisdom. Their introduction excites me but I'm not quite certain what I'm supposed to make of it. At times, it feels like it might be a satire of fundamentalists Jews in modern Israel, but at other times it feels quite sincere. Given Sarid's reputation in his home nation, again, I suspect there may be more happening between the Hebrew lines than survives the translation into English.

The ending scene appears modeled after either Tale of Two Cities or Nineteen Eight-four but thematically it falls short of either.

In the end I'm left mildly confused and distinctly unsatisfied, and uncertain whether that's because this is so culturally specific that I'm being left out or if, maybe, it isn't actually as good as Animal Farm or Fahrenheit or Handmaid. I dunno. What do you think? 

about a month 

094) Pumpkinheads by Rainbow Rowell and Faith Erin Hicks, finished October 25

Honestly, this might be the best thing I've read by either Rowell or Hicks. It's simple and straightforward and charming and in a genre of which I am famously pro (best friends who discover they are in love with each other). Plus: it's seasonal.

My only complaint is the character all look about ten years older than they're supposed to be, but according to the bonus materials that was intentional. Okay. 

one day 

095) The Werewolf at Dusk and Other Stories by David Small, finished November 3

Small was once best known as one of the great contemporary illustrators, but nowadays he's best known as the author of Stitches. This is a collection of three stories—one original and two adaptations. The most immediately accessible is the first, the title story, an adaptation of a story by Lincoln Michel about an elderly werewolf. But all the stories are, in some way, about aging, about being old. The second story is his original, a surrealist piece in which a man's survival depends on whether or not the dream he is in is his own. The third is a story by Jean Ferry, a fable for our times. The story takes place in the days before Hitler's rise to power, when most well-thinking individuals knew better than to consider that little man, that clown, a threat to the political order. The story's protagonist can sense there is more danger than the others recognize, but he's not sure what that danger is and he's not willing to stick his neck out to do anything about it.

Together, the stories don't suggest anything happy. 

two noncontiguous days 

096) Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi, finished November 6

I didn't intend to read this book. Although my previous experiences with Scalzi have been enjoyable, he's not, like, all that interesting. He's potato chips.

But I found myself locked out of the house with a copy of this book so I started it. And. Well. You can't eat just one chapter.

This is the most airy of the Scalzi books I've read, but he knows that too. In the postscript he talks about writing it in two months and compares it to a three-minute pop song. And that's a good metaphor. It's good dumb fun.

But the craft does still get on my nerves. One complaint I've felt before but is so egregious here is that all his characters sound the same. They all have the same wit, telling the same jokes and making the same asides. Even the bad guy, though he's supposed to be less than? Scalzi can't help himself. The same cleverness at the same level sneaks through. And one of the results is, a little past halfway when we are reminded that this novel has Real Stakes when several characters are killed, it doesn't matter. Because who cares? They were interchangeable with every other character.

THAT SAID.

I'm reminded of Alfred Hitchcock saying there was no reason to adapt The Brothers Karamazov to film because it was already perfect as a novel. The novels to adapt are the bad novels that have potential. Kaiji Preservation Society is a such a novel. Even without rewritten dialogue, good actors can bring the characters to life. The final action sequence would absolutely kill. And the subtle politics of the novel are what we need right now. This is the kaiju movie I want. It's the kaiju movie we need. I sure hope someone makes it. (And not a ten-episode series on Peacock.)

three weeks

 

 

 


Previous books of 2025
(and years more distant)

2025-11-05

Fresh meat come to market

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I have a bunch of stuff in the pipeline, but two seem rather urgent to mention.

First, my story “Do Not Open Until Christmas” (originally published and still available in Carol of the Tales and Other Nightly Noels) will soon reappear as part of the Center for Latter-day Saint Arts production The Christmasing Spirit: Advent Calendar of Latter-day Saint Literature. You should subscribe to receive this advent calendar of writings by Latter-day Saints (including dead luminaries like Nephi Anderson, Josephine Spencer, and Maurine Whipple; and living people I’ve pushed on you before including Barrett Burgin, James Goldberg, William Morris, Steven L. Peck, Luisa Perkins, Todd Robert Petersen, and Darlene Young) in your email.

Second, the debut of a new story, “Upon the Altar,” which just appeared in Breaking Through the Penumbra (Cicada Song Press) edited by Johanna Haas, Jessica Bradshaw, Jacqui Paul, and Jenny Graman.

In this story, a young sister missionary who, while giving blood for the first time, experiences a remarkable vision. This was a great team to work with (my editor was Jacqui Paul) and if you order RIGHT NOW you’ll nine dollars off the normal price. It ain’t, in other words, gonna be six-something forever.