Thomas Parkin is, for better or worse, a man of our times; but given his druthers, he’d have been a man of 1930s Los Angeles, 1920s Buenos Aires, or the English Lake Country of the 1810s. The first half of his life was an adventure. To commence the second half of his life, he went to college, where he is studying history. He views his classmates with a paternal regard. He hopes to do post-grad work in Latin American History, or Latin American Studies. This is because he likes Hispanic people better than he likes you, and because even he can see the writing on the wall. He has little hope of ever getting another job, but the thought of being called “Doctor Parkin” for the last few decades of his life charms him. He never has taken seriously the instruction to ‘write what you know.’ He prefers to write what he is just about to know. Actually, he never taken all that much thought about it, but now finds that he must, like a very drab, unpack his heart with words. Someone has said that you shouldn’t write unless it is life or death to you. He disagrees, but is beginning to understand the sentiment. He considers “dithering” a moral virtue. He has a deep fear of being misunderstood which he compensates for by being unintelligible. He wishes you’d get your mind out of the gutter. He finds the mystery of grammar more impenetrable than the mystery of God. He has been in love for a long time, and is still in love. The first three principles that he walks by are, first, Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ; second, Repentance; third Baptism by immersion (preferably in the ocean, but a lake or a river of the right depth and will do in a pinch). He believes that everything else is contained in the Gift of the Holy Ghost, worlds without end.
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This is coming late, by a couple years, at least. I have never really addressed this issue in public. My preference has been to stay out of a discussion where anything that is said is potentially hurtful, and due to the powerful feelings involved, easily misunderstood. I wouldn’t address it now, but I know that it remains out there as an issue for Mormons and about us. I simply want a statement I can refer people to, as needed. I’m not going to leave comments open; I’m not looking for discussion. I doubt I will take part in future discussions on the issue. This is not the kind of thing I want to do on this blog. Continue reading
Porpoises are relatives of the dolphins and the whales. They are smaller than whales. They are also smaller than dolphins. Porpoises are mammals, not fish. Mahi Mahi is not dolphin meat, nor porpoise meat. I’ve eaten Mahi Mahi with a mango glaze that was very delicious. The Miami Dolphins are my favorite football team.
At Sea World, I once saw a male and female dolphin mating as they swam around their tank. It was fascinating, though not, for me, particularly erotic. Possibly dolphins are too cerebral an animal to be seen as potently erotic – except, one imagines, by other dolphins. The horse has an intelligence more in its blood. Consider the words ‘stallion’ and ‘mare’. But even a horse is not so erotic as a flowering plant. I’ve got a botany class that has me walking around the neighborhood plucking flowers then peeling away sepals and petals to observe, under a magnifying glass, the stamen and carpels within. Continue reading