There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity.

A skull tattoo

A duck tattoo

A dog urinating on a fire hydrant

In the rain

Inked images

As invisible as words

To the illiterate

“One of the reasons American Christians have lost any real concern for beauty is because they do not know how to connect beauty with salvation, and so they believe there is no connection. This belief is entirely quixotic, though, because very few Christians have ever heard a real proposal about what the connection might be. Nonetheless, we are certain that any attempt at explaining the connection must either be snobbery or legalism. Salvation is exclusively to be understood as a divine-legal judgment and every honest court of law must be indifferent to beauty. In fact, a court aims to move beyond mere appearances and get to the truth. Besides, “Man looks on the outward appearance, but God looks on the heart,” “Beauty is only skin deep,” “You can’t judge a book by its cover,” and “Beauty is fleeting, but a woman who honors the Lord deserves to be praised.” So quit your pretentious whining about how bad Thomas Kinkade’s art is. Turn up that Kid Rock album and bust out the Yellowtail Shiraz. I like an ice cube with mine. Not refined, just forgiven.”

-the rest of my latest article for The Classical Teaching Institute is available here

I’m slowly sampling Boise’s culinary scene. Yesterday, I went to The Basque Market and bought a bunch of conservas. The smoked sardines were quite good.

The Apotheosis of the Renaissance by Mihály Munkácsy (Hungarian, 1888)

I find this astounding.

The fourth season of Stranger Things, but instead of “Running Up That Hill,” it’s “Like A Surgeon” by Weird Al.

“It’s my hope that A Parley with Youth will give parents a new perspective on the role that teachers can and should play for students, and that teachers also see this role as an agreeable possibility. Of all my accomplishments as a teacher, the one I’m most proud of is the significant number of former students with whom I remain in contact, some from the very beginning of my career. Students rightly determine that teachers who flatter them aren’t worth staying in touch with—it’s not the teachers who say, “So, I think there’s some interesting things going on in Drake’s ‘Hotline Bling,’ but tell me what you like about this song,” that students come back to see after they head off to college. When the temptations of the world fall heavy on nineteen-year-olds, and their own moral failures begin to accrue interest, it’s the teachers who told them, “Drake sucks, man,” that students return to for advice.”

-my latest for CiRCE is about A Parley with Youth, my latest book

“While the lines of competition are drawn between nations, watching the Olympic Games tends to produce a remarkable balance between love of one’s own people and love of others. The first sort of love seems to easily segue into the second. When watching, I intuitively pull for the United States, but I find myself easily won over to charismatic athletes from other countries. In distinguishing athletes by nation, the Games ask us to humbly marvel at the fact that people unlike ourselves are capable of besting us. What is more (what is wonderful), the Games often invite us to relish the fact others can best us. The athletes themselves lead viewers in this. When competition is properly framed, even losers feel they have contributed to the revelation of something transcendent, profitable; this revelation helps calm the tumult which attends loss.”

-read more here

Last year’s corporate slogan:

This year’s corporate slogan (for the Olympics):

Just something about “winning.” Go back and forth between the generous and the selfish at will. It’s all the same.

This is just how corporate virtues work, though. LinkedIn word salad. Diversity then excellence, teamwork then individualism, sophistication then agrarianism, Dionysus then Apollo…