Friday, November 21, 2008


Today Mark defended his dissertation at Arizona State University before a committee of history professors. Co-chairing the commitee was his mentor, idol, and friend Richard Bushman. Like most defendees, Mark passed contingent on completing a list of revisions. A blessedly short list: Three of Mark's chapters carefully explicate the political dimensions of the Book of Mormon. The two committee members who aren't Mormon insisted those three chapters be condensed to one and the full treatment be relegated to an appendix. Manageable. Fine. Mark has an appointment to present his revision on Monday morning, and hopefully then he'll get some signatures. He's pounding nails into the coffin one by one.

In related news, Mark better hurry on back to defend his home turf. I'm all for a boy who loves his mommy, but Levi's passion for me has always bordered on the...unseemly. Last night on his way to bed, Levi delivered a resounding slap to my rubber duckie and said, "That's Daddy's job, but since he's not here, I'll do it."

Please, Mark. We need you.

The scalliwag himself showing off the newly enlarged hole in his teeth. His teacher keeps a chart of which kids have lost how many teeth, and Levi was becoming jealous that he had only one checkmark next to his name. So he basically ripped that bloody tooth right out one night. But now he has two checkmarks.


  1. Go Mark! Keep it up! You can do it!

  2. Yeah!!! Mark rocks. Levi, on the other hand, I'm not sure about.