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I don’t even know why I brought it with me. I guess it’s one of those things–you find the perfect dress on a clearance rack at TJ Maxx and save it for five months so you can wear it at a dinner party that only happens once a year, but then a global pandemic breaks out and the board of mascots, in all their wisdom, ruins everything by reversing decades of precedent, making us actually wear our masks at the annual convention like we’re some kind of furry group who rented out a La Quinta Inn in Palm Springs to…

We all want to be something someday, but we have get past today first.

Below is the first chapter of Another Thing You Should Know, a novella about an enigmatic community of drifters, Mormons, farmers, and one non-binary philosopher who tangle with the meaning of life in a story of magic realism, Dodgers baseball, pre-Socratic philosophy, and Holy shit.

The ebook novella is available Friday, April 3rd — 100% of proceeds are going to COVID charities in Utah until July. Get your copy here:

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I never imagined myself here. An advocate and champion for a tiny speck of a town sitting between two exits of a highway in southeastern Utah. A place that many described as the armpit of the state when my family and I moved from Salt Lake City. That was six years ago. At the time, I couldn’t have expected a place so small to have such a big impact. The plan was to get in, do some work, and get out. …

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The summer of 1992 was the height of the 16-bit home video game era. Swift competition between the SEGA Genesis and the Super Nintendo Entertainment System developed as hedgehog supporters, blue in the face with rage, clashed with monkeywrench wielding plumber boys in a multi-player quest for supremacy. Arguments over gold coins and golden rings, or speed versus utility made national news. I myself was a talking head in the basement of my parent’s home. Everything was up for grabs. Fame. Acclaim. The Special Cup.

But the story that developed behind the scenes — a story of how an iconic…

Giving to something bigger than yourself

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When Broken Social Scene played the Fox Theatre in Boulder, Colorado in November of 2007, the last breath of autumn was drifting from the front range of the Rocky Mountains. My friends and I had piled into a Toyota Camry and left Salt Lake City the morning of the show. None of us had seen Broken Social Scene play before, but Feist was on the radio and BSS was a darling of the indie rock scene. “Almost Crimes” had been playing in house parties on repeat for a few years — the image of Kevin Drew and Leslie Feist’s sepia…

Tim Glenn

Not sure what to do with my hands.

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