TBT^256: The Frisson of the Night

My church recently partnered with my town and a number of other local churches to host A City Set Apart. The event started at 6 PM on Friday, 11 September 2026 and ended at 6 PM on Friday, 12 September 2026. For twenty-fours, volunteers ranging from local clergy to lay people read Scripture aloud.

I signed up for the 2 AM slot on Saturday morning. I set an alarm for 1:15 AM and blearily crawled into a hot shower. I had a cup of coffee waiting in the fridge, which I popped into the microwave before heading downtown. My assigned text was Micah 1-7 (the entire book), which I apparently breezed through, even though I didn’t think I was reading that fast, so my pastor then gave me Psalms 42-51. Reading Micah, which is a pretty hardcore book, at 2 AM over a loudspeaker with my voice bouncing off the brick buildings around town square was powerful.

It was also just cool being out at that time of night. A lady from our sister church read a large portion of Psalms (including the lengthy Psalm 119), and hearing her reading it at that hour, while still a bit sleep deprived, really made it “hit” differently. I could really hear the poetry of the text, and she read it with this impassioned voice—not stentorian, not melodramatic, but I could feel the conviction in her reading.

Later, the lanky reverend of the Presbyterian Church read the Gospel of Matthew. I stuck around until shortly after 3:30 AM, by which point he’d read through chapter 9 or 10. At that point, I was ready to get back to Dr. Wife and Nugget and try to get some sleep (I ended up dozing until nearly 11:30 AM), but his reading also brought the Gospel to life. I’ve read Matthew dozens of times and have heard large chunks of it read in services over the years, but something about hearing the Presbyterian reverend read it in his distinct voice opened my eyes and heart to shades of significance I’d never really absorbed in prior readings.

That’s all to say that it was a memorable event and I hope they do it again next year. I told Dr. Wife I’d opt for an early morning slot again, but something a bit more reasonable, like 5 AM. I got home and I was absolutely ravenous, so I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and drank a caffeine-free Diet Pepsi in the dark before getting back into bed around 4 AM. I thought Dr. Wife was out cold, but she told me later that she heard me crack open the drink and wondered what in the world I was doing—ha!

I keep using the phrase, “there’s something about,” but I’ll abuse it again here: there’s something about that time of night, the wee hour(s), that makes everything a bit more intense and surreal. Sometimes that’s a bad thing—the overly vivid nightmare, the baby crying in the night, the distant wail of a motorcycle as someone is up to something sinister. But it can be good, too: the prayer warrior on his knees, intercessing to Christ; the sumptuous midnight snack (or PB&J); the people of a town marinating their home in God’s Word.

Sure, most nights I like to be long abed by 2 AM, but every once in awhile, those wee hours still have something to offer.

With that, here is 18 September 2025’s “TBT^16: The Frisson of the Night“:

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Lazy Sunday CDV: Music Lessons

Now that yours portly is essentially semi-retired (although maintaining our household is a full-time job in its own right), I have more time to work on music for my private music students. It’s really broadened my students’ repertoires with some fun pieces, and it gives us some recital-style work to do outside of the usual method books (although we still work from those, too).

Ergo, I’ve been writing more about lessons and such, so I thought I’d share some recent posts that relate to the teaching of music lessons:

Happy Sunday!

—TPP

The titular “Will” loved his waltz!

TBT^4: Remarkable Animals

It’s been an animal-centric year for yours portly. Sweet Murphy crossed the rainbow bridge; Nugget is still going strong; and we’re likely adopting a puppy in a few weeks. The koi and other creatures are doing well—I even wrote an entire album about it (still 90% off with promo code koipond)—and our bird feeder continues to attract lots of birds—and lizards. I’ve seen a nasty skink slinking around, too.

That reminds me of this piece I wrote a few years ago, “Lament of the Lizardman“:

But I digress. It seemed apropos to reblog this series of posts about animals in all their glory.

With that, here is 11 September 2025’s “TBT^2: Remarkable Animals“:

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Memorable Monday: Happy Labor Day [2026]!

Ah, yes, another Labor Day here in the United States. Now that I don’t work full-time, every Monday is Labor Day, except since today actually is Labor Day, Dr. Wife is home, too. I might have to swing by Food Lion and pick up some hot dog and hamburgers and baked beans—’tis the season!

Today represents the spiritual end of summer throughout the nation, although most students have been back to school for three or four—or even five or six!—weeks already. It’s an odd, late Labor Day, as 1 September fell on a Tuesday. I imagine the kids and their teachers have been eager for this brief reprieve.

We’re still a good ways away from dog days of summer being over, but I’ve already begun detecting that crisp bit of autumnality stirring in the early mornings and at night. A little over a week ago I took a late walk as a storm was approaching, and it positively felt like I was walking through a Ray Bradbury story. I was positively chilly. It was the howling wind and swaying tree branches, though, that saw me cut my walk short and scurrying home to Dr. Wife and Nugget. I kept praying that the Lord Would Spare me from a massive widowmaker branch falling from one of the town’s ancient oak trees. He Saw fit to spare me for another day—and I’m sure I’ll take other walks in dubious weather again!

Fall is also a great time for music; if you haven’t already, you can still pickup Koi Dance for 90% with promo code koipond. You totally should!

With that, here is 1 September 2025’s “Memorable Monday: Happy Labor Day [2025]!; New Releases!“:

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Lazy Sunday CDIV: Witch

I’m fairly convinced that Lindsay Clancy is a witch who sacrificed her children to Satan. Can I prove that? Absolutely not. Does it make sense? Probably more than post-partum psychosis. I believe that post-partum psychosis is real, but the devil had his hand in the infanticide of those children one way or another.

Regardless, I decided to link to my two recent posts on Clancy and her recent trial. More uplifting content to come.

Happy Sunday!

—TPP

TBT^256: Road Trip!

Yours portly is heading to see his older brother down in the Lowcountry this weekend, so it seemed like a good time to look back at this series of classic posts about road tripping around the Southeast and beyond. I’ll be back “on the soulless, boring Interstate Highway System”—specifically the particularly dreadful I-95—but there’ll be some good backroads, too.

I’ve got quite a bit of driving ahead of me. In a couple of weeks I’ll be presenting a couple of workshops at the South Carolina Independent School Association’s (SCISA‘s) annual teachers’ conference. I’ll be covering two topics: how to create a DIY garage band music program; and how teachers can make extra money teaching private music lessons. Naturally, I’ll be sharing the slides and resources with my paid subscribers once they’re done! But I’m looking forward to some open road and checking out the Upstate.

Yes, it seems September will see me all over South Carolina. I should write a book about that (that’s an Amazon Affiliate link; I receive a portion of any purchases made through that link, at no additional cost to you).

With that, here is 4 September 2025’s “TBT^16: Road Trip!“:

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Lazy Sunday CDIII: Bird Feeder Follies

Our bird feeder has been a source of much amusement and joy. It’s also yielded some fun YouTube content!

This Sunday, here’s a look back at some recent posts featuring our fine-feathered friends (and Nugget and a lizard):

Happy Sunday!

—TPP

TBT^256: Rebuilding Civilization: The Hunter-Gatherer

Months ago I soft-pitched the idea for a piece to Feigned Flight Magazine about the Mongols, specifically related to a question their editor and founder, Michael, posed: did the Mongols really contribute anything enduring to civilization? And, no, we’re not talking about yurts or horseback riding equipment or techniques; rather, did they contribute anything that left an indelible imprint beyond a handful of technological innovations?

The historical record seems to indicate that, while the Mongols certainly had a significant impact—destroying some insane percentage of the world’s population, along with countless cities and towns—they never seemed to develop a culture of their own that would come to dominate other cultures. Instead—as is often the case with nomadic steppe peoples—they adopted the cultures of their conquered peoples.

Certainly, something similar could be said of the Romans—they largely adopted Greek culture as their own—but even before their conquest of Greece, the Romans had a highly sophisticated religion, government, etc. It seems that the Mongols had a world-historic figure in the form of Genghis Khan—and that’s it. His empire barely lasted a century beyond his death. Perhaps his most impactful descendant, Kublai Khan, is more noteworthy for how quickly he abandoned the life of the steppe for the soft silks of Chinese civilization (although it is said that he maintained a patch of Mongol grass and dirt on his palace grounds so he would stay tied to his homeland).

I don’t want to write off the Mongols entirely, but my (admittedly very) preliminary research seems to indicate that any “contributions” they made were really detriments to human development and flourishing. “Spreading the bubonic plague” isn’t exactly a “contribution,” more of an unfortunate side effect of hordes of horsemen thundering across Eurasia, leaving a bloody trail as they went.

If the Mongols accomplished anything, it’s that their swath of destruction brought about the fanciful “Pax Mongolica,” or “Mongol Peace,” a period from roughly 1250-1350 AD in which there was relative stability on the central Asian steppe. That peace allowed trade to flow relatively unmolested along the Silk Road (although the accounts of Marco Polo and others make it clear that it was still a very violent place). As I told my students in World History, though, it was “the peace of the graveyard”—it’s easy to pacify a wild land when there’s no one left alive to challenge you!

It is interesting to ponder, though: perhaps the real “contribution” of nomadic peoples like the Mongols is that they cause settled agriculturalists to better defend themselves. It also seems that the absorption of nomads into settled society injects some steppe vigor into established civilizations: the barbarians are uncouth, but they’re alive. Also, for all the independence of the Mongols and other steppe tribes, they had a codependent relationship with settled civilizations: the former depended on the latter for supplies via trading or raiding. It is interesting to consider, too, that once having tasted the fruits of civilization, many nomads opted for that life over the rough-hewn existence of the plains.

All interesting points to consider and mull over—and hopefully turn into a more structured essay!

With that, here is 28 August 2025’s “TBT^16: Rebuilding Civilization: The Hunter-Gatherer“:

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Lazy Sunday CDII: Chapel Stuff

It’s been a Chapel-filled week here on the blog, so I’m dashing off this quick Lazy Sunday before dashing off to play bass at church:

Happy Sunday!

—TPP

TBT^16: Chapel Lesson: Listening

Today is the second Chapel of the new school year, and the first devotional I’ll be giving as the Chaplain! My plan is to play a saxophone rendition of the hymn “Softly and Tenderly Jesus Is Calling” and to tie that into my brief devotional.

That being the case, I thought I’d look back at this little devotional from a chapel way back in 2022, one that I’ve reblogged several times since then. It’s message is one we all need to hear regularly—especially me!

With that, here is 21 August 2025’s “TBT^4: Chapel Lesson: Listening“:

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