Steven L. Peck is from Moab. This explains almost everything relevant about him. But just in case you are curious, I’ll go on.
Because he flunked high school history he did not graduate with his class, but snatched one of those coveted GEDs and joined the Army. There, he drove a tank. He didn’t do that very well, because he was terrible at keeping his hair cut, shoes shined, and obeying orders, so after his glorious military career in post Vietnam, Germany, he was then called on a LDS mission to Arkansas, where he picked up the language but never really became fluent. Because he had his GED he was made assistant to the president and got his first taste of unmitigated power, but he wasn’t very good at that because he was terrible at keeping his hair cut, shoes shined, and obeying orders. So then he went to BYU where he also had trouble keeping his hair cut, shoes shined, and obeying orders. He wanted to be an English major, but it required spelling, so he switched to philosophy. However, fate played a cruel hand, and he got married. Getting married itself was not the cruel hand of fate actually, but on his honeymoon he and his new bride had head-on collision with a drunk driver, which was the cruel hand. Since the odds of being hit by a drunk driver at 11:30am on a Sunday morning in the middle of the Oregon desert while on your honeymoon are so low he took it as a sign from the heavens and switched his major to statistics. The recovering couple both managed to live and had five great kids, and then spent a geological age in graduate school. He went to UNC-Chapel Hill for a masters in Environmental Biostatistics, then standards of American education being what they are he was granted a Ph.D. from NC State in Biomathemetics and Entomology (The course work of each, a disertation that fit both). Since the advent of spell checkers (as opposed to spell chess), he has taken to writing blogs. Philosophy of course is doable without really any demonstrative skills, and since one does not even a spellchecker, he’s gone back to that too. So standards of American education being what they are, BYU gave him continuing status, which is like tenure, but keeps you from writing about queer topics in public forums. He still is terrible at keeping his hair cut, shoes shined, and obeying orders. Currently he is on a sabbatical at the UN, which will disallow his visiting some small towns in Utah, and says something about is radical politics. Here is his scientific bibliography in case you are one of those who like credentials.
Creative works (not included above because in the Biology Department they just don’t seem to care about my poetry) include a win in the short story part of the BYU Meyhew when he was an undergraduate; a novel: The Gift of the King’s Jeweler (2003) Covenant Books; a short science fiction story: The Flaw in the Lord Harrington Scenario, published in HMS Beagle; poetry in Dialogue, Red Rock Review, Glyphs III, Bellowing Ark, BYU Studies, Irreantum, and a chapbook of poetry published by the American Tolkien Society called Flyfishing in Middle Earth. Essays in Newsweek and Dialogue(2).
Why should you read this blog?
Because I am from Moab.