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James B. Moog is a writer and researcher driven by intellectual curiosity and passion for literature, philosophy, art, and psychology. He is the author of three different blogs:


Advanced Leisure: A "lifestyle blog." for meditating on the nuances of everyday objects and the time that we pass as "leisure."

Mind of Moog: A general collection of creative non-fiction, comics, poetry, and literary criticism, among other things.

A Bon Vivant in STL: Focused on food writing and travel. Additionally, it will cover other tangential issues related to Saint Louis.

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