Author Archives: Mark Egge

Well, it was bound to happen– amazingly, it’s taken all summer. I woke up late for work today. By late, I mean that when I woke, I was already late for my shift. Fortunately, my schedule at B&B this summer … Continue reading →

Paul Simon sings that “these are the days of miracles and wonders.” Yeah. Well, are they? Me? I sing: “these days have been / another senseless whirlwind.” Without purpose, without intention, but with no shortage unfulfilled purposes and abandoned intentions. … Continue reading →

I realized tonight that there exists a tenuous but disturbing parallel between the early years of the Cold War and the current situation in the Middle East. Although there was never any direct (“hot”) military conflict between the United States … Continue reading →

There was once a run-away, hanging around Papa John’s. Being the concerned citizen I am, I immediately to locate the parent or guardian– not much of a challenge, even from thirty meters, with respect to the cart’s bright red plastic … Continue reading →

Photos from last night’s LAN party can be found here.

Last week I spent seven days in the Wind River Range with Sagar, my Dad, and one of his co-workers, named Bob. We left Cheyenne early Friday morning, and stopped in Pinedale at a quintessential small-town American burger stand–the Sugar … Continue reading →

If you need me, I’ll be here: Otherwise, I’ll be back in a week.

So. I’m “doing” my birthday, this year– call it base materialism. Call it a fall from grace. Call it a betrayal of principle. Call it what you like, but I mean, I’m broke. And I’m a college student. And there’re … Continue reading →

Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man’s Chest(2.5 of 5 stars) “Dead Man’s Chest” is not unlike a hundred other summer blockbuster sequels. The story goes something like this: the director and producer sit down and say “gee, we had so … Continue reading →