Author Archives: Mark Egge

Quoting from the Warren Sentinel, June 30, 2006 (emphasis added): Warren [Air Force Base] now has a “Giant Voice” system that will be used to play reveille, retreat and taps. The sounding of these honors is a special part of … Continue reading →

Random life suggestion: if you’ve been drinking and you order a pizza, let me suggest you pass out after the pizza arrives, rather than before, to avoid a somewhat awkward situation for the pizza guy. =)

Hope, you may be appalled. And William, you may well approve. But: the floor in my room is littered with the brass casings of .22 shells. Or, the floor in my room near my window, that is. Yeah, I’m still … Continue reading →

Mean …Senile people suck! Heh. Can I say that? No, I suppose not. I mean, she’s my grandmother and all. But it’s just that, well, she’s always been ornery (what a great English word!), but now… god help us, she’s … Continue reading →

Man. Being sick is miserable. Heh. It’s curious, really, how two degrees difference in the temperature under one’s tongue can humble one from running miles to agonizing over trivial distances. Huh. I return from Duluth with a single poignant question: … Continue reading →

that Your people I do not understandSo to you I wish to put and endAnd you’ll never hear surf music again. er… no. Thanks, Jimi. That’s actually exactly what I had in mind. But no. rather, that I’m leaving you. … Continue reading →

Question: If there was no sickness or disease in the Garden of Eden and if it was God’s plan that we should live in the Garden, in fellowship with him for all eternity, then why does the human body have … Continue reading →

Let’s see… I suppose I’m overdue for one of those boring but obligatory personal updates. So. Without further ado… My sister, Jenny, was married on Sunday. The ceremony was, of course, beautiful–an outside wedding at a flowering and mountainous bed … Continue reading →

I drove pasta herd of antelopetoday–strong, free, proud.Spirit of the West. funny thing, thoughthese antelopethese antelope they stoodon a road, black pavement. antelope, standing quietly.on a road. but wait: yesterday i drove pasta crew of pavers.hardened, brown, sweltering in the … Continue reading →

Here’s an empowering thought: culture isn’t static. The moment culture ceases to develop, to change, to be active and relevant, becomes little more than history. What’s more, culture is just a conglomeration of a thousand contributing members– the aggregate sum … Continue reading →