Author: Mark Egge

I suppose one needs to find the correct balance between work and … everything else. At the moment 60 hours a week seems about right. And, you’d better believe I’m getting paid for every hour I work. And that makes all the difference in the world. I ran the student government-operated movie theater at MSU […]

A friend wrote me, noting that the first part of my address–9226 E Via de Vaquero–sounds as though I could live in Spain. A lovely thought, indeed. But Scottsdale is no Spain. Both for better, and for worse. It’s different here. I’d describe Scottsdale as having a culture of conspicuous consumption. I’m glad I didn’t […]

I’ve built a citadel out of cinder blocks! … Packing vs. never moving vs. not having any “stuff.” … Hrm. … Perhaps packing is like childbirth–one tends to discount how painful it’s going to be, until it’s too late, and there’s nothing you can do to avoid the pain. (Thankfully, I’ve never know.) … Remind […]

Pat picked me up at the airport, ’round midnight, last night. I’d just flown from Anchorage, via Seattle. The flight home was an efficient, six-hour ordeal. But how, you ask, did I end up in Anchorage in the first place?The answer is simple: 3,000 miles (5,000 km) of paved roadways–snaking from Bozeman to Lethbridge Alberta, […]

What follows below is a personal update, copied from an email sent to a professor who has encouraged and challenged me over the past two years. I thought it might be of general interest to those who read this blog (more so than my usual fair, anyway), so I’ve posted it here. I finished both […]