Author Archives: Mark Egge

Thanks to everyone who came out last night! It was a smashing success. The best sober estimates put the attendance at somewhere around 80 people. Lost-My wallet-A class ring Found-A round, black hat

Who: You, your friends, but not your parents! What: The Anything-But-Clothes-Goes dance party/party party! Here’s the deal: don’t make plans for Saturday night, unless, of course, those plans are to be at Goetter’s house wearing anything but clothes. It just … Continue reading →

Go see Crash. That’s all I can say right now. I’m floored. Goodness, what an amazing movie.

aaaaaaaaaaaah! I’m SO sore! I somehow, stupidly, forgot to stretch out last night after climbing, and now my fingers and arms are so stiff I’m being forced to type this with my toes! … Well, maybe the toes thing is … Continue reading →

…and i am only biding time only reciting memorized lines Another weekend come and gone. Sunday, June 5th. 2005. Good god. When I open my Palm Desktop, I can see every day between now and the day I leave for … Continue reading →

Apparently I’m going to Bangkok. I haven’t received any of the confirmation materials from Thammasat yet, but no matter– I (finally) have a plane ticket, and I’m sure I can figure things out when I get there. Heh, realistically the … Continue reading →

Love: usually bullshit, and always a bad idea. Deep, I know. =) I can’t explain why, but as I was trying to drift asleep last night, my last conscious thought was exactly that. A clever little maxim, I think. Because … Continue reading →

God, I’m a roller-coaster, but god… it feels good to be this high. Emotionally high, that is… =) I forgot that sometimes Cheyenne has exceptionally nice nights. Nothing raises the spirits like driving down the interstate at night, windows down … Continue reading →

Chester is wonderful. He never fails to make me smile. Every night, he locks himself in the bathroom. The door swings itself shut, and Chester is never able to resist the allure of a closed door that he can nose … Continue reading →

I suddenly remembered why I was a film buff. It’s not because I have some great love of film, nor because of film’s capacity to move and inspire, nor because of film’s ability to to take the viewer to far … Continue reading →