Author: Mark Egge

Post Phoenix

Hmm. Scottsdale. Was nice. Couple nice sunsets. That’s bonus points in my book. Tonight’s was particularly spectacular–an expansive and clear desert sky filled with gradients of yellow to orange, pale blue to dark, set behind the sihouttes of Camelback mountain, among others. Pretty. Ready to return to school? Maybe. Why not. I’m still rather angry […]

Two-Thousand and Eight

If there’s one thing in life to be desired, that thing is quality. If there’s a second thing to be desired, I would suggest irony–something for the soul, and something for the cynic. Quality … has become something of an obsession. A lifestyle, and a mindset. Something to be sought after (and, on occasion, obtained). […]

Angry yuppies and an unintended role-reversal

This afternoon, Sagar and I drove down to Loveland to see Juno. The movie was quite good (despite a criminally scratched scratched 6th reel–the sort scratched that, running a second-run theater (like I do) makes one mutter angry things under one’s breath about “that projectionist” and “if I ever…” and “a dark and otherwise deserted […]

White, dancing bile. / Bitter, black snow.

I spent some time on a gorgeous, sun-yellow, swing tonight. It was snowing: thick, heavy, flakes–swirling white in the ambicked my legs, swinging higher, and higher. Then, in that downward whoosh that follows, I found myself recounting, out loud, an afternoon experience only a few hours old, set in the same swirling snow. … “I […]