by Kent Pilkington | Dec 31, 2011 | Observations
New Year’s Day will forever remind me of tex-mex food, Spanish, and anuses. Yes, anuses. No, nothing strange and sordid. Well, not sordid, anyway. So, A few years ago, my wife and I were driving home after Christmas and stopped at a tex-mex restaurant that we...
by Kent Pilkington | Oct 24, 2011 | Whimsical, Writing
To log in, or not to log in: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of flame wars and political diatribe, Or to take arms against a life without pokes and likes and LOLCats, And by opposing end them? To log off: to...
by Kent Pilkington | Sep 16, 2011 | Quotables
A friend posted a link to a Criagslist ad where somebody was selling a yoga mat. I thought it was funny. Like, really funny. (I’ve done the Bikram style yoga he’s referring to.) It occurred to me that, being an ad on Craigslist, it would have a limited...
by Kent Pilkington | Apr 27, 2011 | Observations
I got up this morning and went through my usual routine. Took a shower, got dressed, snapped a couple photos of the half-asleep dogs, etc. For breakfast, though, I took plan B, which means swung by Chick-Fil-A on the way to work and ordered my off-menu fave: A...
by Kent Pilkington | Apr 21, 2011 | Writing
“My medium … is LIGHT!”, Frank declared, his face glowing with the kind of euphoria generally reserved for psychotics and fanatics. His brother, Todd, was unimpressed. “Of course it’s light. You’re a friggin’ photographer. No...
by Kent Pilkington | Sep 28, 2010 | Observations
It turns out that my little sister and Schroedinger’s cat hold one thing in common, at least in my mind: They are both completely alive and completely dead at the same time. For those less scientifically inclined, Schroedinger’s cat is classic hypothetical...
by Kent Pilkington | Mar 21, 2010 | Introspective, Writing
Tell me what I want to hear and leave out painful truth. Whisper sweet into my ear and speak not tales of thorns and nails, or the approach of murderous feet, but call them now a lover’s treat, a gentle sweep through soft, sweet blades of grass. Look at me with...
by Kent Pilkington | Oct 6, 2009 | Quotables
Source: “Notes on Prejudice,” by Isaiah Berlin. The New York Review, October 18, 2001. ©The Isiah Berlin Literary Trust 2001. Few things have done more harm than the belief on the part of individuals or groups (or tribes or states or nations or churches)...
by Kent Pilkington | Jun 26, 2009 | Romantic, Writing
Mind is spinning, eyes ablaze The sweat a sheet, salty-sweet glaze Fingers sweep the softness curves and trace a pattern igniting nerves Kinetic touch with consciousness brush To feel the burning tumbling rush The craving experience feeds its way And licks the air to...
by Kent Pilkington | May 12, 2009 | Uncategorized
(Update: Due to the generosity of several of you, our friend was able to stay housed and replace the lost income. Many thanks!) I have a request. We recently received an email from an acquaintance of ours. Essentially, it was a goodbye letter. The acquaintance is a...
