tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59426602011-08-14T03:58:59.192-07:00Fog BlogBlog in the San Francisco fog. Misc ramblings, poetics, prophetics, philosophics.Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-68424591723959249462007-07-10T16:25:00.000-07:002007-07-10T16:27:35.272-07:00Open Letter to the San Francisco Board of Supervisors:I did not ride my bike to work today. Why should you care? Well, my tush and shoulders are sore. Why is this? Because they have been battered by the bumps and potholes from riding on San Francisco streets. At most, I can ride to work about three days a week, and I have a mountain bike with nice cushy tires. How those messengers ride every day Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-27649049970748921162007-05-30T12:31:00.000-07:002007-05-30T12:35:43.371-07:00An open letter to the Democrats:I cannot believe how completely lame and impotent the political process in this country has become. The Democrats have a majority in Congress and you cannot even stop the policy of a mostly hated president with a failed foreign policy. You really disgust me. What ever happened to Democracy? The majority of this country wants the war to end, and you cave in to Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-44125412648432548022007-05-08T17:58:00.000-07:002007-05-09T12:39:07.508-07:00So which is more Naive, thinking that love can make everything work out, or thinking that a person can get through a divorce without being bitter? I've known for years that the first is naive, and it was probably the most painful lesson of life, but I've never been married before, nor divorced. I never fooled myself by thinking the love would be enough for both of us, I'm too old to think that isDarrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-56658159867007306512007-04-23T18:10:00.000-07:002007-04-23T18:12:59.149-07:00Here's a poem that suits the mood of late. Written some time ago, but some things never change.How It EndsIWe just wantedFor the worldTo be beautifulBut Plato's footnotesBurned withInnocent wordsSpring breakShe smiledMoving 101 southYou can't returnOnce you sayI love youIINot a weddingOr a divorcePacking the carNot the oneOr not readyOr bothIIIIn late hoursI made campAmong the lonelyCigarettes Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-68297796479751109472007-04-17T13:25:00.000-07:002007-04-17T15:22:46.754-07:00Another year in America and another 10,000 gun deaths, 33 of which have been highlighted this week in Virginia. Funny how when educated white people get blasted it's suddenly front page news. What’s even funnier is that President Bush offers his condolences when he has been a total opponent of gun control. He let the Assault Weapons Ban expire, and has done absolutely nothing to regulate the saleDarrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1176331705123209832007-04-11T15:10:00.000-07:002007-05-09T13:05:38.736-07:00So I'm an official "cycling nut" now. I bought a set of panniers so I can go to the grocery store and shop. They are bright red. I had trouble getting the rack I have to fit on my bike. It's a mountain bike and doesn't have eyelets where the rack attaches to the seat stays. I had to buy a rack with c-clamps to go around the stays. Another problem was the bolts included with the rack were too big Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1175555653250686942007-04-02T16:10:00.000-07:002007-04-02T16:14:13.263-07:00The Excavation(Report from site XB-71; Coordinates: 37°45'0"N 122°26'1"W; Date: October 5, 4007)We can see from the dataThat Noe Valley ManHad a strange obsessionAbout the feet.Noe Valley ManHad vibrating bricksWith protruding grids.With electricity he wouldMake them vibrateMassaging the solesOf his feet.In this particular findWe can see that this manWas named “Motorola”And his wife “Nokia.”Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1175550641481761152007-04-02T14:49:00.000-07:002007-04-02T14:50:41.483-07:00CertainLines through four dimensionsInevitably scrape the word from silence,A history is born. A culture is contrived,Pregnant with the blood of lost heroes,And language breaks against language.All roots are cleaved. An architect is needed for any geography— To tell us again that all men are mortal, Mothers won't be satisfied, that logic will fail. Tell us again about bills, snow, taxes, and Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1175550487796565392007-04-02T13:01:00.000-07:002007-04-03T01:44:48.796-07:00The Breaking ParadoxPrismatic light folds,Releases tension in skin;Rice paper supernova.Fractals of ShadowNever touching the surfaceBlow a raging wind.Chained to death grip skyBolt arcs to skeletal earth;Cupid missed his mark.Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1175543741258491562007-04-02T11:44:00.000-07:002007-04-02T12:55:41.270-07:00I figured that George Bush must have problems sleeping, so I wrote a poem for him:Lullaby(for George)You have not been the first to kill thousands,Nor the last.It is very difficult to be the worst head of state.You will not be the first to lose the war,Fought for salt and diamonds.Not the first to be totally righteousTo rule by divine right,To get away with it.Not the first to get caught,Many Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1150242747150776512006-06-13T16:45:00.000-07:002006-06-22T13:20:31.950-07:00AIDS LifecycleA person once accused me of jumping on the hippie-cause-du-jour bandwagon. I’ll admit that’s partially true. I do send email about issues I find important. However, my latest cause involved a bicycle, not a wagon, and it was for 7 days, not for one. This bike also went 585 miles from San Francisco to Los Angeles. It helped raise $4673 for people living with HIV and AIDS. It was one Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1149025662176749782006-05-30T14:46:00.000-07:002006-05-30T14:47:42.193-07:00Dead ReportersYou have to love the media. They are so objective in their coverage. They only report the facts. Here is one of those facts: The only time the war is important enough to warrant front page coverage is when a journalist gets injured or killed. Dead Iraqi’s only count in large numbers. Dead soldiers aren’t really important either. But when a member of the media gets hurt? Well Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1148425078720503242006-05-23T15:54:00.000-07:002006-05-23T16:05:06.920-07:00Seventy-fiveWhat am I doing up at 5AM on a Saturday? No, it's not because I stayed up allnight partying. I went to bed at 11PM knowing I would get up. It's cold. I'm wearing shorts. The fog is still draping the lights. The streets arewet. The cold metal of my bike is biting my calf as I wait for the bus. I amgoing to Day On The Ride, a "simulation" of a day on the ride of AIDSLifecycle.We Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1146868283472372712006-05-05T15:30:00.000-07:002006-05-05T15:31:23.483-07:00Elixir: The AftermathLast night a small but elite group of drinkers infiltrated the Elixir andproceeded to sabotage their central processing units. Dubliner platoon, ledby Major Alex Bower, executed a frontal assault with IPA’s blazing, supportedby Fernet grazing fire. After recon by EOP's Charles Hardy, Fandango squad,led by Liz Rood (Codename: Red Zard 1), executed flanking maneuver “Martini”Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1146447267031258602006-04-30T18:31:00.000-07:002006-04-30T18:34:27.046-07:00LifeCycle Training Ride ILesson number one: When learning to ride a bike with clip pedals, keep one foot un-clipped when riding through traffic, especially in tourist-infested areas. Like most lessons, I learned this the hard way when a car suddenly stopped in front of me at Fisherman’s Wharf. My feet did not come off the pedals in time and I fell over in a flailing heap. Trapped between SUV Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1146445578325597232006-04-30T17:50:00.000-07:002006-04-30T18:06:27.726-07:00Hey. What's up? Not too much here. I've just been working and hanging out. I've finally finished school, and I think this time it is for good. My brain must be full, or maybe I'm just tired of school life. Christina got me an interview and now I have a new job at Equity Office Properties. It's a great company to work for. The benefits are almost as good as the state, but the work is much Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1130556199949973352005-10-28T20:21:00.000-07:002005-10-28T20:23:19.963-07:00So what’s it like working in a prison? It’s no joy. Dirty concrete and steel wrap you for hours. The odor of many bodies confined in cells smells somewhat like fried chicken, rotting on the stove because you forgot to put in the fridge. It's a cold business, and that is what protects you. When I tell people I work in a prison, I get this look, which I find nauseating. They look at me like IDarrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1128929291235915302005-10-10T00:26:00.000-07:002005-10-10T00:34:35.873-07:00So the questions of the month have been "So how is married life treating you guys?" "Where did you go on your honeymoon?" "Are you planning to have kids?" I'm not sure that I can answer any of those questions to the relative satisfaction of the (many) people who asked them. But there is goes.So how is married life treating "you guys"? We'll I can't speak for us "guys" (like we're not real Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1120041896014973882005-06-29T03:34:00.000-07:002005-06-30T20:16:15.940-07:00Christina and I are getting married. I proposed in March. The monsters of tradition have sought to have their way with us. Next thing you know, I will be goose steeping down the aisle. All this fucking bullshit that surrounds getting married is really insane. Am I the only one who realizes that the past is gone forever, and all the things that we call tradition only exist because no one elseDarrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1110413129364939922005-03-09T15:50:00.000-08:002005-03-09T16:07:43.666-08:00I haven't touched this thing in a while. So what's up? Lets see. The president is still an idiot, but I won't bore y'all with my political ramblings. I'm almost done with my MA. After this semester I just have to complete my thesis. Our dog is fine. She's generally happy as a clam. We've created a few more nicknames for her. We call her:boogiepookiesillylover girlms. evahoney piesweetie Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1099912501616039372004-11-08T03:15:00.000-08:002004-11-08T03:15:01.616-08:00Our President Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1099912351741093072004-11-08T02:58:00.000-08:002004-11-08T03:12:31.740-08:00Reasons to be optimistic about Bush's Re-election:
My dog's Bush-head chew toy is still relevant.
We probably won't have to worry about over-population for too much longer.
There will be lots of good jokes on the Daily Show.
New words will be added to the English language. It's mis-underestimate-able!!
The only language will be English-ism.
The next volume of Girls Gone Wild: The Bush Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1099379136495148412004-11-01T23:05:00.000-08:002004-11-01T23:05:36.496-08:00Eva says, "Eat Bush, and vote for Kerry!!" Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1099378644071646222004-11-01T22:35:00.000-08:002004-11-01T22:57:24.073-08:00Hello. My name is Eva. I've adopted two new parents, Darren and Christina. I saw them a few weeks ago when I was in "the joint." All I had to do was perk up my ears and turn my head sideways, and they coughed up the cash to bail me out. I was on the streets for a while until some nice lady brought me to the pound where I interviewed potential parents. That lady was nice enough to put a Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1098441831621824942004-10-22T03:43:00.000-07:002004-10-22T03:43:51.620-07:00Lance Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1098440020453144492004-10-22T03:08:00.000-07:002004-11-01T23:11:19.693-08:00The sentimental poem for the week, written for my world poetry class. We're studying Pablo Neruda this week. Enjoy a little American culture. The research was fun:
shred
same scrape of urethane
over asphalt
just as posture
adapting to terrain
revealed by timbre
weight flowing foot to foot
carving down this black hill
ollie the curb and we click
blues down the sidewalk
left a little Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1097480460480214242004-10-11T01:00:00.000-07:002004-10-11T00:55:44.330-07:00Nowadays, I'm seriously wondering if the right-wing speaks English. I tried to have an honest discussion with some right-wingers via email. I thought we both spoke English, but now I'm not so sure. Here's some examples of things I have heard them say:
"Things are going well in Iraq."
This makes me scratch my head in amazement. First, the American forces are so scared at this point that theyDarrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1096614101236255092004-10-01T00:01:00.000-07:002004-10-01T00:01:41.236-07:00Baghdad Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1096613977481652872004-09-30T03:17:00.000-07:002004-09-30T23:59:50.613-07:00While we are sleeping, bombs are going off in Baghdad. Another grisly chapter is being written in the history of the world with the naïve idea that we are going to walk into that country on the other side of the world, and show them how everything is done. Call it the fifth fucking crusade to take back the Promised Land, the cradle of civilization, where all the oil is. Shakespeare, you got Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1096011258565131652004-09-24T01:29:00.000-07:002004-09-25T18:16:48.296-07:00Here's some of my poems for those of you who are interested. Feedback is naturally welcome. Email me at: analogkid@punk.net
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Mirror’s Elegy
The sequence of
the vertices
drain in the
dust of the present.
The shimmering
towers of
conception that declared
good
and the right
have been vacated
with
frenzied glee
by the light and shadow –
the faded white
phases of
compromise
are beingDarrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1096011748544573582004-09-24T00:42:00.000-07:002004-09-24T00:42:28.543-07:00Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1095671851644672602004-09-20T01:56:00.000-07:002004-09-20T02:17:31.646-07:00Everyone keeps saying different things about the weather. In the past few days, I've been told that this past July was one of the coldest, but also that the weather has been really good this summer. Ah, the subjectivity of anecdotes. I just know that it's 56 degrees outside, and it rained very hard earlier this morning. It woke me up.
OK, the endless amount of 80's music I hear is really Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1095670536229647052004-09-20T01:55:00.000-07:002004-09-20T01:55:36.230-07:00Marin Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1095506672463294062004-09-18T04:17:00.000-07:002004-10-08T19:08:20.203-07:00Well, we got a new place today. It's about twice the size of our current place, but still a one bedroom, and it has a real kitchen too. The kitchen in this place sucks. It's more of an architectural afterthought.
Anyway, we move in Oct 16th. Contact me if you want the address etc. I don't think our phone number will change as we're only moving about four blocks away. That's the only Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1095331462311029692004-09-16T03:44:00.000-07:002004-09-16T03:44:22.310-07:00Mijo Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1095330097730245192004-09-16T03:12:00.000-07:002004-09-16T03:48:12.806-07:00Wow, been busy for the past year. Almost forgot about this thing. Summer was the usual cold and foggy, though there were some nice days. Lately, the weather has been nice. How nice!! School is keeping me VERY busy. Write, write, write, that's all I do. I ain't complaining, but it might be nice to get a little XBOX in here and there. I'm just dying to hear "Counter-terrorists win." Call me Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1071134420953015032003-12-11T01:20:00.000-08:002003-12-11T01:23:28.500-08:00October 27, 2003
Caught in blue vertigo, this bail was like many others. The wave crashed on top of me, knocking me off my board and churning me around like a clothes on the spin cycle. Nothing to do but cover and roll with it. You can’t fight the waves, they’re just too powerful. I had rolled three or four times, losing track of which way is up, when their was this piercing pain in my right Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1070536243099235822003-12-04T03:10:00.000-08:002003-12-04T03:14:35.906-08:00Out
(Inspired by Gail Scott's wonderful book My Paris)
Keys. Wallet. Door. Stairs. Out. Muni hisses past. Laundry-air from Wash 'n' Go across street. Eyes behind glass door of real estate office have me wondering if they wondering about me. Watching me coming out everyday. Various times in various attire. Afternoon sun. Lining fog on hill with orange. Donut shop in Victorian across Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1069323125641146712003-11-20T02:12:00.000-08:002003-11-20T02:12:12.686-08:00Where's the fucking car?
Likely Portrero chop shop,
Don't hold breath, said cop.
Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1069248957874238972003-11-19T05:35:00.000-08:002003-11-19T05:36:04.370-08:00Well, ya'll should come to visit us in Noe valley. There's an extra parking spot on the street now that Christina's car has been stolen. Yep, I was going to class on Monday when I said "Where's the fucking car?" Wasn't parked where I left it. Some fucking asshole came along and clipped it. The cops said it's probably gone forever, most likely chopped in Portrero Hill or Oakland. He said theDarrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1068793086456554142003-11-13T22:58:00.000-08:002003-11-13T22:58:11.316-08:00Right now, the Senate is holding 30 hours of debate about the confirmation process for judicial nominees. Meanwhile, back in the real world, I just received my bill from the emergency room. I was in an accident a few weeks ago. I have no job. I have no insurance. I am trying to better myself by going to college and earning a degree. I can't pay this bill. My school (SFSU) provides no Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1068674451600690172003-11-12T14:00:00.000-08:002003-11-12T14:00:56.930-08:00All my dreams of late have this theme of travel in them. Wanderlust stirs inside me. I was in New York last night, and in the dream I dreamt that I had been there before in a dream, which I have. Strange to have a recollection of a dream in another dream. I suppose it makes sense because one doesn’t know when they’re dreaming.
I watched them launch this huge ship in New York harbor, but Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942660.post-1066162915552509282003-10-14T13:21:00.000-07:002003-10-14T13:21:55.503-07:00Hmm, now I'm a trendy blogger, I guess.
People keep saying that "9-11 happened." I hear it so frequently that it feels like it will replace the expression "shit happens." If that happens, then maybe we won't say "shit" when something bad happens, we'll just say "9-11." Doesn't seem to have the same ring to it though.
Funny how all the good cuss words end with hard consonants. Maybe Darrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00004805148431551747noreply@blogger.com0