| Tuesday, February 20, 2007 |
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I have a question for you. Yes you. So by reading these words you are now obliged for the sake of common courtesy and decency to respond with an answer or a a comment. If you don't respond, I'll know that you didn't cause i've activated an ip tracker with my blog and will take it personally. Seriously (no not seriously).
So here's my question: "What motivates you every morning to get out of bed and live?"
there is no wrong answer here. I'm just curious to know what it is that drives you. I appreciate your comments mahalo! |
posted by DarrenGene @ 8:47 PM  |
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| Tuesday, February 13, 2007 |
| The last of a dying breed |
yep. you heard it here first. I am the last of a dying breed on the island. I am what remains of what was a pretty dominant ethnic group called... the Chinese.
So i was reading an article today in the honolulu advertiser about chinese parents seeking to make a connection to their lost host culture by sending their kids to chinese school on sunday mornings:
"I've been so Americanized," said Au, a third-generation Chinese-American. "When I was young, I just wanted to be 'local.' ... I realized everyone from Hawai'i had an ancestry that should be explored. Then my children came along, and I didn't want them to lose that link."
At work at first with the co-workers:
Pua: hey darren, i hope you don't mind me asking. What ethnicity are you?
Me: Chinese
Pua: Chinese and...
Me: Just the one.
Pua: No way! Can you speak Chinese?
Me: yeah a little bit
Pua: ho brah! you're the first guy i've met that can
Me: What about you? I'm going to take a guess... Portugese?
Pua: yes... along with some german, english, chinese, filipino, and japanese, and a little mongolian.
Me: dayum!
Pua: Fan kae!
Me: funky?
Pua: no! tomato!
Me: nice you got the chinese on lock down too.
and as i went to pick up some chinese grinds at the local chinese bakery to pick up some dumplings they were all up over the place but nowhere on the menu. Turns out that dumplings aren't called dumplings around these parts, but officially known as "pot stickers" cause that's what they do. JUN HUY HO KAY GWAI!
so i figure if social work doesn't work out, im going to rent a space in chinatown, slap on my chinese accent and sell my cultural services to the locals as either an ancient chinese herbalist or a fortune teller, i have yet to choose. I was initially thinking of being a Kungfu sifu but that's a little bit harder to fake. Well... there's always tai chi |
| posted by DarrenGene @ 5:57 AM |
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| Sunday, February 11, 2007 |
| I Freaking hate turkey by Darren G |
Are you unhappy? you better stop with the grumble!
You Mumble, Nerves starting to crumble
I just fed your unhumble hole
all the turkey they'd let thru border patrol
And yet you have the audacity to talk back
Girl next to me thought she heard you cry thru my ass crack
(Who me, miss? You're mixing fiction up with fact
But I'll give you a heads up when gas exits the digestive tract)
Look at what you're making me do
See what you're putting me through?
Arrrrrgggghhhhh!
Remind to rewind never to eat a turkey wrap before going to the library.
The end |
| posted by DarrenGene @ 8:45 PM |
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| Thursday, February 08, 2007 |
| I am no fan of Tryptophan by Darren G |
ok so just got back from a spoken word/poetry workshop an am now inspired to drop some vomit on your eyes: Try to hold back the upchuck:
Sound of the fan clickety clack an arms length from the head lulls me to deep slumber/
my lower lumber aches like a birthday piniata from the macaroni slouch/
my body becomes the couch, fingers and limbs intertwine with the coffee fabric/
I am now a maverick surfing thru infinte dreamscape I cannot wake as the itis pulls me under/
was it my blunder? The work steady piling, left to the last nanosecond/
anticipation of finished product, tension released i reckon/
a cool river on my face dripping down melon cheek onto cotton collar/
awakened the green neon of 8:58 pulse hollars and pulls my eyes from the socket/
stop it gain control and transform my thoughts from aerosol to something solid/
solid to grasp, solid to last, in my the sieve that is my memory/
i verse a curse, a four letter shut your mouth/
and remind to rewind never to eat a turkey sandwich before getting to work./ |
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