Our paper, “Hybrid App Approach: Could It Mark the End of Native App Domination?,” has been published. Dr. Minh Q. Huỳnh and I will be presenting it at the InSITE 2017 conference in Vietnam. Mad props to Dr. Huỳnh and Prashant Ghimire for their research and hard work. I only contributed a small portion, but managed to include responsive screenshots of the Scalia Law website. I am looking forward to attending the conference and revisiting my birthplace.
The clownish veneer of Trumpism conceals its true danger. Trump’s way of lying is not a joke; it is a strategy, a way of clouding our capacity to think, to live in a realm of truth. It is said that each epoch dreams the one to follow. The task now is not merely to recognize this Presidency for the emergency it is, and to resist its assault on the principles of reality and the values of liberal democracy, but to devise a future, to debate, to hear one another, to organize, to preserve and revive precious things.
Deactivated Facebook and spent my birthday with my little family. Not that I don’t appreciate seeing birthday wishes on my timeline, I just don’t want people to feel obligated to say something.
Birthday is not a big deal. It just gives me a sense of how long I have on this earth. 30 some more years if some terminal illnesses, like cancer, won’t interrupt my life. I still have plenty of time, but I never know.
Birthday also makes me realize how short life is. I already lived half of my life. Just the thought of leaving this life gives me a pause. I already begin to imagine what will happen when I reach 70. How will I live my life knowing that I could be gone any moment? I am hopeful that by that time I could just say fuck it. I will be ready to go when it is my time to go. Right now I just don’t have that confident.
This morning I dropped Xuân off at the daycare a bit early then headed to the Mason library to pick up a few books. I needed something to read while waiting for a court hearing for a red light violation. I made a right turn on red and was caught on camera. I determined to fight back because I did not do anything wrong. I was allowed to turn on red.
I arrived at the courtroom at 9 AM and started to read. At 9:30 AM, a police made an announcement and told us to turn off our cellphone. There were about 100 people in the courtroom. I knew it would take a while until my turn; therefore, I just sat back and read. I didn’t want to listen to anyone else’s business, but then a police asked me if what I was reading related to my case. If not, I had to put it away. What the fuck? I couldn’t even read? When I told my wife that she said why didn’t I challenge him for my rights. Challenging a cop? Was she kidding me? Two reasons I didn’t want to challenge the cop. I didn’t want to get dragged the fuck out of the courtroom or worse getting fucking shot in the courtroom. I don’t fuck with the cops. I could not use my cellphone and I could not read so I picked up my notepad and a pen to write this blog. If he was to approach me again, I would have said yes I was writing about my goddamn case.
Two hours went by and about a third of the courtroom had emptied, it came our turn—those of us who violated the red light. An elderly woman was called first. She pleaded not guilty. The judge ordered to turn on the video. She slowed down, but did not come to a complete stop. It was the same location that I was caught. The judged found her guilty. She shot back about how the language on the citation accused her being disrespected to the law. The cop came up and escorted her out. Five more people found guilty after the tape was rolled. At that point I knew I had no chance so I pleaded no contest. The judged asked me, “You don’t want to see the video?” I replied, “No, your honor. I think I have seen enough.” She laughed and issued me a ticket.
I should have paid the damn fine and not wasted my two hours sitting in court. I honestly did not know that I have to come to a complete stop on the red light before making a turn. Like Biggie said, “If you don’t know now you know. Nigga!” A fucking lesson learned.
Taking care of three young boys while working full time is a huge challenge. It would be impossible without the support from my wife, mother-in-law, and supervisor.
I am fortunate to have such an understanding boss. She has been very flexible with my schedule as long as I do my job. In the past five years, she has not once complained about my time off to take care of my kids. They get sick quite often.
My mother-in-law has been a tremendous asset. She has lent a hand for the six boys since the day they were born. Three of them are our kids. Alhtoumgh all six of them are attached her, only Đán would sleep by her side at night. I can’t appreciate her help enough.
Obviously my wife plays a huge part in this. With three boys, she could stay home, but she chooses to continue her career. Her job is too good to give up and I am glad that she can continue to work and while take care of the kids. She has the flexibility of working part-time until she is ready to return full-time, but she is in no rush to do so. Work can give her a break from the kids.
For me, I had to adjust to my work-life balance a bit. I rarely learn new technologies nowadays. I give up my freelance gig.I get exhausted after the kids go to bed. I try to continue to do my favorite things like blogging and reading to keep me sane. I love my kids, but I also need some space for myself. I am not the best dad. I also don’t want to be a miserable dad. I can’t run around and do things with the kids all day. I am glad that we have more than one kids. They play with each other while I sit back and absorb. I only get involve when they fight or join in when I find something interesting. I can’t pretend to play something that I have no interest in. I had earned the title of the worse dad in the world, but I am being honest.
Raising kids has also taken priority over our marriage. We are too busy with the kids that we hardly do things for ourselves. The positive outcome of that is that we hardly fight. If we get into an argument, Đạo and Đán would say, “Here they go again.” On the contrary, we had not slept in the same bed for eight years. It feels kind of lonely sometimes after the kids had fallen as sleep. As the season changes, I wake up with a bit of sadness sometimes. I know that we had not loved each other any less, but I still feel distanced. With work, the kids, and cooking, she is always tired; therefore, I try to give her the space. I know she loves me and tries to be there for me, but it is an extra burden on her part. I feel bad and ashamed.
I used to drink to beat the blue. A couple of ice-cold Don Julio shots would knock out my insomnia, but gout has ended that remedy. I could go back to drinking and taking medication to control my gout, but that would put my liver at tremendous risk. Then again, what’s the point of living an unsatisfied life?
Since I can no longer rely on alcohol, I turn to this blog to express my feelings. I write them down so I don’t have to carry them around in my head. I’ll get through it. I have learned that marriage is more of what you give or give up than get. I have no choice.
Pocket pussy? Really? I didn’t know it was a thing until I watched Kevin Hart’s record-breaking sold-out performance in Philadelphia. Although his materials aren’t sophisticated or thoughtful, his delivery is entertaining.
A heart-rending collection of essays, part spiritual narrative, part memoir. Chaplain Kerry Egan reveals deeply personal accounts from her dying patients as well as her own. From shame to secret, love to regret, anger to humor, On Living is as touching as it is uplifting. I love every word.
Dù giận dù hờn, dù chửi dù mắng, dù đúng dù sai, dù gì đi nữa chúng ta cũng mang cùng một dòng máu. Nên tha thứ và đùm bọc lẫn nhau.
Càng già tôi càng quý trọng tình cảm gia đình. Kiếp này có duyên có phận mới trở thành cha mẹ con cái và anh chị em một nhà. Nên không có gì quý báo hơn là sự kính trọng và thương yêu dành cho nhau. Đã là ruột thịt thì không thể nào ghét bỏ nhau được. Thôi thì mỗi người nhường một bước để sống hoà đồng.
Giờ tôi đã thấu hiểu được lời nhắn nhũ của Trịnh Công Sơn: “Sống trong đời sống cần có một tấm lòng / Để làm gì em biết không? Để gió cuốn đi, Để gió cuốn đi.” Nếu có một tấm lòng thì nên tha thứ cho nhau và để gió cuốn đi hết những điều chia rẽ chúng ta. Tôi rất mong muốn chúng ta có thể làm được như thế.
Whether talking about his Filipino mother, doting parenting approach, or witnessing a birth of a child, Koy keeps his materials on the lighter side. It’s more entertaining than making you think. I haven’t seem his previous works, but the race jokes might get worn out if he keeps repeating them.
A thorough guide to make mobile experiences fast and secure. With many useful tips and experiences, Firtman’s book is a good reference for developing progressive web apps.