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Rhymastic

Việt Rap

Cuối tuần vừa rồi trong lúc sửa nhà tôi mở YouTube lên và tình cờ nghe được những bài battle rap tiếng Việt. Không ngờ những năm gần đây, hip-hop ở Việt Nam khá tiến bộ. Những thanh niên trẻ bây giờ hấp thụ rất nhanh. Rhyme thì cũng được. Flow thì chuẩn. Chửi cũng nặng. Storytelling thì cần khai thác thêm.

Rhymastic là một rapper có triển vọng. Rất thích vọng Bắc và flow, nhất là những bài diss của em. Dường như Rhymastic đang hướng theo chiều nhạc dance pop. Tôi thì không theo dổi thị thường nhạc Việt nhiều nữa nhưng cũng sẽ bỏ chút thời gian để xem tình hình Rap Việt. Mấy hôm trước nghe được bài “Quăng tao cái boong” của Huỳnh James và Pjnboys thấy cũng vui vui. Bài vũ đạo này xem cũng rất khá lắm.

Hy vọng sẽ thấy sự phát triển của Việt ráp ngày càng mạnh thêm. Cố gắng lên nhé các em. (Gọi là em là vì thế hệ tôi đã quá old school rồi.) Swag và delivery của các em quá tốt rồi. Giờ thì tập trung vào phần storytelling và lyricism nhé.

Hôm Qua

Sáng qua đi khám bác sĩ cái gì cũng tốt chỉ có cân hơi bị nặng. Năm ngoái khi đi khám vì bị gout nên ăn uống kỹ lưỡng còn năm nay thì ăn xả láng. Tệ hơn nữa là bỏ luôn đi bộ và chạy bộ. Tháng nay Dunkin’ Donuts cho nhân viên và học sinh trường Mason ăn donut miễn phí khi mua một ly cà phê nên ngày nào cũng lấy một cái. Cái miệng hại cái bầu.

Chiều hôm qua đi làm về nhà lại bị cảnh sát phạt về tội nói chuyên điện thoại dùng earbuds. Cứ tưởng rằng không dùng tay thì dùng earbuds nhưng luật lệ thì chỉ cho dùng một bên thôi. Sau mà lắm luật thế? Tội thứ nhì là xe đã bị quá hạng inspection. Tuần vừa rồi mới bị phạt về vụ đèn đỏ. Năm nay mới tháng Tư mà đã phải đi hầu tòa ba lần. Chắc phải bỏ láy xe cho xong.

Tối hôm qua trước khi đi ngủ thằng Đán lại bảo không muốn là con trai nữa. Hỏi nó tại sao thì nó bảo không muốn có hòn dáy ở dưới cu. Vậy tôi hỏi nó thích làm gì nó nói rằng làm người máy. Làm người máy làm sao ăn được những món ăn ngon thì nó bảo nó muốn làm ma để khỏi bận đồ. Tôi bảo con không muốn mặc đò thì ở trần truồng có sao đâu. Đến đó thì nó lăn ra ngủ.

Cái thằng con này nhiều chuyện lắm. Trước khi đi ngủ còn bảo tôi chơi trò khủng bố chiến tranh với Mỹ. Tôi là Mỹ nó là khủng bố. Hai tuần trước trong lúc nó đi cầu nó hỏi tôi toilet có phải toy không. Tại sao lại có chữ toy trong đó. Thằng này học thì không tập trung còn cãi thì không thua ai. Hôm nọ đòi ăn mì nên mẹ nó lấy mì gói nấu với nước soup. Nó húp hết nước rồi bảo rằng mì không tốt cho sức khoẻ nên không ăn. Cái thằng này tương lai sẽ điên đầu với nó.

Progressive Web Apps

I have turned this blog into a Progressive Web App using this handy checklist as a reference. To pass the Lighthouse test, this site met the following requirements:

  • HTTPS
  • Responsive
  • Service Worker
  • Web App Manifest

This blog scores 99/100 on Lighthouse test. I also turned ON Designs, Professional Web Typography, and Vietnamese Typography. They all scored 100/100.

The Case for Hybrid App

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.

One Hundred Days of Trump

David Remnick:

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.

Must-read.

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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.

Disrespect Red

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.

Life and Work

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.

Kevin Hart: What Now?

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.

Kerry Egan: On Living

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.