Chaplin’s memoir begins with her confession that she was no longer love her husband of thirteen years. After leaving him, she traveled to Dublin and fell in love with an Irish man who called her “girl” and “chick,” told her to lick his balls, and came on her back while she was sleeping. The diary entries are filled with intimate details ranging from sex, depression, schizophrenia, to incest. It’s an honest, brutal read, but could be edited down to about two hundred pages.
Hôm nay có hẹn. Chưa bao giờ tôi cảm thấy phấn khởi với những cuộc hẹn. Tôi mong từng phút từng giây để đi đến cuộc hẹn. Đúng vậy, tôi cần có cuộc hẹn như cần phép chữa bệnh. Tôi bị nghiện không thuốc chữa nhưng cũng không khó trị. Chỉ cần xin được hẹn.
Nếu nghĩ ra sớm với những cuộc hẹn thì đời đã tốt đẹp hơn nhiều. Nhưng có cách giải quyết thì tốt lắm rồi. Hy vọng đây là phương pháp vẹn toàn để đem đến cuộc sống lành mạnh. Ta vui trời đất cũng vui. Cám ơn những cuộc hẹn sôi động. Cám ơn người cho tôi những cuộc hẹn giá trị. Tôi đội ơn người rất nhiều. Hẹn gặp trong cuộc hẹn.
Right before midnight yesterday, I whipped out my credit card and purchased a web license of Exchange, designed by Tobias Frere-Jones. I have always wanted to feature Exchange in Vietnamese Typography and yesterday was a good time to buy for a good cause. Frere-Jones will donate 100% of net license sales to RAICES to help bring families together.
As I was reading P. D. Eastman’s Are You My Mother? to my two-year-old son for the hundredth time, I kept thinking about those kids who are separated from their mothers. I could barely get through this part:
“Oh, you are not my mother,” said the baby bird. “You are a Snort. I have to get out of here!”
But the baby bird could not get away. The Snort went up.
It went way, way up. And up, up, up went the baby bird.
But now, where was the Snort going?
“Oh, oh, oh! What is this Snort going to do to me? Get me out of here!”
Just replace Snort with ICE and this is what happening in America. The world will never forget how the forty-fifth president and Republicans are mistreating children. They are taking away the kids’ parents.
My buddy and former colleague Tim Brown has written a book titled Flexible Typesetting for A Book Apart. I learned so much about typography from Tim when we worked together at Vassar and I can’t wait to get my hands on his new book. If you want to learn about web typography, you must pick up this book as well. Preorder today and A Book Apart will donate 25% of all profits to RAICES to help reunite detained immigrant parents and children.
Fourteen years ago, I took my little niece to see The Incredibles. I loved the story, but she seemed a little bored. Yesterday, I took my two older sons to see The Incredibles 2 in XD. They laughed the whole way through. They loved the actions as well as Jack-Jack. As for the story, The Incredibles 2 is all about feminism and power. Dad stays home to watch the kids while mom goes out to save the world. Mrs. Incredible has it all: the neatness her husband lacked, three fantastic kids, elastic power, and a Kardashian booty.
While I am fortunate to be able to spend a Father’s Day with my boys, it breaks my heart to think about those kids can’t be with their father on this day because of the cruel immigration policy in the U.S. What’s happened to one of the most kind, passionate countries in the world?
We spent the weekend in Lancaster with my mom, sisters, and relatives. We had Korean BBQ and just relaxed. We celebrated my mom’s eighty-first birthday. Although she has trouble walking, she has not stopped spending time in the kitchen. She made some banging cháo lòng. I had three bowls for dinner and one leftover for breakfast. It is alway nice being around family members. Food and drink help tremendously bringing us together.
I caught a glimpse here and there of the World Cup. Being a father, I no longer have the luxury of drinking a beer or two and watch a game straight through. Muchas gracias to Telemundo Deportes for the free live stream. I also used Football Full Match to watch some replays. I am hoping to get to watch more in the next few weeks.
Life is busy, but good. I still love my kids even though they drive me nuts and make me exhausted. Summer is already here. I hope to get some calm, peaceful time before the forth boy comes out and rocks the universe.
“Coco” is also a definitive movie for this moment: an image of all the things that we aren’t, an exploration of values that feel increasingly difficult to practice in the actual world. It’s a story of a multigenerational matriarchy, rooted in the past—whereas real life, these days, feels like an atemporal, structureless nightmare ruled by men. It’s about lineage and continuity at a time when each morning makes me feel like my brain is being wiped and battered by new flashes of cruelty, as though history is being forgotten and only the worst parts rewritten. It feels like myth or science fiction to imagine that our great-great-grandchildren will remember us. If we continue to treat our resources the way we are treating them currently, those kids—if they exist at all—will live in a world that is ravaged, punishing, artificial, and hard.
Read the article, especially the second half, at The New Yorker.
What people don’t realize about blogs is that they are never a complete story. They are incomplete and by nature more mysterious, more episodic, and thus more interesting. Blogs are meant not to leave you with everything. The whole idea is to think to deliberate, and to come back again and again, to finish what was started a long time ago. But there is no end, just a pause, for a voice to start, talking again. I think somewhere along the line I forgot what it is to blog.
Here’s a provisional thought (all thoughts on a blog are provisional) — to read a good blog is to watch a writer get a little bit better, day after day, at writing the truth.
The numbers of teenagers reporting “feelings of sadness or hopelessness,” suicidal thoughts, and days absent from school out of fear of violence or bullying have all risen since 2007. The increases were particularly pointed among lesbian, gay and bisexual high school students.
Nationally, 1 in 5 students reported being bullied at school; 1 in 10 female students and 1 in 28 male students reported having been physically forced to have sex.
Read more about the disturbing rise of depression and suicidal thoughts from teenagers.