Although I had enough of Kanye West’s Auto-Tune singing, I haven’t had enough of his beats on 808s and Heartbreak. Kanye is not only a talented producer, but also a very imaginative one. His productions are inventive and futuristic. As I am listening to the record, I can’t help but imagining what if he had handed these beats over to Bjork who is a pretty space-out chick. The collaboration would have been fantastic. I can’t wait to hear someone put out a mashup between Kanye West and Bjork.

I haven’t been following politic closely lately, but I have heard of the recent controversy between New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson and the Asian community on the case of Dr. Wen Ho Lee. If you don’t think Governor Richardson should be a part of Obama’s Cabinet, go and sign the petition. I did.

An amusing and witty ad from Adidas.

Sniffing glue to get high among kids in Viet Nam is on the rise. One girl said, “the cheap glue could produce feelings of euphoria and was less costly than other drugs.” Holy smoke.

No surprise after all. The question keeps popping up from our family members and friends. Since this is our first baby, we figure we need the time to prepare. We went ahead and found out the baby gender today even though Dana and I saw the little boy in our dream.

It didn’t take the ultrasound technician very long to figure out the baby’s gender. His thing was displayed prominently. She even said, “He is showing off.” What can I say? That’s my boy. The kid is doing good weighting in at 10oz.

I was kind of worried because if you look at my wife, you wouldn’t know that she’s pregnant. Even her dad complaint that I better feed her right. He actually believed that all she is eating is instinct noodle. I wouldn’t blame him. I feel the same way when looking at her. Now this is what I call pregnant.

Over Thanksgiving weekend, my cousin who is raising a beautiful boy shared with us some of the challenges she didn’t know about and no one told her until she had the kid. They sounded very daunting, especially in the first few weeks. I was there when Samantha was born, but I didn’t hold her until she was months old. I didn’t want to break her neck. I can’t even begin to imagine giving my boy a bath in the first few weeks. I am going to need all the mercy I can get.

Due to traffic, our ride from Virginia to New Jersey took almost eight hours last night. I am not complaining though. I had my coffee to keep me awake. I had my jazz to calm my nerve. Best of all, I had a wonderful lady by my side to keep me warm. Glad to be home for Thanksgiving (or more like family gathering). Please take the time to be with your love ones. Like Lam Phuong once wrote: “Cách xa mặt nhau chỉ làm ngày tháng hư hao / Tuổi xuân là bao chẳng đợi thời gian vụt tới / Rồi mai đây trăng tà soi bóng ngó quanh lại còn ai.”

13 Creative showcases Jenn White Topliff’s elegant works.
The Lippincott is simply gorgeous.

The interactive site for Volkswagen Fox features an amazing navigational concept. Must visit.

A worldwide rendition of Ben E. King’s classic.

Getting your car service these days is even worst than visiting your doctor for a check up. A simple oil change at Radley Acura cost forty-eight dollars and two and a half hours of waiting time. Worse is the list of recommendations that runs up $1,500. Of course, I have to say thank but no thank to the list of recommendations. My car runs just fine. Just give me the fucking oil change.