After winning big victories last night, Hillary Clinton entertained her supports with references of hip-hop lyrics: “Whoever’s out of hand, I’ma give ’em handles / Light ’em up, blow ’em out like candles.” She used Jay-Z’s line, “I got 99 problems, being a bitch ain’t one, hit me.”

Clinton then thanked Bernie Sanders for his incredible campaign. She urged him to fight to the end to keep her from being bored and forgotten in the next few months. She will keep him entertained, but her next move is focusing on her Vice President.

Clinton told her supports that her running mate has to help her galvanize young voters and take on Wall Street. She said, “No other candidate can champion those two issues better than the senior U.S. Senator from Massachusetts Elizabeth Ann Warren.” The crowd went wild chanting: “Woman Power.”

Every night before going to sleep, the boys wants to do bedtime stories. Đạo (my soon-to-be-seven-year-old son) usually tells us what he did in school or in his Minecraft world. For me, I just pick out recent family trips to remind them the good times. My four-year-old Đán sticks to his dinosaur stories, but the details just seem to get darker and darker each time. For instance, his story last night went something like this:

Once upon a time, there’s a T-Rex and a Brachiosaurus. They got into a fight. The T-Rex bit the Brachiosaurus’s neck. Blood spilled everywhere. The Brachiosaurus was eaten by the T-Rex.

He went on to provide more graphical details, but I couldn’t remember all of dinosaur names he was dropping. Suddenly, he switched:

There were two eggs. They hatched into baby dinosaurs. The babies were hungry so they fought each other. One killed the other. But then both got stomped by a Giganotosaurus.

For a four-year-old, Đán has an impressive dinosaur vocabulary, and yet I haven’t been able to get him to recognize the alphabet letters beyond A, O, and X. His expressive storytelling is also intriguing, but I am not sure if it is a gift or a curse.

Chiều hôm qua đến đón thằng Đán thì có một bé gái Mỹ trắng chạy đến rỉ tai tôi nói, “Cho cháu đến nhà bác chơi được không?” Tôi đáp, “Cũng được nếu như cha mẹ cháu cho phép.” Bé hớn hở nói tiếp, “Đán nói với cháu là nhà bác có Barbie nên rủ cháu đến chơi.” Tôi cười đáp, “Nhà bác không có Barbie chỉ có dinosaurs thôi.” Thì ra thằng con bịa chuyện dụ gái về nhà. Bó tay!

Based on their own use cases, whether in a crisis situation or an unfortunate scenario, Eric Meyer and Sara Wachter-Boettcher provide a foundation for making compassionate and inclusive designs. Design for Real Life challenges designers to approach the less-than-ideal users first in their process to ensure that the experience is not only satisfying, but also not causing any harm. Read it and apply kindness to your UX.

If elected, President Donald Trump promises to make America white again. Here are his steps:

1. Deport 11 million Mexicans.
2. Get rid of all the Muslims.
3. Punch Black people in the face if they protest. Same goes for Black Lives Matter.
4. Throw Asians out if they don’t shut up.
5. Appoint David Duke to serve as White House Chief of Staff.
6. Change White House to White Supremacy House.

“I believe the children are our future / Teach them well and let them lead the way.” Whitney Houston sang these lines, but Dr. Doris Elizabeth Cross lived them. Through the Upward Bound program she led, Dr. Cross gave poor kids like myself a chance to experience college life and she made sure that we were prepared for higher learning. I was too young to understand equal opportunity and education; therefore, I am forever grateful that she was there to lead the way. May her soul rest in peace!

Nhạc phẩm mới được nhạc sĩ Võ Tá Hân phổ theo theo thơ Cao Nguyên. “Tuyết Rơi” được ca sĩ Diệu Hiền trình bài.

Yesterday evening, Đạo and I had a short conversation on death. He asked, “Daddy, why does everyone die?” I replied, “Well, it’s the cycle of life. You live and you die when you get old.” He went on, “I am going to miss you when you die.” I saw some redness in his eyes. I gave him a hug and said, “That’s why we need to spend as much time together as we can so when I die you won’t miss me so much.” He interrupted, “I have a picture of you.” I smiled, “Yes, and memories of me.” He continued, “But mommy will die first because she is older.” I replied, “Well, I don’t know about that. She is way healthier than me.”

Amanda Petrusich:

Good art often takes time to make, and it often takes time to understand, too. It doesn’t feel unreasonable to suggest that perhaps the very first thing a person should do when faced with some nascent creation is not frantically and qualitatively assess its value.

She has a good point. In the contrary, I find that I don’t pay much attention to album like I used to do when I was writing reviews. Listening to music has become more passive for me.

Immediately after the debate in Miami, Hillary Clinton told her chief of staff that she was irritated with the same questions over and over again. She said, “Enough with the fucking emails. Enough with the fucking transcripts.” She went on, “I have been fighting my ass off in politics for more than 25 years and they don’t fucking trust me?” She continued, “Why don’t they go run for something, then?”