As I was putting my little Dan to bed, my thoughts were with the family of the victims in today’s shooting. What if the tragic event happened to one of my kids? It sounds crazy, but it could happen if we don’t do anything to stop the violence. Gun-related mass murdering had been on the rise and it occurred in places that we might have never expected. Even elementary school was the target, where else could our children be safe?

As parents, politicians and the entire nation, we need to do something. We need to take the guns away from the lunatics. My condolences go out to the victims’ family and friends. Mr. President, please help us.

So I made it through the first semester of my graduate program in graphic design. I took two classes. One is a graduate seminar, which is a one-credit course. The other is advanced typography, which is a four-credit course. The tuition benefit only allows me six credits max each semester. If I am going at this rate, it will take me at least four and a half years to complete. Man, that’s even worse than going through a four-year college.

The seminar class was manageable. I am glad that we ditched the textbook and worked on a real project. The killer one for me was advanced typography. The professor’s style of teaching was very tough. In each class we put up our work on the board for critique. He pushed so hard that some of my classmates were in tears. I spent hours working on a design and he spent 30 seconds ripping it apart. Although I understood his intention all along, it was very hard to deal with. Then again, if I could make it through his class, I could make through any other classes.

In retrospect, I picked the worse time to start school. In addition to holding a full-time job, I have two small children. Little Dan was not even one yet when I started. Then my father-in-law’s situation. About more than half way through the semester I was about to throw in the towel. Many nights I barely slept and the pressure drove me into depression. I am glad that my wife didn’t let me give up. She encouraged me to get through. At the end, I met some great design friends and I am also happy to be in school again.

The Economist Group points out why “magazines make the move to responsive websites:”

Many of the publishers pointed out that responsive design doesn’t just make a better reading experience for consumers, it also streamlines editorial workflow on the back end. Instead of an editor having to push out content on multiple platforms, often requiring different types of coding and content management systems, editors can “publish once, update everywhere”. With diminishing resources at most magazines, this back-end efficiency is particularly appealing.

I recognized the move back in May 2011 when I realigned GWbusiness to be responsive.

Mỗi lần nhìn thấy mặt con nổi đỏ trầy trụa ba đau xót vô cùng. Thảm thương hơn là thấy con vẫn cười. Có ngứa và đau lắm không con? Đêm đến thấy con đưa tay lên gãi ba cố nắm lấy tay con để con khỏi phải gãi chóc da nhưng con không thích lắm.

Dạo này con cũng hay thức giấc rồi khóc to. Những lúc ba chỉ vuốt nhẹ lên lưng con để con ngủ trở lại. Có lúc ba để con khóc một hồi rồi ngủ trở lại. Đêm qua con không mãi không thôi. Ba la một tiếng “nín” thì con lại nín. Một lúc sao con lại khóc tiếp ba lại la thêm tiếng nữa thì con cũng nín. Bây giờ mỗi khi ru con ba cũng để tự con ngũ. Con nhào qua lộn lại cho đến khi lắng xuống rồi thiếp đi. Ba chỉ đỡ khi nào con xắp đập đầu vào tường.

Bây giờ con chập chuẩn đi. Trông tướng con rất dể thương. Giờ đây con cũng đã bớt bỏ đồ vào miệng. Con đã biết tự chơi một mình. Con biết cách đẩy xe chạy tự nhặt lên những gì con thích. Thấy con phát chuyển tốt và khoẻ ba vui mừng lắm. Mỗi ngày ba tự cười thằm và vui vẻ về hai thằng con trai của ba.

Cái cảm giác làm cha thật khó tả. Mỗi một suy nghỉ của ba điều liên quan đến hai con. Có những lúc ba thật mệt mỏi và muốn được yên tỉnh một mình. Nhưng rồi những thứ ba làm ba điều đắng đo rằng nếu ba làm những việc ấy mà phải không có thời gian với hai con, ba có nên làm không? Dỉ nhiên là không. Tiền thì chẳng bao giờ kiếm cho đủ còn tụi con thì mỗi ngày mổi lớn. Thời gian không bao giờ dừng lại. Mới ngày nào Đạo còn nhỏ xíu mà bây giờ đã có cá tính riêng. Mới ngày nào ôm Đán trọn trong tay mà bây giờ đeo con một chút là bị đao lưng đao cổ.

Anyways, I love you guys.

Even though Vicious Lies and Dangerous Rumors is a Big Boi’s solo album, “Apple of My Eye” is the only solo track. The rest are collaborative efforts from guest appearances includes T.I., Ludacris, Kelly Rowland and a handful of lesser-known artists. While the production is tight, the format is way too lose. Even his rhymes appear to be free form and aiming for punchlines, “I rub my stick on your chick like a violin,” rather than thought-out lyrics. With the exception of T.I., the guests aren’t up to his swag. Nevertheless Big Boi seems to make an experimental project rather than a solid work.

I cringe every time I see an article with a headline like this: “WordPress or MODX? The Winner Is…” Obviously fans of both camp would show up in the comment section and start a war. Let’s just stop it. Since both are open source, why not embrace both? It doesn’t cost you a dime.

Both WordPress and MODX are my favorite platforms at the moment. I use both for my full-time job as well as my freelance gigs. Rather than picking one over the other, why not use the one that is appropriate for your project?

I love the speed of WordPress. I could have a WordPress site up and running in ten minutes and I could also quickly create a custom design based off a starter theme. That’s the strength of WordPress.

On the other hand, MODX gives me complete control of my markup. I can create a site exactly the way I had imagined without the need of a starter theme. Obviously the process takes much longer, but the result is worth every minute of my time.

As someone who offers full web service (from design to front-end development to back-end development), I can give my clients the options. MODX would be more expensive because it takes more work. Then again, it also depends on the scope of the project. So for me, the winner is both.

Whenever Dao plays with his model trains, he has to have five cars as a set. I didn’t really get it until the other day when he asked me to set up my train to play with him. I just put together a bunch of trains, but he said, “No daddy, you have to the main engine first [Thomas, Percy, James etc.], then tender second, then freight car, then two cabooses.” My son is now officially a connoisseur of train. Here is their early Christmas present.

We were at a model train show and Dao spotted a small table with small trains. He told me, “Daddy, that’s a very small, tiny, little engine.” Even the man behind the booth was surprised how small Dao had described his trains.

While stuck at the red light I said, “Come on, I want to go home.” Dao followed up, “Please green light, we want to go home.”

At another stop light he spotted a man crossing the street and asked me, “Daddy, why is he walking home?” I reply, “He’s walking because he doesn’t have a car.” He went on, “Why doesn’t he have a car?” I said, “Because he doesn’t have money to buy a car.” I wanted to give him the value of money so I went on, “Like when you want to buy a toy, you have to have money. Do you know where the money come from?” He responded, “From the piggy bank.” I was like, “No, no. You have to work to earn money.”

As for out lil Dan, he has been mumbling quite a bit lately. He baby-talks all the time and has started to repeat what we say. Like when we say his name, he would say it back but not quite correct yet. He also knows the word “đèn” (light). Every time I say the word “đèn,” he would repeat it and look up to the lights. We’re predicting that he’ll probably talk more than his older brother since he already started early.

If one thing I learned from my professor in my Advanced Typography class, it has to be widow. Every time he saw a widow in our paragraph, he would cross it out with his black pen. While widow is easier to control on a printed page, it is much harder to do on the web because you do not have control of how your texts would be filled into the visitor’s device. I have looked at many of my favorite sites and I see widows everywhere.

Out of curiosity, I tweeted my boy Tim Brown to see if he has any suggestion and he pointed me to the Widow Tamer. I actually heard of it in the past, but was not interested simply because it requires JavaScript. My practice has always been to avoid using JavaScript as much as possible unless I absolutely have to. I looked into CSS solution, but it is not being widely supported yet. So I had a bit of a dilemma. Should I have widows and no js or should a have a bit of js and no more widow. I went with the latter for now simply because I want to avoid widow. The js file is actually fairly tiny so it doesn’t do much harm to the overall performance. Maybe I can replace it with CSS in the future.

Ngoài trời vẫn ưu ám. Tin thần vẫn ảm đạm. Nhưng trong lòng thì nhè nhàng. Lớp học tạm xong. Chỉ đợi đến thứ Tư nộp project cuối cùng. Đang nhờ bả xã làm thủ công dùm. Tôi thiết kế thì khá đẹp mà hế đụng đến cắt, dán hoặc làm production là không thể được. Nên tôi vẫn thích làm web hơn graphic design nhiều. Có làm graphic đi nữa thì chỉ thiết kế thôi còn phần production thì ai muốn làm gì thì làm.

Từ ngày ăn cari dê bệnh liên miên cho đến hôm nay. Không biết bị trúng thực hay trúng gió hay trúng cafe. Cũng sáng hôm đó được cái free drink của Starbucks. Vào order ly cối coffee frappaccino. Vậy thôi còn tham lam nên chơi thêm 3 shots expresso. Uống xong tinh thần như đang lên mây. Đã vậy thôi trưa còn thèm hủ tiếu mì cari dê ở La Cây Chợ Lớn. Có cari dê mà không có bia thì hơi thiếu thốn nên chơi thêm một chai bia Corrona lạnh. Ăn uống no nê thì có cảm giác như xuống địa ngục. Ngồi trong văn phòng mà ngủ gục nên đi bộ cho dê nó xuống. Đi bộ trời gió lại không chịu mặt áo ấm.

Có lẻ là ba thứ dồn vào nên mấy hôm nay bịnh gần chết. Nhờ vợ cạo gió cho ăn cháo trắng nên hôm nay mới khá lại được. Có lẻ bệnh nên tin thần khủng quảng nên viết ra tùm lum tùm la. Có cái blog là vậy đó. Nhiều lúc trúc hết tâm sự rồi mới thấy rằng có nên viết tất cả những gì trong đầu không? Bây giờ không còn comment nửa nên có cảm giác như là một mình viết một mình đọc. Cho nên muốn nhảm bao nhiêu thì nhảm chẳng ai để ý. Vả lại tôi viết tiếng Việt ngoài tôi ra còn ai mà hiểu được nửa?