I resigned my position with the George Washington Univeristy School of Business effective October 5, 2011. I have been with GWSB for almost four years. The job has been an eye-opening experience for me. I have learned a great deal and met many talented individuals. I took on more roles than being a web developer, like videographer, graphic designer, social media administrator and online marketing strategist. I also started classes this fall to pursue a degree in master of science in information systems technology.

When the new opportunity came knocking, however, I simply could’t pass it on even though I have to drop out of the program and classes. I might revisit that path later, but the new job will further my career development. For me, nothing is better than learning on the job and getting the hand-on experience. I’ll talk about my new exciting direction in the next post.

As for GW, I will definitely miss the people I have met and worked with not only within the School of Business, but also the entire University.

I think about you the day that we knew you will be coming, but you have been on my mind a lot as the days are getting closer. Your brother, your mother and I are very eager to welcome you into this world and our family. Your mom has been telling me that you have been very well behaved. I am glad to hear.

Your grandpa has given us some names for you, but I not settled on any yet. Do you know what you want to be named? Please make up your mind and let me know before you arrived. I am just kidding. Just kick back and relax while you can. Enjoy being in your own little word because that will change completely in another 90 days or so. But don’t you worried. We will be there for you every step of the way and that is my promise to you.

I love you very much. Be good to your mother.

Daddy

The Boston Globe relaunched with responsive design, as noted on New York Observer:

The spare Globe website has a responsive design that adapts to different window sizes, browsers and devices.

Take a tour of the new BostonGlobe.com to see it in action.

ASU Online is the first higher-ed web site that I know has a responsive design. If you come across more examples of responsive higher-ed sites, please send them my way.

For responsive design inspirations, check out Media Queries. Jeremy Keith’s talk on “One Web” is also highly recommended.

After publishing the post about my lovely boy, I went upstairs and lay next to him. I was having trouble settling down because I still had many things on my mind. Around 1am, he got up and vomited all over the bed. We cleaned up and put on new sheets.

I went to the basement to do the laundry. Dao stayed with his mom, but didn’t fall back to sleep. He dozed off a bit, but then wanted milk. At first we didn’t let him because he was just vomited, but then we gave in just so he could go back to sleep. As I was pouring milk downstairs, I heard Dana through the walkie talkie saying that he threw up again. We cleaned up once again and moved to another bedroom because we ran out of sheets.

I went to the basement again to do laundry at 3 something in the morning. I called off work the next day because Dao was not ready to go back to daycare. Yesterday I also stayed him with him half of a day and then Dana stayed with him the second half. Poor fellow. I am hoping that he could return to daycare today. We’ll see.

Some funny Vietlish he said:

“so hot dao an khong duoc (so hot Dao cannot eat)”
“Dao khong want roi (Dao doesn’t want it anymore)”

I notice that he uses third person a lot. He hardly uses I, me or “con.” Not sure why that is.

With classes, I get home two hours later than working schedule, but I still can spend some time with Dao. We have dinner together then I get to give him a bath. We watch a bit of Bob the Builder before brushing his teeth. In bed, we read a few books before I turn out the lights. We hold on to each other and then we would go to sleep.

I have a light cough for a couple of days now. While I was changing him, I started to cough. Then our conversation began:

Dao: “Are you ok, daddy?” He ran to the table, picked up the cup of water and said to me, “Drink some water daddy.”
Me: “Thank you Dao. Daddy bi ho (Daddy has a cough).”
Dao: “Daddy bi ho, daddy di bac si (daddy go to the doctor).”
Me:: “Ba khong sao, cam on Dao (I am ok, thank you).”

These are some of the best moments being a father.

Dao gets to stand against the wall quite often nowadays for his misbehaving. I usually give him three chances to cooperate. If he refused I would make him stand against the wall. Seeing him standing and crying breaks my heart, but I have to do it. At two he needs to be disciplined. In the past two years, I have failed getting him to listen without making him standing against the wall. I tried to talk to him and also tried to minimize the punishment, but it was been really hard.

Once I got him to get still against the wall, I tried to explain to him what he had done wrong. He seemed to be responsive. Here’s how the conversation went recently:

Me: “Dao co ngoan khong (Are you going to be good)?”
Dao: “Yeah”
Me: “Dao xin loi mommy (Say sorry to your mom)”
Dao: “Sorry mommy.” Still crying and went on, “Dao muon di (I want to go).”
Me: “Dao muon di dau (Where do you want to go)?”
Dao: “Di vong vong (go around).” Before I could dismiss him, he stepped toward me and gave me a hug. He got me.

Labor Day weekend, we were at my sister’s house and Dao acted him when we tried to brush his teeth in the morning. He was kicking and biting hard on the brush. I made him stand against the wall while Eric stood and watched. Ten minutes later after I let Dao go, Eric came up to me with two plastic knives in his hands. He looked at me with his red, teary eyes and said, “I saw what you did.” He was about to fight me for what I did to his cousin.

I had two hamburgers this week. On Tuesday, I visited Bobby’s Burger Palace and ordered a classic and beer battered onion rings. The meat was moist and juicy, but lacked the flavor. I suppose a true classic doesn’t need any marination. The service was good and the place was packed after 12:30pm. The line was long and the price was decent.

Early today, we went to Dish for a farewell lunch. One of my co-workers is leaving GW. Of all the choices, I picked an angus beef burger. Yes, I know I am addicted to hamburger. The meat was just perfect and the size was not as big as Tonic’s so I didn’t feel so bloated after lunch. I also had a Chimay pale ale to complement the burger. Not bad at all.

I had a morning meeting; therefore, I asked Dana to take Dao to the daycare for me so I could drive straight to the Metro station. The rain caused a bit of traffic. By the time I arrived at the Metro parking, no space were available. I tried to call Dana using a public phone in case she was still home so that I could drop off my car and ride with her. She never picked up the phone when she didn’t recognized the number and it was not an exception. I called again just in case she would think it was an emergency, but still no answer. The day I needed my cell phone, I left it at home because the battery was out and I left the charger at my sister’s house over the weekend.

I then immediately thought of the shopping center nearby. I drove over and left my car there even though the sign said “no parking for commuter.” I didn’t have a choice. The rain started to pour as I headed to the Metro station. I spotted a guy at the gas station so I asked him for a lift. He was Asian so I thought he would help out an Asian brother, but he didn’t. I walked ten minutes in the rain and I was soaking wet. The good thing was that I made it on time for the meeting.

The meeting last to noon so I went back to the Metro to move my car on my lunch break. The rain poured harder so I took the cap over. It cost me $5.65 and I handed the cap driver my credit card and he said, “You use a credit card just for that?” I replied, “I only got $6 left in my wallet.” He said “That’s fine.” I felt bad that I couldn’t give him any tips. The rain was still pouring hard so I decided to have a bowl of Pho in the plaza. The Pho wasn’t that good and the condensed milk in the coffee had a sour taste.

After lunch I took the Metro back to work soaking wet once again. Boy, what a rainy day.

Damn, Dam Vinh Hung hasn’t sound this good in years. Anh Con No Em is a return to his syrupy signature that once made him popular. Other than the title track, which is passable, and a pseudo-swing rendition of “Bien Can,” the album heads straight to trendy pop shop filled with ear-candy hooks and DVH knows the important of singing the hooks. On the rest of the tracks, particularly “Khong Con La Tre Dai” and “Loi Thoat Nao Cho Nhau,” DVH caresses the hooks, makes luscious love to the hooks and even married to the hooks. Unlike many of his previous releases, DHV knows how to control himself. Instead of belting out at the top of his lung, he gives the notes just enough force and power to let you feel his pain and soul. Sure, Anh Con No Em will be forgotten in the next six months, but right now it is on heavy rotation.

Being home for a week sets Dao back to morning crying. Yesterday and today, he clung on to me like a monkey holding on to a tree branch. His arms and legs wrapped tight around my leg. This morning I stayed with him for a bit trying to get him to play with toys, but still didn’t work. I just had to hand him over to his new teacher, Ms. Amanda.

By the time I left his daycare, the parking lot at the Metro was full. I had to drop by the nearby Starbucks to work remotely until 10 o’clock when the reserved spaces were freed to park. The rain was pouring hard. I got to work all wet.

These days Dao and I sleep together. He got up several times looking for my arms. I had to get up to wrap him around me or else he wouldn’t go back to sleep. The problem is that he fell back to sleep much easier than I could.