Dao now knows the different between his left and right foot. If I put on his socks or shoes, he would tell me if I am putting on “chan trai” (left foot) or “chan phai” (right foot). The other day, he dropped Thomas Train (the heavy one with the battery) onto his foot. I asked him, “Con bi gi?” (What’s happened?) He cried, pointed out to me and said, “chan phai dau” (right foot hurt). I sat him on my lap, gave his right foot a kiss and asked him, “Con dau khong?” (Does it still hurt?). He stopped crying, waved his hand and replied, “het dau roi” (no more pain). I love this method of treatment. A kiss was all that needed, except for when he gets rash on his butt. He would point to his behind and say “dau dit” (butt hurts). My response to him was, “dau dit thi di lai me” (if your butt hurts, go to mama).

Saturday, we treated my sister-in-law and her husband to Korshi for dinner for helping us with the vegetable garden in the backyard. After a whole day of digging, shoveling, tilling, soiling and manuring, we needed a big dinner; therefore, a sushi and Korean BBQ buffet seemed like a good choice.

The only problem was that kid and buffet didn’t go well together. The table behind us was smart. They brought their kid a portable DVD player so the kid was watching “Tom & Jerry” while the parents enjoyed snow crab legs.

At our table, Dao refused to sit on a high chair. He just wanted to sit on his mama’s lap. I went to get the food for them. They couldn’t finished the plate so I had to finished the cold food; therefore, I couldn’t tell if the play was good or bad. About half an hour into the meal, he was already bored out of his mind. I gave him my iPod Touch so he could be occupied like the kid behind us, but there was no Internet connection. The restaurant wouldn’t let us use its network.

So the dining experience didn’t turn out so well at all for $30 a head. Oh well.

On Sunday, we were finally made it to National Zoo. Dao could pointed out most of the animals he knew. We spent about two hours before Dao decided to push his stroller. He did for about half an hour until his energy ran out. He fell asleep so we took him to Costco and then home.

The weekend went by so fast. Now we’re back to our regular weekday schedule.

Dao’s new word: “too.”
“Me an keo, too.”
“Ba cat co, too.”
“Dao rua tay, too.”
“Dao an pho, too.”

Despite our morning and night wrestlings trying to brush his teeth, Dao ended up with eight cavities. The dentist knew that working Dao’s teeth while he’s awaked wasn’t go to fly; therefore, he tried to sedate him. After half an hour of taking the medication, which cost $300, Dao didn’t fall asleep yet, but he determined to worked on him any way. The dentist’s assistant took him right out of my arms while Dao was still holding on to his train. They didn’t let us in.

About forty five minutes later, the dentist came out and gave us the story of how the filling went down. He needed two assistants to hold him down because Dao still didn’t fall asleep. He bit his on his lip once and bit on the dentist’s tool as well. The dentist said, “Wow, he is a strong boy.” I told him, “You only have to deal with him once. I deal with him twice a day.” I came in to pick him up. He was all sweaty and his face was all red, but he was still holding on to his train.

The receptionist told me that after our insurance coverage, we’ll be responsible for about $800. That’s $1,100 for one visit, ouch! Took him home and he has been sleeping for almost five hours already. I am getting work done, but poor lil fellow haven’t eaten anything all day.

The spring edition of GWbusiness magazine is now online. In addition to new contents, the layout has been realigned to be responsive. GWbusiness went online over a year ago. At the time, I was just getting into HTML5; therefore, some of the elements needed to be updated. I also changed Georgia to Quattrocento for the headers and Quattrocento Sans for the body type.

Thanks to my colleague Molly for the encouragement.

My dear friend, colleague and guardian will walk three days for the Breast Cancer Cure. Read her message and please give what you can for the good cause:

Dear Family and Friends,

Next September 23-25, I’ll be participating in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day Walk for the Breast Cancer Cure.

You all know that I am not a natural born athlete – I abhor all all unnecessary movement. So why am I planning to trek 60 miles over the course of three days with thousands of other women and men?

First, the 3-Day Walk helps to fund critical, innovative breast cancer research in leading institutions around the world. Second, the 3-Day also supports local community programs that provide educational outreach and medical services. These programs are very important to many who struggle in this tough economy as they make screening and treatment available to thousands of women who otherwise could not afford tests and treatment.

In the long run, we hope to go beyond mammograms and early intervention to a true cure. Many important advances in the fight against breast cancer have been made possible through Komen-for-the-Cure grants. Each of us knows someone who has benefited from this research – or who will benefit in the future.

I’ve agreed to raise at least $2,300 in donations. So I need your help – and who knows – we may all be surprised by the amount we are able to raise. Would you please consider making a donation? Every gift will mean a great deal when we combine them, and every donation will be deeply appreciated.

Now, I’m supposed to impress upon you the great distance I’m walking – 60 miles! – and how hard I’ll have to train – boo hoo. I’m doubting the wisdom of playing the training hardship violin since I’m pretty sure we’ll all get ice cream in the end. I’m not the one facing a hardship, we’ve all had friends and family who have. So let’s think of those who’ve fought breast cancer and give in their honor. The Komen folks urge us to suggest a specific donation amount, but I know that you have varied needs and responsibilities, and that your means range – so I will not name a universal number. Please give what you can, what you feel comfortable with, and know that every gift will make a difference.

I do want to tell you about one of my personal motivators for taking this journey – next year I will turn 60. That’s right – the big SIX OH! Those of you who feel inspired just might like to mark that milestone with a gift of $60 – gifts at that level will be rewarded with unlimited and merciless mocking rights – as I limp along for six months after the walk. If that sounds like fun, then you really should make a donation!

You can give online at The3Day.org. Just follow the link below to visit my personal fund raising web page to donate:

3-DAY MOLLY

You can also call 800-996-3DAY to donate over the phone, or print a form to give a gift through the mail.

Somewhere in the world, a woman dies from breast cancer every 69 seconds. That’s why I’m walking so far – to do something bold about breast cancer. I hope that you’ll share this incredible adventure with me.

Thank you in advance for your generosity, and please pass this letter along to any friends who you think would also like to support this cause.

With love and gratitude,

Molly

P.S. Please consider asking your employer, or anyone else you have embarrassing photos of, if they will double your donation through a matching gift program. All my friends, and every last one of my relatives are good looking!

I wish I had written down all the things Dao has said. Sometimes he sounds so hilarious. Here is a list of things I could recall:

• “Daddy, bowling nga roi [fall down].”
• “Daddy giup [help] Dao dung [set up] bowling.”
• “Daddy choi voi [play with] Dao please.”
• “Daddy dat [take] Dao di vong vong [go around].”
• “Daddy, di cat co [mow the lawn].”
• “Daddy, doc sach cho [read for] Dao.”
• “Daddy, Thomas go in the tunnel.”
• “Daddy, thay bin [change battery] Thomas.”
• “Daddy, Thomas bi xuoc” [Say what? He must have learned that word from grandparents. I am not even sure how to translate that into English].

Two weeks ago, the dean asked me for a recommendation on a digital camcorder to film his talks. Before I began my research, I knew that I needed a camcorder that would work on the Mac since both him and I are on MacBook. I don’t know much about camcorder, but based on my previous experience Panasonic and Sony were out of the picture.

About a year and a half ago, my colleague asked a professional videographer for a recommendation and he suggested Panasonic. I couldn’t remember the exact model, but it turned out to be a nightmare. Panasonic worked only on PC and the format was proprietary. Getting the clip off the camcorder alone was a pain. All the editing had to be done on a PC and then exported out into a format that could be posted on YouTube. The dean has a Sony and we faced the same issues.

My next step was to get on Apple web site and search for Apple’s recommendation. After searching and reading some reviews, the Canon VIXIA HF S200 seemed like a good choice. The regular price is $899, but Amazon listed for $679. I made my suggestion and the dean told me to get it within 3 business days for his next talk. I ordered a one-day shipment through Amazon, but the expected delivery date was not fast enough.

The alternative step was to find a local store. I looked up Penn Camera and they carried a Canon VIXIA HF M32 for $599 after $400 instant rebate. I hopped on the Metro and brought the camcorder. The salesman was very nice and helpful. On the Metro ride back, I opened up the manual to read up on the new camera because I knew I’ll be supporting it. To my surprise, the manual has pen marks all over the pages and food stain as well. The camcorder worked fine, but if I shook it lightly, I could hear the weird noise as if something was loose inside. I was disappointed that they sold me a used camcorder.

I came back to the store the next day to report the issues and would like to exchange for another one. The nice salesman from yesterday changed his tone a bit and told me that he didn’t remember hearing the clicking noise before the camcorder left the store. Since that was the last one they had, I exchanged for a Canon VIXIA HF M300, which also had $200 instant rebate. The only different the M32 and M300 is that the M32 has a 64-gig hard drive built in and the M300 has none. To compensate for the differences, I bought a 32-gig external disk and an extra battery that has a double lifespan of the one that comes with the camcorder.

The M300, as Apple describes it, “a superb blend of capability, quality and convenience for shooting Full HD video,” turn out to be a great choice. The camcorder is easy to use and the quality is superb. The only painful feature is the touch screen navigation. Luckily the M300 comes with a very convenient remote control.

Yesterday I filmed his talk in L’Enfant Plaza Hotel, which had very low light room, but the video turned out decent. Editing the clips with iMovie is straightforward. All I needed to do was firing up iMovie before plugging in the USB and importing the video. I use iMovie for the very first time last week and already loving it. As with many of Apple’s applications, iMovie is so easy to use. The app has enough features to help me make a decent video and upload directly to YouTube. I am thinking of purchasing one for my own personal use.

I watched Asia’s Anh Bang – Dong Nhac Luu Vong last week, but couldn’t bring myself to write anything about the video. I am tired of Asia’s political theme, the lip-syncs and the recycling of arrangements, but most of all, I was dramatized by the theatrical actings. Lam Thuy Van’s “Ke Chuyen Dem Vo Cung” damn near gave me a nightmare. The images of people and boat sinking couldn’t escape my mind.

Yesterday, I rewatched the DVDs to “commensurate April 30,” the day the communist took over power thirty six years ago. With the MC parts skipped, I found entertaining moments from the video. I am not sure if the timing was right or the liquor did the work, but I enjoyed both Bang Tam’s version of “Dung Noi Yeu Toi” and Y Phung’s “Sau Le Bong 2.” Both of these tracks had the same arrangement used for Son Tuyen many years ago, so all I did was letting Bang Tam and Y Phung lip-synced over Son Tuyen’s tracks. Vocal wise, neither Bang Tam nor Y Phung could match Son Tuyen, but visually, both of them surpassed Son Tuyen. As a result, I got the best voice to go with the good looking chicks.

I have read quite a bit of complaints about Ho Hoang Yen showing her boobs in her performance, but I have to thank her for her sacrifice. She understood how painful it is for viewers to go through this entire program; therefore, she had to do something to take the viewers’ mind of the heavy content. It worked for me. They sure were a distraction from her performance. What was she singing again?

One of the most powerful tracks on the program was “Nuoc Mat Que Huong” performed by Dang The Luan. Anh Bang lyrics were so moving, specially the closing line: “Con co anh em noi giong Lac Hong doi lai bien dong.” The only problem was Dang The Luan didn’t come across as a fighter. He looked as if he would be the first guy to run off if he was sent to battle.

My personal favorite track on here has to be “Nhu Em,” not only because of Nguyen Khang’s smoky voice and Vu Tuan Duc’s sensational orchestration, but also Do Trung Quan’s wordplay: “Gia troi dung mua, anh dung nho / Troi khong mua va anh khong nho, anh biet lam gi.” Subtle but very clever, good choice Nguyen Khang.

That’s pretty much the highlights from Dong Nhac Luu Vong for me. After all, we need to understand Asia’s strategy for running down the political route. Asia has shown over and over again, that the production can not compete against Thuy Nga for entertainment. It has to carve out its own niche to stay strong in the game.

I almost forget what today is until we headed to Pho 75 this morning. The joint was closed to commemorate April 30 (the fall of Saigon). We drove to Eden around 10:30am and they were setting up the stage for the event titled “Ky Niem Quoc Han.” We had some noodle soup and headed to Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Museum.

The museum is located in Baltimore so it took us an hour to get there. The good thing was that Dao fell asleep for 45 minutes. When we arrived, he woke up and fully charged. We wanted to take him on the “Day Out With Thomas” ride, but the tickets sold out weeks ago. Even though we didn’t get to ride the train, Dao had a fantastic time at the table train with older kids and enjoyed the beautiful weather outside.

We took him out to the station so he could see the big Thomas Train. As Thomas departed he wanted to be on the train as well. He cried when I held him back and tried to tell him that Thomas would come back. A few minutes later he calmed down and told me, “Thomas di roi. Dao khoc” (Thomas already left. Dao cries). He sounded as if a girl just broke his heart.

Four hours later, we headed back home, but with some extra time, we headed to Costco. He felt asleep again from Costco to our house, but woke up when got home and changed him. He remembered that I promised him that we would mow the lawn when we get home so he was all excited. We spent an hour and a half to mow the lawn. I used to hate doing this this, but with him next to me, I didn’t mind at all. Love spending time with him and Dana.

We’re planning on taking him to the National Zoo tomorrow. I am sure, he’ll love seeing the animals. At the age, he has many curiosity and so we’ll let him expose and try out new things. The other day, he tried snail and kept asking for more.

When Miles Davis formed his second quintet with saxophonist Wayne Shorter, pianist Herbie Hancock, bassist Ron Carter and drummer Tony Williams, he knew that they were “going to be a motherfucker of a group.” In just three and a half years together, the quintet recorded some of the most brilliant, innovative masterpieces in the history of jazz.

From E.S.P. (January 1965), Miles Smiles (October 1966), Sorcerer (May 1967), Nefertiti (June 1967), Miles in the Sky (January and May 1968) to Filles de Kilimanjaro (June 1968), Keith Waters analyzes in depth The Studio Recordings of the Miles Davis Quintet, 1965-68 “through their compositional, melodic, harmonic, formal, improvisational, and participatory strategies.” With Waters’s detailed assessments such as motivic organization, meter and hypermeter and circular tunes, this book isn’t suitable for casual listeners.

While I find the technical analysis intriguing, I am more interested in the feelings these men had created and the personal connection between a group of talented musicians. The emotion and the sound in Davis’s trumpet, the melodic and harmonic beauty in Shorter’s saxophone and the inventive, expansive rhythmic from Hancock, Carter and William still mesmerize me every time I return to these albums.