The title of the article, “Asians Losing Race with Hepatitis,” explains itself. I am sure most of us (Vietnamese Americans) are awared of this silent killer, but Think B is a good resource for HBV.
Killer B
Thuy Duong’s 1960s Songbook
In Dong Thoi Gian (1960s), Ice Ice Lady brings a bit of flavors, including the cha cha-tempo “Hoa Xoan Ben Them Cu” (Tuan Khanh) and lyrical ballad (nhac tru tinh) “Nua Dem Ngoai Pho” (Truc Phuong) to her repertoire. Her truth forte, however, remains with those intimate, slow-burning standards such as Trinh Cong Son’s “Phoi Pha,” Le Uyen Phuong’s “Vung Lay Cua Chung Ta” and Vu Thanh An’s “Tinh Khuc Thu Nhat.” Loving both the orchestrations and her behind-the-beat singings on those numbers.
Word up, Boo!
Black Male Masculinity
One, two, three, four, five black boyz humpin’ around. Poor little ottoman.
The sequel: White boyz humpin’ the couch and laptop.
A Realm of Return
Haven’t listened to Thu Phuong’s Nhu Mot Loi Chia Tay for a while. Came back to it yesterday and stoned myself in her narcotic rendition of “Mot Coi Di Ve.” It must be that big, throaty, bad-ass voice and the heartrending violin that bring out the melancholy. Life sure is much lighter when you buried it in your sleep because sleep is the cousin of death.
Hom nay ta say om doi ngu muon
De som mai day lai tiec xuan thi.
The Double Launch
While I designed The Office of International Services Web site from scratch, Kevin gives The Office of International Programs a whole fresh new look.
Dear Mama
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there were no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me.
– 2pac
Dem khuya thon thuc
Yeu me trong toi
Mo ve nhung ngay tuoi au tho bay
Ben me toi con mot diem phuc nay.
– Dieu Huong
What’s Joost?
“Joost is a new way of watching TV on the internet. With Joost, you get all the things you love about TV, including a high-quality full-screen picture, hundreds of full-length shows and easy channel-flipping.”
Check out the beta, it’s pretty sweet.
Curb Stomp
I watched American History X years ago, but could never erase the most gruesome, disturbing scene off my head.
Cover Deconstruction
An interesting point of view on the recent cover of The New Yorker by Harry Bliss.