In his email to students, the dean addressed the sexual misconduct committed by a faculty member. In responding to the criticisms that the law school didn’t take any action, the dean pointed out that he put in restrictions against the professor. Unfortunately, it gave the impression that the dean knew about the sexual misconducts, but he didn’t immediately terminate the professor. He put in restrictions, but stayed quiet hoping the whole thing went away. If the women didn’t come forward and the media didn’t pick up the scoops, he wouldn’t have spoken up. I wonder who came up with this terrible communications strategy.

The summer went by so fast. Đạo starts ninth grade. Đán starts sixth grade. Xuân starts second grade. Vương starts kindergarten. The summer was short but we had a handful of activities including summer vacations, camping trips, and family reunions.

Xuân joined the swimming team over summer and he had a blast. He seemed to be very competitive. He will continue to train soon. I hope he will stick to it. Vương got to spend time at home before joining his older brothers for school. Đạo and Đán had done an excellent job keeping their daily writing. They didn’t miss a day.

Đạo has developed his skills as a fiction writer. His writing is clear and descriptive. I could visualize the scenes he described even without knowing the backstory. He wrote scene by scene. I encouraged him to write something personal, but he refused. He doesn’t like to reveal his personal thoughts.

Đán, on the other hand, wrote what was on his mind. His approach is more similar to mine. Some of his pieces were hilarious. He still has to edit his writing, but he has been able to express himself. This exercise has helped him to write better.

I am so glad that they had agreed to take on the challenge and they didn’t fail. Furthermore, I am proud of their works. Even though their summer assignment is over, I hope they will continue to write. It is a great asset to have for the rest of their life.

Hơn mười lăm năm rồi mới gặp lại Dì Chín. Lần trước gặp được dì là vào ngày cưới của tôi. Thời gian trôi qua nhanh quá. Giờ đây tóc dì bạc phơ. Sau khi dượng lìa trần vào tháng Tư năm nay, dì sống đơn chiếc một mình. Dì dượng lúc lấy nhau đã có tuổi nên không có con. Giờ đây dì thui thủi một mình xa người thân.

Nỗi lo âu lớn nhất của tôi là căn bệnh tiểu đường khiến dì mau quên. Nhân dịp gia đình tụ họp, tôi dành chút thời gian với dì. Mấy ngày vừa qua tiếp xúc với dì, tôi chứng kiến được dì bị quên rất nhiều trong hiện tại nhưng về quá khứ thì dì nhớ rất rõ. Dì kể tôi nghe thời gian dì mới định cư ở Mỹ và lúc dì dượng gặp nhau.

Giờ đây trong mấy anh chị em chỉ còn lại dì. Mẹ tôi mất rồi nên tôi xem dì như một người mẹ. Tôi, cũng như các cháu khác của dì, muốn dì dọn về ở gần để chúng tôi cùng nhau chăm lo cho dì. Nhưng rồi dì vẫn là người quyết định cho chính mình.

Cuộc gặp gỡ nào cũng phải chia tay. Tôi chúc dì luôn khỏe mạnh và trí nhớ tốt đẹp. Dì cần đến tôi điều gì, tôi sẽ sẵn sàng giúp đỡ dì.

My wife bought Đạo a pair of USD Sway 60 XXI. It’s pretty slick. His feet are now as long as mines. In case he can’t wear it, I’ll take over. Fortunately, the boots fit him and he enjoys skating in them. Can’t wait to see what he can do with them.

Since the family reunion, we haven’t skated much. Since I started taking the shuttle to work, I haven’t skated during my lunch time like I used to. I don’t want to lose the little skills I have.

I need to figure out a routine to put rollerblading back on.

Clark’s writing is concise and he keeps each chapter to several pages. Nevertheless, I could not finish the book. Maybe I am not the right audience for this type of book. He has good information on public writing. I am not a public writer. I am just a blogger.

The philosophy of Buddhism has always intrigued me. In this example, I put together “The Fourteen Teachings of the Buddha” and “The Ten Commandments of Mindfulness” in Vietnamese and English translations, by Tâm Lạc Trần Quý Anh. The text is set in Atlante, by Yorlmar Campos and Martín Sesto. Take a look at Buddhism, a new sample page.

Crafting sample pages has become my favorite design exercise. I get the opportunity to set the typefaces with Vietnamese diacritics—some of them I advised. I get to choose the projects I like to work on. I get to decide how much time I want to spend. I don’t need anyone’s approval. I try to provide both Vietnamese and English when possible. The samples have become my personal collection of Vietnamese culture and literature. I want to share them with the world, but they are there for me to refer back or to read. I want the materials to be meaningful instead of just dummy texts. I have two more samples I want to do. I just need the time. Stay tuned.

Between the sexual allegations and all the luxury spendings, the place is corrupted. Abuses of powers and white privileges are on full display every single day. I no longer care. I just laugh at the incompetence.

Letting go has freed my mind. I am not worrying about the future. I am just taking it day by day. Whatever happens, I will be just fine. I will find another way to survive. From what I had witnessed in the last couple of months, my skills are still relevant. If I can’t apply them here, I will apply them somewhere else.

I am a lot happier now taking advantage of my benefits rather than stressing myself out. I should have done it years ago. Thanks to the incompetent for the hostile takeover. I am ready to put what I had built over the years behind. I am ready for whatever throws my way or not. I will stay out of the way.

In a white-dominated majority, I am just a voiceless minority. DEI is a joke. They don’t give a shit. I am done. I just need to do what I have to do to get by.

Aebra Coe reports for Law360:

The women said those early advances led to years of misconduct, during which Dorsey and Landry felt they had no option but to continue engaging sexually with Wright or else risk serious damage to their careers. Both said they believe there are “many” more women who have been similarly approached by Wright, based on conversations with former schoolmates and colleagues, as well as a conversation between Landry and Wright himself.…

Despite a string of flirtatious comments, Dorsey said, she generally thought Wright was “harmless” at the time and felt reassured by the fact that he was married and had small children. When he asked her to join him on a trip to meet clients in California, she said, she agreed to attend.

They stayed at a nice hotel, and when they arrived she discovered there was only one room with one bed, Dorsey said. There weren’t any client meetings during the trip, she said, and instead they went wine tasting.…

According to Landry, she confronted Wright in 2020 about his alleged sexual misconduct after he sent her an email apologizing for his behavior. They met in person and he told her he’d sought sexual relationships with countless women in professional settings, she said.

“He told me he couldn’t even count the number of people he sent inappropriate messages to,” she said.

Damn!

Adam Gabbatt reports for The Guardian:

With Cannon’s profile higher than ever, her impartiality is being questioned. The judge’s financial disclosure form for 2021, which was reviewed by Accountable.US, a liberal-leaning watchdog group that tracks government corruption, shows that she was reimbursed by George Mason University’s Antonin Scalia Law School for a six day trip to “colloquium seminar” held at a resort and spa in Montana in September.…

The purpose of Cannon’s 2021 trip, according to her financial disclosure form, was to attend the “Sage Lodge Colloquium”, an annual conference held by the law school in the town of Pray, Montana. Newsweek reported that Cannon attended the colloquium again in 2022.

It is not clear why her hotel and travel was paid for. Organizations will commonly reimburse guest speakers or lecturers, but the agenda of that year’s seminar does not show Cannon doing any teaching or speaking.

Damn!

What an unforgettable week. Between my wife’s family and mine, we attended two reunions back to back. I am still high on all of the loving and bonding times together.

After 4 years on hiatus due to Covid and bereavement, my wife’s family reunited in Pocono, Pennsylvania. With 39 members across three generations, we stayed together for a week. Food has always been our priority. Thanks to all the great chefs in the family for constantly feeding us delicious Vietnamese dishes—and a Filipino dish too.

We ate from morning until midnight. Our uncle and aunts sat around the dining table, reminisced about the good old times, and ate homemade meals. Our kids swam in the pool, played with each other, and ate plenty of snacks. Our cousins talked about our lives, sipped on whiskeys, and enjoyed dishes that complimented liquors. Our goal was to drink without getting drunk.

Even though we had plenty of bonding activities at the rental house, which had a huge entertainment basement with large-screen TV, ping pong, pool, and foosball, we also ventured out. The seniors took it easy with shopping at the outlets, checking out the farmers markets, and visiting the wineries. The younger generations took on a bit of a challenge with roller skating, whitewater rafting, rock climbing, and hiking. Our kids and I couldn’t hit the skateparks because it was raining everyday.

Because we had so much fun together, a week went by so fast. We planned to stay from Sunday to Sunday, but our little family had to leave on Saturday to attend our reunion reception in Lancaster, Pennsylvania with my side of the family. We couldn’t miss this one because it was the first time that we rathered. So many family members I hadn’t seen in years, especially my aunt who I hadn’t seen since my wedding. She is my mother’s youngest sister and the only one left on earth out of the siblings.

The reception took place at Bareville Fire Hall, which has a beautiful countryside view, in Leola, Pennsylvania. We took plenty of pictures. We ate so much food. We played some balloon games. We sang karaoke and danced. The highlight of the program was sharing great memories of our mothers and fathers.

Big thanks to my cousin Karen Huỳnh for organizing such a meaningful evening. She rented the place and bought all the equipment just for the events. Thanks to all my cousins who cooked the delicious dishes for the event. We need to turn this into an annual event.

Five hours were just too short for the special occasion. After we cleaned up the hall, we went over to my nephew’s house for more conversations and karaoke. The party didn’t stop until two in the morning.

As I am writing this, I am tearing up with joy. I am grateful for both of these reunions.