Adrian Shaughnessy’s Herb Lubalin: American Graphic Design is a heavy book. Out of 448 pages, the first 80 pages dedicated to Lubalin’s biography. The rest of the book showcased his extraordinary works including Fact, Mother & Child, and Avant Garde. His typographic skills were outstanding. This book is an inspirational source for graphic designers.
I updated my gear listing page. I am not trying to show off. I just want to keep track of our equipment. I also use that page often for reference. Here are our recent acquisitions:
Ðạo loves his new pair of skis. Xuân crushes it with his completely new snowboard package. I ordered the new Public Research board for Đán yesterday. He is very peculiar about his board. The board has to be black and the graphic has to be cool. This board fits his style. From my research, it sounds like a great board for carving and freestyle. I might have to check it out myself.
Damn! We spent $1,235 on equipment alone this season and we bought everything on sell. Skiing and snowboarding are freaking expensive.
I enjoy creating YouTube Shorts because I love combining music with motion. For example, this short clip of my wife skiing is just so lovely. The music is intimate and emotional. She’s skiing alone on the slopes with the snow falling. I didn’t pay attention when I put the two together. When I rewatched it, my eyes were a bit watery. The tears of joy!
When asked if he should uphold the Constitution, Trump responded, “I don’t know.” He had sworn twice: “I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.” He seems to forget already. Furthermore, when asked about the meaning of the Declaration of Independence, he replied, “Well, it means exactly what it says. It’s a declaration. It’s a declaration of unity and love and respect. And it means a lot. And it’s something very special to our country.” He doesn’t seem to comprehend that “unity” is the opposite of “independence.” Trump is definitely showing signs of dementia.
I must confess. I didn’t watch this special in one sitting. I watched a few minutes here and there during my lunch breaks. There were raunchy moments and he didn’t take things too serious even on politics. His impersonation of Trump was spot on. He nailed Trump’s voice and cadence. I should go back and pull out some highlights, but I am just too lazy. I enjoyed it though. I wouldn’t mind watch more of his specials.
I picked up this book at a poetry-reading event to support the author, who is Việt Nam veteran. I also wanted to read Karlin’s perspective on the war since he fought there. I thought the stories were nonfiction, but they were fiction. I couldn’t fully wrap my head around the stories. I didn’t know what I was reading. Some stories have diacritics for Vietnamese words, which takes the guess work out of me, but some don’t. I might come back to this collection down the line.
Earlier today, I flushed our water heater. It was the second time I did the flushing based on the instructions I wrote for myself last year. Everything went well, except when I opened the valve at the bottom of the tank to drain the water. All I had to do was turning the big plastic knob to the left to open up the line, but I couldn’t remember. I tried to force it. Luckily I didn’t break it yet. It would have been a nightmare if that valve broke. I wanted to keep a note here so I can remember next year.
Damn! I miss skiing and snowboarding. I can’t wait to get back to the mountains. In the mean time, I am back rollerblading with Xuân scootering. Although I am not making any progress, I am enjoying my time at the skatepark.
I have been yearning to get back to ice skating. None of my kids is interested in taking lessons. I want to get back to the basics, but group lessons will take forever. I can’t afford private lessons.
I mapped out my lesson plan. I can work on relearning the techniques. I just need to get my ass back to the rink.
Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai returns to America on a book tour for her debut poetry collection in English titled The Color of Peace. Last Thursday, April 25, the day after my 47th birthday, I invited my son to join me to hear her read some of her poems and conversation with Vietnam veteran Wayne Karlin. As I am writing this, today, April 30, 2025, also marks the 50th anniversary of the end of the American War in Việt Nam. During the event, Quế Mai read “The Fish” and “Thorns of Roses” from her collection. I enjoyed her Vietnamese reading even more, especially when she incorporated ca dao singing into her poetry. In The Color of Peace Quế Mai the pain and the sorrow of a Vietnamese woman who were born during the time of war and who witnessed the casualties of war at a young age. Quế Mai uses literature to speak out for peace. Listening to her talking the war and her passionate of peace made me give her a title: “The poet of peace.” This collection is moving, powerful, and deeply personal. “My Mother” is one of her personal poems. She wrote:
When I told my mother
I would go to America
to read my poetry, she
knocked her pair of chopsticks
against the boiling pot
and called out “America?”Forty-one years before that
when she was carrying me
inside her stomach
from the sky, blackness
came and
exploded into American bombs.My mother jumped into a shelter so small
she had to arch her back
so her baby wouldn’t be squashed
against the crumbling earth.And now, the baby—her daughter—the poet from Việt Nam
had been invited to come
to America—the land of her former
enemy to share her stories.My mother cupped her palms
into a lotus in front of her chest
and told me she wished
she could replace guns, and tanks,
bombs, and bullets,
violence, and hatred,
with poetry.
George Mason University received $36 million from the Kimmy Dương Foundation to name the Long Nguyễn and Kimmy Dương School of Computing within the College of Engineering and Computing. Mason:
Duong was born in Nha Trang, Vietnam, in 1945 and earned a bachelor of science in economics and law from the University of Saigon in 1966. She joined IBM in 1968, where she worked until she left the country in 1975, when she fled Vietnam and arrive in the United States with only $30.
For $36 millions, the least they can do is putting some diacritical marks on their names.