Last Friday evening, I took Đán, Xuân, and Vương to Camp Wilson to start our camping weekend for the Cub Scouts. The campsite prohibited vehicles from entering; therefore, we had to carry our gears from the parking lot to the site. Fortunately, the three boys were huge helpers. Even Vương carried pillows and sleeping bags. Đán had to set up the tent and take it down all by himself to prove to the leaders that he could. He passed the test.

Once other Cubs and their parents poured in, we started dinner. My wife came to take Vương home. He didn’t want to sleep in the woods without his mom. Around 9:30 pm, Đán and Xuân went to bed. I stayed up chatting with leaders and other parents until one in the morning.

On Saturday, the kids had advancement activities all day. After sending the boys off in the morning, I went back to the tent to catch some sleep. I got back out around 10 am. We had lunch and I joined the kids for the afternoon activities, which included playing games and hiking for two miles.

Right after we had delicious phở for dinner, the rain poured down hard. Đán, Xuân and I ran into our tent. We kicked back, relaxed, and listened to the rain crashing against the plastic tarp. The sounds reminded me of my childhood in Việt Nam. I felt like a kid again and I wanted to freeze time. It was such a special moment with my kids. I don’t know if they will remember it or not, but I definitely will never forget the moment. Then I realized that it would be the last scout camping trip with Đán as a Cub. He will be joining the Troop next year. I don’t have any doubt that he will survive on his own.

I am still going to be part of the Cubs for a while with Xuân and Vương. Through Liên Đoàn Hùng Vương, I was able to connect with other parents and make friends. We have many things in common including family, culture, and language. When not scouting together, we like to hang out, enjoy food and drinks, and make jokes.

Is Life a verse or a flash of a dream?
A glorious morning or the night shadow falling?
A passing moment of picking on the guitar strings?
Is Life like the sea mist or the wandering clouds,
Or a touching moment of waiting in the evening?

Please let Spring blooms, and never wither
Let Summer be filled with golden sunshine,
Autumn with cool breeze,
And Winter not so frosty.
Let Winter brings a warm fragrance
And Life always beautiful as poetry.

Is Life infinite or is it a moment of forgetfulness?
Is it the sunset with fading sunshine still lingering on the terrace?
Is it grief burning the heart each night?
Is it just a dream shadow or is it Hope lighting up the soul,
or is it the aching sorrows buried in the heart’s?
O Life! O the sorrows and joys.

Translated by Vương Thanh

Ảo ảnh

Đời là câu thơ hay đời là thoáng ước mơ?
Là bình minh rực rỡ hay bóng đêm mờ?
Hay phút ơ thờ nắn phím buông đường tơ?
Đời là khói sóng hay mây bồng,
hay phút rung động chiều ngóng trông?

Xin cho mùa Xuân thắm không tàn.
Mùa Hạ nắng tươi vàng.
Mùa Thu gió nhẹ nhàng
Và mùa Đông không lạnh lắm,
Mùa Đông mang hương ấm
cho cuộc đời còn mãi mãi nên thơ.

Đời là Vô biên hay đời là chút lãng quên?
Là hoàng hôn nhạt nắng vương vấn bên thềm?
Hay nỗi ưu phiền đốt cháy tim từng đêm?
Đời là chiếc bóng hay hy vọng,
hay những cô đọng sầu bên lòng?

Cuộc đời ơi ! Vui buồn hỡi.

Dương Vân Châu Trúc Ca

Macklemore’s latest release kicks off with three happy-go-lucky tracks. “Chant” has an infectious Latin groove. “No Bad Days” features Collett’s sun-shine hook. Even the word “bullshit” sounds so damn cute. Then Macklemore parties like it is “1984.” The album, however, busts a sharp turn on “Maniac,” in which Macklemore talks about his drug addiction. The album turns darker on issues such as social media, depression, and death, and yet, the beats never turn grime. Macklemore is a lyricist on his own right.

Do make a tryst but please do not come, My Love
I’ll be sad and walk back and forth the grounds
Looking at the cigarette between my fingers
It’s almost burnt out
I mutter, “Gosh, I miss you so much.”

Do make a tryst but please do not come, My Love
For what is Love, if not the longings and affections
in the beginning of a relationship.
The stage where Love’s fragile like the silk rays of sunshine
Like butterflies and flowers hesitant and shy
Postpone until tomorrow for a bright and cheerful season
Only tomorrow’s beautiful; just tomorrow!

Do make a tryst but please do not come, My Love
I will reprove, but of course, very slightly
If you’re already on the way, please strive to return
Love’s only beautiful when it’s unfinished
Life loses its charms when its oaths’d been fulfilled.
Let a poem never be completed,
and a drifting boat never ends up in a harbor
For the Past and the Future to forever intermingle.

Translated by Vương Thanh

Ngập Ngừng

Em cứ hẹn nhưng em đừng đến nhé!
Ðể lòng buồn tôi dạo khắp trong sân
Ngó trên tay, thuốc lá cháy lụi dần…
Tôi nói khẽ: Gớm, làm sao nhớ thế?

Em cứ hẹn nhưng em đừng đến nhé!
Em tôi ơi! tình có nghĩa gì đâu?
Nếu là không lưu luyến buổi sơ đầu?
Thuở ân ái mong manh như nắng lụa
Hoa bướm ngập ngừng, cỏ cây lần lữa
Hẹn ngày mai mùa đến sẽ vui tươi
Chỉ ngày mai mới đẹp, ngày mai thôi!

Em cứ hẹn nhưng em đừng đến nhé!
Tôi sẽ trách – cố nhiên! – nhưng rất nhẹ
Nếu trót đi, em hãy gắng quay về
Tình mất vui khi đã vẹn câu thề
Ðời chỉ đẹp những khi còn dang dở
Thư viết đừng xong, thuyền trôi chớ đỗ
Cho nghìn sau… lơ lửng… với nghìn xưa…

Hồ Dzếnh

Close my eyes to find the scents of yesteryears,
To return to the verse-inspiring road of memories,
To meet the girl that I adore.
But it is just a dream!
I hear Love’s dying inside me,
My heart‘s filled with regrets and yearnings
Till the end of my days…

Close my eyes.
Suddenly my heart filled with unceasing anguish.
Alas! Why are we forever a world away from each other.
Or is it that we have a rendezvous in some next life?
Where are you, My Love?
Where are we, My Love?
Is it the gloomy rain that fills your eyes with sorrow?

Close my eyes. Only to see a dark gray horizon
Only to find that… my heart’s full of memories…
And the singing… And the tears…

Sometimes I want to believe…, just want to believe
Alas for those, alas for those
Who cries in loneliness…

Translated by Vương Thanh

Nửa hồn thương đau

Nhắm mắt cho tôi tìm một thoáng hương xưa
Cho tôi về đường cũ nên thơ
Cho tôi gặp người xưa ước mơ
Hay chỉ là giấc mơ thôi
Nghe tình đang chết trong tôi
Cho lòng tiếc nuối xót thương suốt đời

Nhắm mắt ôi sao nửa hồn bỗng thương đau
Ôi sao ngàn trùng mãi xa nhau
Hay ta còn hẹn nhau kiếp nào
Anh ở đâu? Em ở đâu?
Có chăng mưa sầu buồn đen mắt sâu

Nhắm mắt chỉ thấy một chân trời tím ngắt
Chỉ thấy lòng nhớ nhung chất ngất
Và tiếng hát và nước mắt

Đôi khi em muốn tin
Đôi khi em muốn tin
Ôi những người ôi những người
Khóc lẻ loi một mình

Phạm Đình Chương

How much does a migration from a free, open-source CMS to a proprietary CMS cost? Here’s the breakdown:

• Deliver 5 HTML pages based on provided mockups: $32,000
• Implement a homepage, a landing page, a content page: $21,000
• Implement 2 additional custom-page templates: $11,600
• Implement events calendar: $10,000
• Implement and customize employee directory: $9,600
• Implement Google Custom Search and a sitemap: $4,000
• Migrate pages from current CMS: $28,000
• Import catalog: $20,000
• Post-implementation support: $8,000
• CMS license: $20,000 a year
• Production servers: $20,000 a year

The total migration costs $184,200. CMS license, servers, and support could cost $60,000 a year. Even with so many great open source alternative, proprietary CMS is still a lucrative business.

I have been struggling to come up with a wordmark for simplexpression. Choosing the typeface and designing the wordmark aren’t as simple as I had expected. I have been working and thinking about it for a while. This morning, Mireille, designed by Anita Jürgeleit, suddenly came to mind. I immediately licensed it, but I purchased the web format instead of an OpenType or TrueType format. Instead of using Illustrator, I created the wordmark in CSS. My wife, the true talent behind simplexpression approved it. I hope it will inspire her to create new pieces. Take a look at the new simplexpression wordmark.

Ten years hadn’t seen you, I thought my love for you has faded.
Like drifting clouds, I thought my love for you was forgotten.
Like rain droplets flying in the wind, carrying away a world of memories.
O My Love, in your world, are your eyes still sorrowful?
Ten years apart, feeling shy like strangers when we met again
Forget! Forget! A sad dream of Love all this long time
But, O My Love!
Still in my heart and memories are a World of Love.

A World of Love! When will it ever return?
Alas! I thought our being apart was a memory.
Alas! In our loving each other, I naively thought:
Love’s Beyond Separation
Love’s Always Beautiful…
Like A Dream!

Been telling myself to say goodbye to achingly tender sweet memories,
to endure the lonely years ahead…
Years passed, seen thousands of sunrises and sunsets
But today on seeing you,
I know my love for you has always been here: in my heart!

Ten years apart, love thought forgotten
Like the clouds, like the rains,
flying toward the far horizons…
But, O My Love:
a line from an old letter
reminds me of a crazy life of love.

Ten years apart,
Seems like you had forgotten
the words of Love that we said to each other.
O My Love, over there, do you still remember?
As for me, today, I see the rain returning.
Today, I feel my heart still full of regrets and longings…
Ten Years Apart,
Ten Years I Have Missed You!

Translated by Vương Thanh

Mười năm tình cũ

Mười năm không gặp tưởng tình đã cũ
Mây bay bao năm tưởng mình đã quên
Như mưa bay đi một trời thương nhớ
Em ơi ! Bên kia có còn mắt buồn?
Mười năm cách biệt một lần bỡ ngỡ
Quên đi quên đi mộng buồn bấy lâu
Nhưng em yêu ơi! Một vùng ký ức
Vẫn còn trong ta cả một trời yêu

Cả một trời yêu bao giờ trở lại
Ôi! Ta xa nhau tưởng chừng như đã
Ôi! Ta yêu nhau để lòng cứ ngỡ
Tình bất phân ly tình vẫn như mơ

Đành nhủ lòng thôi giã từ kỷ niệm
Cho qua bao năm mộng buồn quên dấu
Nhưng sao bao năm ngày dài qua mãi
Trong anh hôm nay thấy tình còn đây

Mười năm cách biệt tình đành quên lãng
Như mây như mưa bay đi muôn phương
Nhưng em yêu ơi! Một dòng thư cũ
Vẫn còn trong ta một đời cuồng điên

Mười năm cách biệt hình như em đã
Quên câu yêu thương ta trao cho nhau
Em ơi ! Bên kia còn chăng nhung nhớ
Như anh hôm nay thấy mưa trở về
Như anh hôm nay thấy lòng tiếc nhớ
Mười năm không gặp
Mười Năm Nhớ Thương!

Trần Quảng Nam

I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to shooting Hibiki

In her latest book, Michelle Obama offers the tools to navigate the turbulences in uncertain times. As a daughter, mother, wife, black woman, and First Lady, she faced many challenges. A handful of them, including the political turmoils, she had shared in her memoir Becoming; therefore, the book is somewhat repetitive. Nevertheless, I find her personal stories on relationship and parenting to be helpful. Ms. Obama writes about her relationship with her husband:

Our love is not perfect, but it’s real and we’re committed to it. This particular certainty sits parked like a grand piano in the middle of every room we enter. We are, in many ways, very different people, my husband and I. He’s a night owl who enjoys solitary pursuits. I’m an early bird who loves a crowded room. In my opinion, he spends too much time golfing. In his opinion, I watch too much lowbrow TV. But between us, there’s a loving assuredness that’s as simple as knowing the other person is there to stay, no matter what. This is what I think people pick up on in those photos: that tiny triumph we get to feel, knowing that despite having spent half our lives together now, despite all the ways we aggravate each other and all the ways we are different, neither one of us has walked away. We’re still here. We remain.

My wife and I have been married for almost 15 years and neither one of us has walked away. We’re still holding our hands to walk together on this road of life. Ms. Obama’s parenting experience also hits come to home. She shares:

As a parent, you are always fighting your own desperation not to fail at the job you’ve been given. There are whole industries built to feed and capitalize on this very desperation, from baby brain gyms and ergonomic strollers to SAT coaches. It’s like a hole that can’t ever be filled. And as a great many parents in the United States struggle with the high cost of childcare (which can consume about 20 percent of an average worker’s salary), the stresses only grow. You can become convinced that if you pull back even a little, thanks to one tiny advantage you didn’t figure out how to provide or afford, you’ve potentially doomed your own child.

I’m sorry to say that this doesn’t end with any one milestone, either. The desperation doesn’t go away when your kid learns to sleep or walk, or goes off to kindergarten, or graduates from high school, or even moves into their first apartment and buys a set of steak knives. You will still worry! You will still be afraid for them! As long as you are still breathing you’ll be wondering if there’s something more you can do. The world will forever seem infinitely more sinister and dangerous when you have a child, even a grown one, walking around in it. And most of us will do nearly anything to convince ourselves that we’ve got even a modicum of control. Even now, my husband, the former commander in chief, can’t help but to text cautionary news stories to our daughters-about the dangers of highway driving or walking alone at night. When they moved to California, he emailed them a lengthy article about earthquake preparedness and offered to have Secret Service give them a natural-disaster-response briefing. (This was met with a polite “No thanks.”)

Caring for your kids and watching them grow is one of the most rewarding endeavors on earth, and at the same time it can drive you nuts.

The Light We Carry has the self-improvement aspect to it. I find it a bit of a drag to read at times, but it also offers some useful advice. I am not going to pick up knitting anytime soon, but I’ll try to relax a bit on parenting advice. I hope the kids will turn out OK.