When I changed Vương’s diaper last Monday night, I discovered his penis was swelling. I freaked out and called his pediatrician. One of the on-call nurses advised me to take him to the children emergency room. My wife and I brought him in around 11 PM. The infection didn’t seem to bother him. He behaved well in the ER. He was diagnosed with Balanoposthitis. We didn’t get home until 1:30 AM. We were not sure how he got it, but we were thankful that he was doing fine.

I realize that I haven’t written about our him in a while. He’s two and a half years old now. He still smiles often. Because he is always surrounded by his older brothers, he develops fast. He talks a lot and can form complete sentences. He wants to join his older brothers with whatever they are into. As a result, he skips all the activities for his age. For example, he doesn’t play with toy trains like his brothers used to. On the other hand, he’s too young to ice skate; therefore, he often stayed with his mom while the rest of us hit the rink. I tried to train him, but he wanted to get out of the rink as soon as I put him in. I’ll reintroduce him when he’s ready.

With the pandemic, we haven’t thought about enrolling him into daycare. With my mother-in-law’s help, we have managed to keep the kids home. He enjoys being around his brothers and cousins. Just witnessing him play, laugh, and grow has helped me getting through the challenging time. He helped me stay grounded. I can’t do anything for my parents, but I definitely can do something for my kids. They are the focus of my life. They are the reason I have to move forward. I have the responsibility to raise them with the best of my ability and my resources. I don’t know how well they will turn out, but I hope that they can be happy with whatever direction they’ll heading into.

President Gregory Washington addresses the senseless act of violence in Atlanta:

To the Asian communities at George Mason University, I offer this: Mason is your home, and you are loved and supported here. Your safety and sense of belonging are of utmost importance to everyone. As always, our personnel are on watch to ensure your security and wellbeing, so you can resume what you came here to do: to simply learn, live, and grow to your fullest potential.

The day Dr. Washington became our president, he has been outspoken on racism. He has created the Task Force on Anti-Racism and Inclusive Excellence to address these issues. I appreciate his effort and I am proud to be part of the Mason nation.

My heart breaks for our sisters who were murdered in Atlanta, Georgia. This is a hate crime fueled by white supremacy and racism against Asian Americans. We need to address these dangerous hates.

Since the pandemic, anti-Asian violence has escalated to 150%. Asian Americans across the country have been living in fear for being targeted. We have been mocked as the “Kung Flu.” We have been harassed in public. Our businesses have been vandalized. Our seniors have been attacked for simply walking on the streets in broad daylight. Our women have been sexualized, fantasized, beaten, and shot.

These hateful acts need to be condemned. Let’s come together as a nation to #stopAsianHate.

It’s only March and my blog has gone through three iterations. I am making changes to my website once a month. I can’t help myself. Whenever I acquired a new typeface, I want to put it to use immediately and my personal website is the perfect place to do so.

Last week I purchased Every, designed by Anita Jürgeleit, not only because it is such a damn fine typeface, but it also supports Vietnamese. I am setting the body text for this blog with Every Micro and I am using its thin instead of regular weight. It is a risky choice for readability, but I am going for it.

For the blog titles, I am using Job Clarendon, designed by David Jonathan Ross in collaboration with Bethany Heck. Job Clarendon is also released in March for Font of the Month Club. I always loved Clarendon and this interpretation is striking, especially its Vietnamese diacritics.

For user interface and small text, I am keeping Name Sans, designed by Stephen Nixon, from the previous iteration. I also keep Recursive Mono, also by Nixon, for coding samples.

The layout stays the same. Black text on white background for light mode and white text on black background for dark mode. There’s no switching button between dark and light mode. It all depends on the visitors’ preference set on their device.

Lastly, the wordmark has a bit of motion. A red light moves through each letter letters. I am just having fun with the SVG.

My wife said that I have way too much time on my hand. Of course, she’s being sarcastic. I was working on my website late at night when I was supposed to be sleeping. It’s my passion as well as profession to keep my skills sharp.

Last Monday, my sister-in-law clogged her kitchen sink. After her husband tried to snake it unsuccessfully, he called a local plumber. When I asked them about the price, I was stunned. The plumber charged them $600 (with $100 discount) to unclog it. The process probably took less than half an hour.

Last Friday, a long-time client’s website broke. They asked me for help. After checking out their site, I predicted something went wrong with the SSL certificate. The browsers kept throwing out the unsafe warning. It took me several hours to figure out what happened. It turned out that their hosting provider had changed the DNS. The host sent out a notification, but my client ignored it. They didn’t realize it would affect their site. The host also installed a SSL self certificate, which caused the browsers to freak out.

I updated the DNS and replaced the self certificate with a Cloudflare certificate (Cloudflare rocks). When I fixed the issues and notified them, they simply replied with “thank you” without mentioning any compensation. I sat on it for a day and decided to send them the bill for my work. If a plumber charged $700 to fix an urgent issue, I shouldn’t feel bad charging the client for the time I put in. If the issues could be fixed in half an hour or less, I wouldn’t charge my client, especially if the client is just an individual. This particular client, however, is a small business. They can easily pay for the time I had spent fixing their website. I sent them the bill and they had no issue paying for it.

I am suck at doing business. That’s why my freelance gig hadn’t gone too well. I thought of doing freelance full time, but I will definitely fail. I don’t have the business mentality in me. I take on freelance projects because I am passionate about web design. I just don’t like the business side of it. I hesitated to charge for my services. When people charged me for their services, on the other hand, they showed no mercy.

I need to step up my game. If I am going to provide the services, I might as well get the pay I deserve. I didn’t charge $700 even for the several hours I spent. My price was very reasonable. I often hesitated to call a technician to the house because they would charge a ridiculous fee. As a result, I tried to fix it myself first via YouTube. A couple of years ago, a plumber inspected my house and recommended I replace three toilets. They were going to charge me $600 to $700 to replace each. I couldn’t afford to pay two grants to replace them and they were still working fine. I replaced one myself because it kept clogging up and I got tired of plunging it. I did it for the first time and the process was easy. A decent toilet cost around $150 to $200 and they were going to charge me $500 to $550 for an hour to replace a toilet. That’s simply crazy. I do not want my clients to feel that way; therefore, I tried to make it as fair as possible so my clients do not feel they were being ripped off.

I wish I could make the amount of money that I don’t have to to worry about paying for these types of services. I recalled the founder of Slack talked about the levels of wealths. The first level is when you don’t have to worry about paying bills like student loans and credit cards. The second level is when you don’t have to worry about the price at the restaurants. The third level is when you don’t have to worry about the price when you take vacations and travels. I don’t know where home-fixing services fit in, but they give me anxiety. Imagine if you make $10 an hour and you have to pay $700 for half an hour to unclog your kitchen sink. How do you justify something like that? I would just order from McDonald’s dollar menu until the damn sink unclogs itself.

Katherine Standefer’s life had changed completely when she was diagnosed with a genetic arrhythmia. She went from climbing mountains and teaching skiing to being inactive and carrying a defibrillator. Her experience living with a titanium box inside her body is so hard to read. In addition to her own health, Standefer writes about the environmental impact and the exploitation of low-pay workers to create the ICD device. Standefer also delves into the issue of our healthcare system and how her life could have been in jeopardy without Obamacare. The ending is quite shocking and I do not want to give it away. This is an eye-opening, heart-braking, and soul-crushing medical memoir. I love it and highly recommend it.

Xuân and I started our first ice skating class last Tuesday. I enrolled Xuân in the second level for toddlers. He did really well even though he didn’t take the first level. He followed his coach’s instructions and he was able to do forward and backward swizzles. He enjoyed his first lesson with three other kids around his age. They looked so adorable and made ice skating look easy.

I began the Gamma level with the same instructor from the previous class. Two fellow classmates returned, but one lady didn’t. We had two new ladies join our group. On the first day, our instructor threw a lot at us. We had to skate on our edges (left and right, inside and outside, forward and backward). Then she launched into the 3-turn technique on one foot. I could barely turn 180-degree on two feet.

On Wednesday, I took Đạo and Đán to practice and spent an hour and fifteen minutes on just trying to do a left-180 turn with both feet. I didn’t get too far. I kept on tripping. I went home, searched up on YouTube, and found a video from coach Mary Dung Nguyễn. Her instructions were easy to follow and she demonstrated the 3-turn with effortlessness.

After a long day of work on Thursday, I went to the rink myself since the kids went over to their cousin’s house to play. I practiced turning 180-degree with just my right foot. After about half an hour, I found my groove and it just worked. What I have found fascinating about ice skating is that your body just goes with the flow once you get it. I also discovered that my left foot is even better than my right foot even though I always started out with my right foot. Once I have the right foot down, I can easily transfer over to my left.

I hardly walk or jog anymore. I am not the type that workout in the gym; therefore, skating is my form of exercise for the moment. I still have a lot to learn and I like the challenge. I am the oldest student in the group and probably even older than my coach. Like Art Blakey said, “I’m gonna stay with the youngsters. When these get too old I’ll get some younger ones. Keeps the mind active.”

Đán is doing better in virtual school. He participated more in class discussions. He just needed to be reminded to stay focused, but he has become more independent. He did well on a math test yesterday with his teacher’s help reading the questions to him. For language art, he wrote two poems yesterday. The first one was in an acrostic form. He wrote about sushi:

Sashimi
Uncooked
Salmon
Hot and spicy and
I love it.

He also wrote a Haiku about nature:

Trees come from nature
They are good for human beings
Please don’t chop them down.

Đạo is stepping up his poetic game as well. He wrote one yesterday about dragons:

Dragons are big, dragons are strong
Green, red, bronze, and grey
They always come to ruin the day
When you’re just having fun
They come and scorch
Until your home is gone
Then they make a home
With gold to show
Then frost sets in,
You turn your head
Blue, white, sapphire, silver
Ice and fire flies
They fight for silver
They fight for gold
One by one
The beasts fall
You hear static
Then you look
Amethyst, black, copper, and deep blue
Here comes the rarest of them all
Lightning lights up the night
Making the cool night, hot as day
Then they say, “Hey let’s stop”
“So we can catch some zs”.

I am impressed. Well done, boys!

While reading Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai’s The Mountain Sings, I highlighted all the tục ngữ (Vietnamese proverbs) she had incorporated throughout the novel. I loved her straightforward translations of these proverbs. For example, she translated “Có công mài sắt có ngày nên kim” as “Perseverance grinds iron into needles.” These are simple proverbs, but a translator has to know both languages well to make the translation accurate and relatable.

I have wanted to put together a project for these Vietnamese proverbs with English translations for while, but couldn’t find the time or the right typeface. Last week when Anita Jürgeleit released Every, I found a perfect match. For this project, I wanted to connect a talented Vietnamese author who had written a beautiful, poignant novel with a skillful German type designer who had created an elegant typeface.

Every typeface feels just right for typesetting everyday’s Vietnamese proverbs. I wanted to show the contrast between macro and micro sizes of Every. I also pulled the colors from the book cover for the background. Take a look. I hope you’ll find something inspirational.

Sunday evening I drove the kids home after spending two hours at the skatepark. The kids (Đạo, Đán, and Khôi) were talking about going back to school in person. As we passed the cemetery where my father-in-law’s buried, Đán said, “I missed my friends from school because of the pandemic. I also lost bà nội (grandma) from the pandemic.” I wept a little.

I try to remember my mother from all the wonderful memories we had together. From the sound of her voice to the beauty of her smile, I can still feel her close to me. Unfortunately, my mind automatically returns to the horrid images of her battling for her life. Her ballooned face and crooked mouth trapped on the ventilator have burnt into my brain.

The guilts, the regrets, the rages, the pains, and the sorrows are inescapable. They creep up on me any time of the day. This morning, I woke up and just missed her terribly. I couldn’t get out of bed. I couldn’t read. I just wanted to pull out my phone and write about her.

With work and the kids, I try to stay busy, but I still can’t move on. I gave up on the words from Buddha. I was hoping they would help me, but I just couldn’t overcome the miseries inside of me. She had passed, but I still am struggling to accept the reality that COVID-19 killed her. Given the number of people all around the world who have died from COVID-19, it’s a selfish thought, but why my mother? Of course I know the reason. I just still can’t get over it.

There was nothing I could have done for her. It’s all over now. Why do I keep agonizing over it? I am just making myself suffer and depress. I fucking know that, but I can’t help it. The more I try to put the past behind me, the more it haunts me. I miss her too damn much.