Thang Nguyen 555

Cultures on Collision Course

Author: Thang Nguyen 555

  • Vietnamizing Woodstock

    With Nixon’s Vietnamizing the war, we felt rumbles on the street. What it is, ain’t exactly clear. In the air and airwaves and at outdoor concerts (if any – with air troopers provided security). Vibrations in Haight Street sent shock waves to the streets of Saigon “If you’re going to San Francisco…be sure to wear…

  • Closing in on a lost dream

    Gone. Forgotten. Discarded as in Library withdrawn. Attention span shrinking. Wallet size shrinking. Memories full. No bandwidth left. Everything, all at once. Multi-media, multi-screens (everyone now looks like a Wall Street broker: vertical spreadsheets on multi-screens, multi-tasks\. Somewhere in time, we have morphed: from telescopic living to miniaturizing of everything thanks to Big Tech mini-tasking…

  • Beyond the sea

    I did not know Quan (Ke Huy) drifted from Cho Lon via Hong Kong and then on to the US/USC film school. But I did know a boy on a basket, stuttering even in his own language, with only a pair of tattered shorts on him in Jubilee Camp, Hong Kong the time I was…

  • Me 3.0

    If 2.0 were the American me in the melting pot, 3.0 its machine-verified un-meltable, evolving and accidental. Life throws a curve ball: peak experience intersects decline energy. Yet I don’t expect a director-cut i.e. “one more” ride into the Sunset. Too cliche. Not me who grew up in our war-warped world with long ledger. For…

  • on borrowed time

    Get set! Spring forward. Have faith in the future. We’ll get it back in the Fall. If. Plant a tree. Raise a kid. All faith. All future. That is if fossil fuel fumes don’t get us first. Before the Fall. Before the time we get back that hour. I have seen people who left us,…

  • Fractured image

    Tolstoy once said a man’s life were like a fraction. The larger the denominator (delusion) the smaller the sum of his total (self)….or something like that. The point is: concentrate on expanding one’s numerator, not denominator. I went back to old movies and watched them with new eyes: old B/W ones (Paths of Glory, High…

  • Circular vs singular

    What happened before will happen again (comes back in a full circle). Maybe not. Something that has never happened before might occur someday e.g. singularity. The speed of change, our ability to cope with it (speaking in shorter sentences, if not binary: Yes or No). I grew up waiting for frequent trips to visit our…

  • Dark to Dawn

    I wasn’t stupid. Something was going on. Something happened. Didn’t know what it was. “What’s going on!” “Something is happening here,….what it is ain’t exactly clear”. In the dark. Kept there. Even to the last minute. People were climbing, pushing and shoving. Babies crying. Adults in tears (separation, fear of the unknown, fear of danger,…

  • Cyclo and guitar

    It happened. Oil and water. Mixing. At the tail-end of the war, Vietnam War. Fifty years on. Still, like yesterday. In-class Tet celebration. Co-ed senior high. My last year in Vietnam. Senior panic. Every moment matters. Knowing we would never see each other and be the same. A sense of premonition. An instant reminiscence. As…

  • On its own

    It fell. Gravity. Weight. Collapse. Same with lies and hypocrisy. Hand-me-down and revised version as the Like new norm of “untruth”. One day, all on their own (weight), they collapse. Like a Ponzi scheme. Like Enron (among its mission statements: “respect” and “integrity”). Like 2008’s derivative packaging (S&P at 666 bottoms). Like Theranos (Steve Jobs…