Thang Nguyen 555
Cultures on Collision Course
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So this is what it must have felt like here in the US, back then in late March 1975, when South Vietnam dominoes started to fall. An anxious public, a rumbling press and an apathetic student (anti-war) body…all glued to a 19-inch television set. From Tom Hayden to Jane Fonda, from the Rolling Stone to…
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Genocides and atrocities have exterminated millions of our people. In the name of carrying out policies. Then we have this “democratised” taking of lives during the pandemic. People of all races, classes and genders (and now age groups) died. All formed a United Nation of Ghosts…with General Assembly and Articles of Condemnation. They seek to…
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A team of 19 – strong arms and strong will – students of Architecture and Aerospace – came to attack. A decade later, a team of equal or even more dedication – strong arms and strong will – came to take out the master-mind: OBL. One side memorised the Koran, the other side overheard Jesus…
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They used what was available to them (terracotta)…in the time frame allotted to them (40 years) to leave behind traces of greatness…a glimpse beyond the transient and impermanence. In so doing, they left their marks (Qi dynasty) and stayed true to their aspiration (Mandate of Heaven). Each culture and country appoints ministers of Communication and…
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All that loving…longing…even lusting. First the corner store owner. Then the jewelry store couple. Amidst counting their silver coins and bitcoins. Leaving their inventory behind. Their relatives behind. And their retail customers bewildered. Stores closed. Finished. The end. Never got to do Sinatra’s “My Way”. Never got to take that trip of a lifetime Never…
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It took time to grow roots. To re-establish one’s self. It’s more true in big cities. Like Saigon. Pearl of the Orient. 10 miilion strong. All crammed in. Food vendors, office workers, service workers, factory workers…. Now gone. Home. In a spontaneous urban exodus. Leaving behind a trail of broken dreams. Fleeing is what I…
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““For those heading to an airport,” the 9/11 Commission report stated, “weather conditions could not have been better for a safe and pleasant journey.” The 8:51 a.m. temperature reading was 68°F at Central Park, 72°F at La Guardia, and 73°F at both JFK and Newark Airports.” A good day to fly or die as any. Twenty…
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First were the explorers…Blue-Ocean types who pushed the envelope. Hand-in-hand were the missionaries who hitched the ride…to ends of Earth. After Commerce and Creed, are the Commanders… Gotta to have them, to deal with pirates and prisoners… Then the loot, the merchandise and the money…back into the Capitalists’ coiffeur. There you go. The history of…
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We’ve got to be hurried. Or else. Or else the machine will spell, auto-complete, grammar-ly correct and comment on our and our friends’ postings. They said the machine will take up all the chores (Klara watches over your kid in the Sun), like a lifeguard at the pool, and while at it, offers some advices.…
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The WHO (not the band) started using it – unprecedented – early in 2020. Then it’s been a string of “to mask or not to mask, that is the question”… Then “Happy Birthday” (X2) to wash one’s hands long enough to scrub out the exposed virus… Unprecedented…The whole world now understand care workers and essential…