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Coming of age. Summer 42. Sandy beach. Surf. Dream. Instant memories. Something humbling about the vast expanse. Men and women, hard and soft bodies, clothed and nude. All have walked those beaches. All have pondered and projected toward the unknown. Will i turn out alright! How much time do I have left to live? What…
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She offered me water, from her huge one-gallon container. Hip-hop dancer-trainer, you see. We need water, especially when we dance many sets at a local theme park to entertain and engage visitors. So, you finished the first of the “girl w/ the dragon tattoo?” …..so it went. We broke bread and shared snippets of our…
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I still remember the hype surrounding Google IPO ! Now with Facebook, it’s a deja vu. Anything to stir up and to enliven. We need hope when housing is still in the slump! We can do better! Simply because are wired with survival instincts. One man’s success will trigger a chain of similar success. Innovation tend to cluster. Ours…
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Silicon Valley that is. Palo Alto. The hype, the anticipation and burst. Dream and dread. It’s here for the taking. You game? Pine trees and even banana trees. Years ago, one would see Vietnamese technicians and Indian engineers. Now, the work is mostly outsourced and off shored. The design and creative work are still here. But…
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We used to lie on the floor (absorbing the coolness from the tiles) and listen to “Y0ur Song” , theme of that time’s radio broadcast. That’s my siesta as I can recall. Older brother used Hit Parade, with Elvis Presley on the cover. My friend, meanwhile, laminated his vinyl album (James Taylor). We have just met over…
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We move between chaos and control. For those who experience Saigon traffic, the dance takes it to another level: randomness. A tour bus made its final stop in front of a hotel. Tourists stepped down, immediately, with cameras (little did they know, traffic like this is all too common). Rain and randomness. Control and chaos, coexist. That’s just one aspect…
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What would you do if you hit the PowerBall jackpot? Paul Allen, Idea Man, had several ideas: space travel, mind mapping and music. What would you do if you had no money at all? You would day-dream (travel inside your mind), visualize what you would do if you had money (like Charlie Chaplin, leaning out of the…
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Just as soon as it is unbearably hot, it rains. The season turns. All we are is Dust in the Wind, sings the Kansas. But before that, one more stanza. Take it to the limits. What are the chances for some friends to turn to the guy sitting next to him at a random cafe,…
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