• Past lives

    Alpha-Omega or reincarnation? Steve Jobs didn’t believe all those talents would disappear in a flash. Many here in Asia believe the same. Hypnotism brings back deep-seated memories in the brain, recalling multiple past lives . Duyen No. L’amour and Debt. No coincidence. Just virtuous or vicious cycle. Spin it baby. Make your choices. Think you are in control?…

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  • The former is negative and the later positive. My landlord commemorates (gio) her husband seventh death anniversary. Seven years of living alone, of magical thinking, to paraphrase Joan Didion’s title. People who died leave behind a trail of tears. Regret, unfinished business, unrealized dream. If only I had taken up guitar lessons. If only I had said…

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  • Top line

    Creme de la creme. And so it goes. Self-actualization (Maslow) meets Application layer (OSI). Voila! Ipod, Iphone, Ipad and Itv. The “I” in the Iproducts. No other word connects more than (I, I, I, I, I). Genius marketing. Stay hungry, stay curious. Marketers are trend spotters. But they need to understand the human animal: survival instincts and herd…

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  • Mojo memory

    Like muscle memory, our mojo could come back if we know how to flex it. Self-reinvention. Press reset. Peak again. Brace for it. Noose’s head. Winning. It’s hard work and threatening to ride the wave once again. Many would rather take the path of least resistance. Play it safe. But the world is crying out for…

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  • Saigon Jazz

    It reminded me of the scene from Woodstock: long-hair kids, guitar, tatoo and scooters. All converged in an alley. Parking was a problem. I asked neighbors to pitch in: it’s a wake for a musician friend who had recently passed away. His students came from My Tho, those with eye-sights and those without. They jammed, they…

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  • Then came the rain

    It rained on the book fair here in Saigon. Word and water don’t mix. But I must admit seeing young readers eager to browse anything and everything, even kissing the note books we handed out, warms my heart. I can relate to why the Happiness Index listed top countries such as Costa Rica and Vietnam. Money might…

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  • Illusions

    Sinatra was famous for his signature song: My Way. We carry the illusion of control, of doing it our way. Is it really so? Do have a choice about our appearance? Our height, our hair? Personalities and purse strings. If only could we nailed down the bad guy, then things would be OK. Will it? People who have…

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  • Holes and gaps

    By now, we realize we were born incomplete. We need one another, like a team that needs complemeting members. Some lack social skills more than others. Most know by now how set the trajectory of their lives are. No more dreaming, tweaking and improving. Yes, occasionally we indulge in fantasy. But those moments are short-lived. Then back…

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  • Eventually

    “If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very brave impartially.…

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  • What do you do when you are awaken in the dark, with trumpet sound out “auld lang sync”? (To te con me danh du). Should we forget the time we picked daisies in the field. Yet that vibration created sensation at the early hour here in Saigon. The departed tried to fight traffic to his/her burial ground.…

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