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My daughter, on the occasion of May 6 (King Charles), asked if I wanted to be King. No thank you. Just want to be myself, I replied. To be King in today’s world – post Cold War, post Covid world? Long time ago, folks lived within walking distance. Feudalism and Lordism. Land and letters. Today,…
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First, you’ve got to let go. All of it: pre-conception, pre-judging, fear and Likes (by peer). Once I survived a class on Survival in the Wilderness. Last week final? White Mountain, NH. Rain on the tent. Solo. Peanut butter. Nothing and no one around. Just silence. Sound of the wood. Of my inner self (a…
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That year, George had his first solo. Top of the chart. We got Hit Parade, which was the equivalent of my Farmer’s Almanac. Luckily, next door to us also lived a guitarist. So in love with Rock and Roll that I asked to be shown a few chords ( e.g. the guitar solo part of…
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As a kid, I looked up to my dad: tall, handsome, and well-groomed. I shined his shoes and fetched his coffee. From that vantage point (looking up from the floor), he was a towering figure. An Army discharged, he picked up a Sales/Collection job for various French business relics e.g. Grall Hospital or later Vietnam…
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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…
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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 Discarded as in Library withdrawn.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…
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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…
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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…
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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,…
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