November 18, 2008

Spent a week in Los Angeles urban camping with my brother for his 32nd birthday. Here are my favorite shots from my brief visit. Credit to Sheryl Crow, "If it Makes You Happy."

Los Angeles from dao nguyen on Vimeo.

November 04, 2008

Where Are The Keys?

In Transit from Dallas To Houston

I spent the weekend at my parents. It's always a mixed feeling experience; leisure of seeing my other, siblings, and nephew, and pain because my dad can make critical comments about the slightest things. The worst this visit being a n outburst about my brother having shaved off his hair. It did not help when later the same day I lost the car keys to make things more complicated my mother's shop keys were attached and I ran over a nail and got a flat tire.

I've had more overwhelming circumstances in my solo travels . What make this particular test more daunting them others however is that I feel I have my dad breathing down my neck the whole time. Oh, I did not mention that I also misplaced both of my mp3 players while working on my dad's ranch.

In times of stress s like this I try my best to pull from it something positive, perhaps a less, I ask myself "what can I use from this, " or learn from this. Oftentimes it I remind myself that it's all relative; some guy in starving in Somalia, this is nothing.

While searching for my missing things I was searching for a connector, a common theme of this had to mean something. I feel experiences are wastes otherwise. One of the reasons I keep this blog is to remind myself of the lessons I've learned in life. I'm a drop out so it's even more important to prove to myself that I can do well in life despite having made that decision. Losing my keys doesn't help with that campaign.

My sister in law offered to take me back to my mom's deli, the last place I remember seeing the keys, and a miracle happened. Evidently, I had dropped them along with my card keys right in front of the deli door. I was ecstatic and thanked my lucky stars. Later that evening my nephew found my music players and I felt like the luckiest guy. Having retrieved these missing items I thought to myself, what else have I misplaced in my life and is there still hope of retrieving this things also? I though of my relationships with certain friends and family members. I've been gone for so long, can I pick up where I left off? Are some things lost forever? beyond replacement and repair? I'd love to hear what you think.

"Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell"
- Dare You To Move from the band Switchfoot

November 01, 2008

Renaissance Man

My Brother, Ken, is a renaissance man. He is an artist, an athlete, a father, an all-around interesting character and I am proud to know him as a brother.