Category Archives: Scribbles

Reprise: Library of Vietnam

Now here’s a cool Vietnam veterans project I read about in the current issue of VVA Veteran: The Library of Vietnam.

It’s a string of childrens libraries, with books, computers and Internet connections, mainly across the middle of the country (the northern end of the former Republic of South Viet Nam), financed, stocked and built by American and Vietnamese veterans and others who want to help and are able to donate money and/or time. Begun by one Americal Division veteran, Francis (Chuck) Theusch, who got the idea from a Vietnamese interpreter while visiting the My Lai massacre memorial in 1999. A good excuse to revive this haunting song.

I Ask You

Google translations, especially of Vietnamese, can be weird.

This one for Hoi Anh Hoi Em, a beautiful duet by Đặng Thế Luân & Băng Tâm, seems to have acquired a few unintended words. But who knows? The meaning comes through. More or less. The music is worth the struggle with the words.

I asked him how much love or hate brings grief,
Russian team when they are separated each other passionately loved,
together for a day on the way back,
Road to the joys of love in his mind melting

He asked me why I had fun when life also sad,
infantry fire are also divided many people as we live separated,
elderly parents and children to find the bullets,
night night sweet wife and her mother lived in the flat

Oh what is pleasing to each other when mother earth still live happy
do not fire the blood, the moon is not fading off to sleep late
European morning fire on high.

Children in the capital a love him and wait,
I’m in remote border lobe injury on helpless children are living,
Lord God for the rain on the sunny dry fire
two children to love like flowers bloom in the right season

The album is here.

All’s well in Israel

I’m still jet-lagged, which means I yawn all day, but am trying to stick to Snoopy’s advice of not taking naps and waiting until 10 p.m. to go to bed.

A world traveler himself, he says the jet lag may linger until I’m ready to go home. I hope not, but if so, I’ll deal with it.

Weather here is mild, chilly nights, warmish days. Forecast is for warming into the 80s by Monday or so.

I managed to get sunburned yesterday at Caesarea, north of Tel Aviv, beside the Mediterranean surf. Interesting Roman, Byzantine, Arab, and Crusader ruins. Lots of Russian, Canadian and Japanese tourists. Snoop says there are fewer non-Jewish American tourists these days because of what Israelis call “the situation,” which speaks for itself. Though most of the country is peaceful and very green this time of year.

So far we have been to Ben-Gurion’s desert home at Kibbutz Sde Boker, in the Negev, where it actually rained while we were there, for a wonder. Rainfall there averages a little better than an inch a year. Lots of vineyards, however. Grapes grow well there.

Then yesterday, after Caesarea, Snoop’s connections (he is a physicist, his wife is a chemist) got us a tour of the Weizmann Institute, which does basic scientific research in a variety of fields. We saw the Weizvac, Israel’s first computer, which ran on vacuum tubes, and its successor, the smaller but more powerful Golem, built two years before the discovery of the transistor, which led to where we are today—posting travelogues on the Web.

Today we’re off to the Diaspora Museum in Tel Aviv, to try to get a handle on a possible Portuguese Jewish ancestor of mine, and later, sightseeing in the port city of Jaffa. Tomorrow a longer drive to the Golan Heights, stopping along the way at Tiberias and Safed, near the Kinneret (Sea of Galilee), for some old synagogues I want to see.

Once I figure out how to download some photos onto this little Dell netbook of mine (assuming it has enough memory) I’ll try to post a picture.

Reprise: VN vet understatement

“I’ve passed the memorial in D.C. but never visited. More often I pass the one in NYC, but there too I avoid it.  It’s my way of remembering I guess.”

–Anonymous

Omri Casspi

Mr. Boy always has liked the Sacramento Kings, however woeful their record—hey, when you’re a Rangers fan you learn all you need to know about defeat.

But he now has a brand new reason: Omri Casspi, a second-year forward and the first Israeli player in the NBA—with a growing fan base, too, which I hope won’t ever have to do battle with the anti-Israel left.

Kindle books at $1

Well, 99 cents, actually, but it’s easier to write a $ sign and a 1. The point is that $1 books are taking over ebook sales at Amazon:

“A few years ago there were just two $1 items in the [Amazon] Top 100. Today, there are 34. The top 4 spots are at $1. [Seven] out of the Top 10 are at $1.

“The signs couldn’t be clearer. Customers want the [publishing] efficiency [of ebooks] to be shared with them – and they’re richly rewarding authors and developers who are eliminating their fear and greed and going with a customer friendly and profit friendly $1.”

Works for me, though I’ll still pay $10 for an ebook if I really want it, but I’m trying to break myself of the habit. The $1 books just make more sense, especially for unknown authors.

The low price helps entice readers to take a chance on someone they never heard of, and many of those unknowns, ahem, write good stuff. That’s why I lowered Knoxville 1863 and Leaving the Alamo to 99 cents each.

Memorializing the slain

Memorial service scheduled at 7 tonight at Congregation Agudas Achim at the J, for the murdered Fogel family of Itamar, an Orthodox Jewish settlement in the West Bank: Udi, 36, top right; Ruth, 35, top left; L-R bottom, Elad, 4, Yudi, 11, and Hadas, three months.

They were massacred in their home at night while they were sleeping. They were stabbed to death, or had their throats cut, except the infant girl, who was decapitated.

Most Western media have ignored the killings or marginalized them with brief yes-but articles. Ever shilling for the Palestinians, no matter what they do. Anti-Semitism is on the rise? You best believe it.

That’s one reason the J has a guarded gate, staffed by armed off-duty cops.