Distributed Work, Distributed Humanity
Working in isolation started before COVID but the pandemic accelerated it. Through Web3, Crypto Winter, and now AI, I've watched us mistake distributed work for distributed humanity.
Personal reflections on childhood, family, culture, and the moments that shape who we become. Stories from Vietnam, fatherhood, and the quiet lessons life teaches.
Vietnamese heritage, family traditions, parenting, and personal milestones.
Working in isolation started before COVID but the pandemic accelerated it. Through Web3, Crypto Winter, and now AI, I've watched us mistake distributed work for distributed humanity.
AI disruption is coming without coordinated solutions. Historical transitions had survivors and casualties. In the absence of a plan, individual agency and context ownership become survival strategies.
A practitioner's warning to friends who aren't paying attention to AI. The transformation is already here, and most people won't see the punch until it lands.
On turning thirty, becoming a father, and joining a startup, I reflect on sleepless nights, work-life balance, and gratitude for my wife and family who carried me through. This post shares the thoughts I jotted down during those commutes.
For my daughter's first Mid-Autumn Festival, I set out to design and build a dragon lantern from bamboo, Cellophane, and paper. This story captures childhood memories of Tết Trung Thu and the joy of creating something new for Mây Sơn.
Fishing with my brother has always been one of our few shared joys, and it often ends with a meal. In this story, I recall striped bass trips and the Vietnamese way of cooking every part of the fish, from head to fillet to innards.
A memory from my 2008 trip to Viet Nam, revisiting a childhood tradition of searching for rice paddy crabs with my cousin. From mud between my toes to crabs pulled from their underwater caves, this story captures the sensory details, excitement, and nostalgia of rural life.