Saturday, February 20, 2010

Dude... uh why's your name spelled differently than it sounds??

That's what an Indian guy asked me at work today (Friday).  He meant no harm; it was curiosity.  In fact, it's not the first time this question has been asked.  Some you know how to pronounce it because I've told you.  Others know it because they know some other Vietnamese person with Nguyen in their name ("oh yeah, your name looks like the same name as this guy from work...").

The short explanation is that my name is pronounced exactly as it should be pronounced - in Vietnamese.  The twist is that the Vietnamese language uses different phonetics than English (so does French, Spanish, German, etc.).  You shouldn't apply English phonetics to it; that's where you go wrong.  The same applies elsewhere - the word "yo" in English would be pronounced "jo" by a Spanish speaker, and the French pronunciation of "bus" would sound like how we say the word "boost." 

I wonder how many of you know the long explanation.  Even you fellow Viets.  I'll write it here.  It has to do the White Man from Europe and his colonial ways......

Let me start with a little history lesson. Vietnam's history dates back to the first millenium BCE (yes, a bit before the 1960's).  The history is rather hazy during this period.  What we do know is that over time, various groups of southern Chinese people settled the Red River delta area (where present-day Hanoi is located).  They became known as Viet people.  In 258 BCE, they established a new kingdom called Au Lac.  The Chinese were the big kids on the block, and they weren't so keen on Viet people establishing their own nation.  Who would, ya know?  Why not take it over for yourself?  Pho shizzo!  In 207 BCE, a Chinese general conquered Au Lac, proclaiming the kingdom his own.  He renamed it as Nam Viet, which essentially means "the Viets in the South."  The Chinese Han Dynasty rulers still didn't like this idea of an independent nation though.  They invaded, and Nam Viet became a province of China in 111 BCE.  It remained a Chinese province for a thousand years.  That's probably how my people learned Kung Fu.

The majority of Vietnam's years were spent as a under the rule of a major power.  First it was the Chinese.  Then the French, from 1887-1954.  Then it was fighting the threat of the Communists or Americans, depending on how you spin it.  Vietnam is a nation of oppressed people who have fought for their independence for over two thousand years.

Ok, what does all this history have to do with language?  Sorry, I had to give you some (long-winded) context. Despite the rule of foreign powers, the Viet people, culture, and language have remained distinct the whole time.  The Vietnamese spoken language was present in Au Lac, during the Chinese years, and of course today.  I'm sure things have evolved, and the language has inherited words from other languages (especially Chinese).  Linguists call it a Mon-Khmer language, a monosyllabic language that is similar to what is spoken in present-day Laos or Cambodia.

Although spoken Vietnamese has been intact, what's interesting is the written Vietnamese language.  From what I can tell (with my mucho extensive research haha), it doesn't look like there was ever a original written Vietnamese language.  Maybe it had to do with Au Lac only lasting 50 years.  When the Chinese took over, they pretty much mandated the use of Chinese characters for everything (and "Han-Viet" was spoken for official purposes).  A modified version of Chinese script called Chu nom was created.  I'm guessing that this is the script used on this stone stele photo to the right.  Thus the first written form of the Vietnamese language was actually Chinese!  Chu nom was used from the Chinese times all the way til the early 20th century. 

Let's fast-forward a little and introduce the White Man.  The Vietnamese finally kicked out the Chinese 938 CE.  Following this, Vietnam enjoyed about a thousand years of autonomous rule by several dynasties of rulers.  In the 17th Century CE, as you probably know, the major European powers decided to compete for power by colonizing the rest of the world.  One of their major weapons was missionaries, spreading the word of God and the influence of the Catholic Church.  This happened in Vietnam too.  A couple Portuguese missionaries came up with a spelling system that uses Roman characters (abcdefg) to represent what they heard in spoken Vietnamese.  Makes sense, right?  Gotta figure out a way to understand the words used by the primitive, godless, native folk.  So... if you had to blame particular White Men, blame these two dudes.  Who in their right mind, Portuguese or not, would come up with "Nguyen" as a spelling??  Who would use multiple accent marks on top of a single letter?? These guys did.  But it wasn't just their fault.  They probably just scribbled down a few notes for their own benefit.  But wait, there's more!  Later on, some French dude named Alexandre de Rhodes expanded upon this system.  We should blame him as much as the Portuguese.  Rhodes created a Vietnamese dictionary, then he transcribed a Bible using this script.  The armies of missionaries used this Romanized system and Vietnamese Bible to convert people to Christianity. Today 10+% of Vietnamese are Catholic, including my family. The photo on the left is the Notre Dame Cathedral in Saigon.

For a couple hundred years, the Romanized script was used in a limited fashion - mostly for religious purposes. The French came in the 19th Century.  At first, I'm sure it was friendly. Check out our fabulous clothing and outrageous accents!  Let's trade, let's learn about each other, let's meet your lovely women!  And pass the opium please.  The Vietnamese language picked up some cool French words too.  Coffee is "cafe" in French and "ca phe" in Vietnamese.  A cup is "tasse" in French and "tat" in Vietnamese.  A shirt is "chemise" in French and "so mi" in Vietnamese.  Neat eh?  We picked up some artistic and architectural influences too.  The photo to the left is City Hall in Saigon.  Looks slightly French, no?  Btw, you should check out the French movie Indochine, if you want a glimpse of this period.


After a while, it became rather clear that the French wanted more than just to trade.  Maybe it was the gunships opening fire (under the direct orders of - guess who - Napoleon Bonaparte).  It took them about 30 years, but the French finally won in 1887.  The whole region of present-day Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia became known as French Indochina.  Everything became French-ified.  The photo on the right is Da Lat, a lovely hillside resort town that was built by the French.  The Romanized script, now known as Quoc Ngu, came to life during this period.  In 1910, Quoc Ngu became the official written language of the country.  Bye bye Chinese characters!  This script certainly helped the French establish more control and assimilate better.  My dad, who grew up during the late French period, went to a French-speaking school and learned history about "us" - the French, and "them" - colonies like Vietnam.  Vietnam has used the Quoc Ngu script ever since. 

In spite of the unfortunate means by which the French took power, many people today - including my parents - view the switch to Roman characters as being positive.  Vietnam had always had low literacy rates.  The French colonization efforts and use of Romanized script dramatically improved education and literacy in Vietnam.  I would certainly be more illiterate in Vietnamese today if I had to learn Chinese characters. 

Now you know how Vietnamese is spoken in this funny sing-song sort of language but is spelled using Roman characters and employs a different phonetic system.  I.e., why my name doesn't sound like it's spelled, although it really does sound like it's spelled if you understood Quoc Ngu.  I just with those Portuguese missionary dudes made it even simpler.  It also feels a bit sad knowing that your language never had its own original written form, since its two written forms came from foreign occupiers.

You probably have other questions, like "why is your first name like other people's last names?"  And "why is everyone named Nguyen?"  And "why is it such a sing-song sort of language?"  I'll get to those some other time.  For now, I must go to bed.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Sonnet Banh Mi (The Vietnamese Sandwich)

Shall I compare you to sandwich Subway?
You are more crisp, you are more full of flavor
I dream of having you to taste each day
Each bite is like the gods did me a favor
The crunch of bread, the soft warm dough inside
Pate ambrosia, so rich, so thick, so fine
Cold meats, a-sliced, leaving me all tongue-tied
The sweet, the spicy, the pleasure is all mine
I've searched the world for every sign of you
You are so rare, untouched by almost all
If I were rich, there's one thing I would do
I'd sell you in a shop in every mall
You're pure delight, you fill my soul with glee
My life's last wish would be a bite of thee

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Lots of website updates, plus the return of the blog!

Hi all,

After a long hiatus full of laziness, I decided to update discopalace.com again.  You'll see lots of updates to the photos section especially.  I also decided to bring back the blog from blogspot.  Stay tuned for blog entries, assuming I can come up with something interesting to talk about :)

Btw, does anyone know how to import Yelp reviews onto your blog?

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Justine and Nick's photoshoot

 

Last weekend, I did a photo shoot for my friends Justine and Nick. They are celebrating an anniversary and wanted some pictures of themselves together. They also wanted the photos to be highlighted by scenic Chicago as a backdrop. Aren’t they just a lovely couple? :)

Click the photo above for the slideshow, or here for the pics on Flickr:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/discopalace/sets/72157622008873093/

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Grand Tetons at Jackson Lake


I just noticed this photo on my hard drive. I had not posted it online before. The original photo was a bit washed out due to haze, so I probably ignored it.

Now that I've discovered the magic of HDR processing, I find that I can do a lot more to photos that were originally not very good. In this case, I was able to preserve the lightness and detail of the mountains yet apply a darker exposure to the sky and lake. This gives you a scene which much better contrast - no haze at all. Et voila - not a bad shot now! :)

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Top Chicago dishes: Guacamole at Frontera Grill

Today's top ten dish has been high on my list for a long time: the Guacamole at Frontera Grill (website). Frontera Grill is one of Chicago's top restaurants, owned by superstar chef Rick Bayless. There's no surprise that a dish from this restaurant would make it to a top ten list. Yet I bet you may have been surprised that a simple dish such as guacamole (and not the other wondrous items on Frontera's menu) would be the one.

If you talk to someone from Mexico, he/she would tell you that guacamole is everywhere, and everyone can make it. But Frontera's guacamole is special. After you eat it, no guacamole is the same. I'm sure part of the secret is the use of top quality avocados (how do you get good ones all year long??). And perhaps it's their blend of ingredients such as sun-dried tomatoes. Whatever it is, you're in heaven when you eat it. And to top it off, it's just an appetizer to one of the best quality (and not terribly expensive) meals you can get in Chicago.

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Friday, June 13, 2008

Marilyn Kesler's Opus

Last weekend, I went back to my home town of Okemos, MI to attend my orchestra teacher's retirement party and concert. One could wonder what's so special about one teacher, but Marilyn Kesler was just that special. She turned a sleepy suburban town's orchestra program into one of the best. She gave me an outlet for my musical interests and provided a community of like-minded musicians for me to grow up with.

The weekend was a great tribute to Marilyn's career. Here's a Lansing State Journal article about her. There was a nice retirement dinner, of course. But the big thing was the concert. Over 100 alumni, spanning her 42 years of teaching in Okemos, came back to play a three hour concert for her. There were around ten soloists performing in the concert. We put together an alumni symphony orchestra and played three pieces as well. One of these days, I will scan the program and put it online.

I didn't originally plan on playing in the concert. I hadn't touched a violin in over a decade. But during the retirement dinner, old friends convinced me to play. How could you turn them down? The experience turned out to be great. Luckily my friend Brad had an extra old violin in his parents' basement. I was a bit surprised by being able to play. I was able to play the pieces without having seen the music before the day of the concert. I think I played mostly with the right rhythm and in tune. And I remembered a bunch of little things, like various bow techniques and watching the conductor for tempo changes and dramatic effects.

It was amazing to see how many people ended up becoming professional musicians. There were many music professors, members of professional orchestras, and teachers who came to the event. I did not choose a musical career, but it was great seeing friends who did. Sometimes I wish I had the love and the tenacity to do it; I greatly admire those who have such qualities.

The best thing for me was just having a chance to be with this musical community one last time. I saw many old friends at the events. We played together, with Ms. Kesler, every school day for seven years in a row (6th-12th grade). How many teachers did you have who taught you for so long?

I have so many fond memories of music-related things during school. Not only did I do orchestra - I was also a part of the Suzuki program, and I took private lessons. I fondly remember staying after school on Fridays for Suzuki - playing euchre in the hallways, killing time on my friend's Nintendo, and playing Suzuki repertoire pieces as a group during "play-in." I remember going to my lessons with a sense of dread most of the time, fearing that I didn't practice hard enough. My teachers had us play in recitals pretty often. Once during a recital, I drew my bow too far that it popped in the air. Luckily I caught it and was poised enough to continue. I attended a few string camps too. In one camp at Michigan State University, I got to know some of the music stars from neighboring schools. At another camp, I got to experience freedom far from home while playing fun music with other kids from all over the region. We traveled a bit too. There were various solo and orchestra competitions to go to, not to mention trips to places like Chicago and even Germany. Over the weekend, we reminisced about some antics we pulled on these trips, such as short-sheeting other people's beds and playing "superman" in the hallways of a German high school.

Why do I mention these things? At the concert, I heard all these great things that Marilyn Kesler did for my school's orchestra program. I can't top those stories. What I can contribute is my memories of these great times. It wasn't just Marilyn Kesler. Kesler formed the community and brought so much good talent here, but other individuals also made an impact on me personally. Shirley Ploughman (Waverly school district) helped foster my interest in music at an early age in elementary school. Elizabeth Febba (Waverly) got me started in violin in the 4th grade. Jan Burchman was my first private teacher and my first Okemos teacher. And Lyman Bodman was the teacher who helped me elevate my violin playing to a higher level. The last two teachers have passed away; I don't know about the first two. But I hold all their memories dear to my heart. If any of you are reading this (on the internet or in the afterlife), my sincere thanks!!!

P.S... I think I'm going to start playing my violin again. I haven't touched it in so many years. But a few months ago, I took it out of my parents' basement. It's now sitting in my bedroom, close to my bed, but untouched. Stay tuned for future blog posts about my violin...