Category: Personal Works


In Brave New World. The first thing that comes to my mind is the sci-fi world of a utopia. Children are no longer given birth to but mass-produced as clones and programmed to their respective roles.  Women do not have to be courted because they offer themselves like sacrificial pieces of meat. The advancement of science and technology is now hailed as religion. There is a set class of society ranging from the “perfect” Alpha males to the bottom-feeding Epsilons.  Brave New World is a place of gratification, orgies and elitism.  That is just the natural of order of things. Brave New World believes heavily in the motto “Community. Identity. Stability.”  Everyone knows their role and blindly upholds this law. However, the later introduction of “The Savage” changes everything. The Savage is viewed as an outcast because he was “birthed.” Thus society treats him as a lesser being. He is different.

Because “The Savage” is different, I visualized the savage as “bigger” and “better” than the high class citizens of Brave New World because he possesses more of a sympathetic and humane quality than they ever could.  As a result I believe it is appropriate for “The Savage” to be the focus of the cover. as he gradually becomes the protagonist of the book. I wanted to highlight him as a different color from the other stick figures that surround him. The color creates a dramatic effect. Red works perfectly because it gives a tone of urgency and “worry.” It also symbolizes how he is isolated from their bourgeois and above the cold-heartedness of Utopia. The computer-generated image of stickman figures also gives the cover that Sci-fi feel, which is perfect for the book cover.

I had a lot of help with this from my VCAR professor who helped with the cement background and the computer generated graphics I found on google made this project very easy. Regardless, I spent a painstaking amount of time  into making this a single communicating element.

It may be intramurals but I take it seriously. There’s nothing like competing in your school league for the ultimate bragging rights to be immortalized in a T-shirt. So my friends and I founded AC Liberty, an intramural team for soccer. Since ACL’s establishment in 2009. One thing you need to know is that we are awesome. 

This goes back  to the time a lot of people wrote us off when we first started. FC Kozmos were the top dogs of the competition. So no team stood a chance. Despite that, we made it to finals our first year. We were also the very first team to ever knock them out in the finals stage.  Unfortunately we disbanded the following year but have returned to glory for 2011.

During a regular season, other teams like to get matching jerseys with goofy team names but I wanted to go further than that. If we were going to get jerseys and be recognized as a legit team, why not create a logo as well?

As a result, I designed  a team emblem and logo so people could identify us as a real soccer club with unique brand image. With the  logo, I took a lot of inspiration from Roman, Latin and Greek symbols and old school crests. Even our motto in Latin reads “Inciter Champitus” which comes closest to ”aspring champions”

On the shield is artwork of David with a slingshot. That symbolizes our team as giant killers, underdogs and ready to take on any big challenge headed our way.

AC LIBERTY

Can words heal wounds? Can words stop a war? Can words bring justice? Can words make you laugh? Can words make you cry? Can words build a home? Can words put food on a dinner table?

When I came into college at Liberty University, I had already decided that I wanted to write or become a journalist. I declared my concentration on print and have never looked back on that decision.  When I tell someone I am a journalism major, they raise their eyebrows in obvious perplexity or feign support. They give you this overall impression that you are heading towards an industry that has no future. Over the past recent years, I have heard the recurring phrases “The print industry is dying” or “journalism is dead.”

My response to these statements is that they are typical misconceptions of a long-lasting and much needed industry. However, given this current day and age of technology, I also understand why such statements have surfaced. Simply put, I agree the print industry is dying but it is reincarnating as something more powerful. As a result, journalists have been challenged to compete and satiate the demanding need for instant information.

Since the days of American independence, the newspaper revolutionized the way people communicate. It established a new relationship between the reader and writer. I believe the newspaper has always served as a voice or the watchdog within its community. For example, the famous ‘muckrakers’ who wrote compelling stories that brought down big industries and monopolies to proper regulation. Persistent journalists such as Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein from the Washington Post sought out to seek the truth and forced Richard Nixon to resign as President. These stories or iconic writers elevated the status of print journalism.

People once emplaced a trust in the information they held in their hands. Newspapers were on the high, jobs were available and profit was on the ride. Unfortunately this is no longer the case. Since the days of online journalism, there is no doubt things have drastically changed. I have researched various online articles on the current status of newspapers and the first thing you will read about is the crippling amount of losses in revenue, the decreasing subscriptions and the troubling lay-offs. An example from the New Yorker in March 2008 states until recently, newspapers were accustomed to operating as high-margin monopolies. To own the dominant or only, newspaper in a mid-sized American city was, for many decades, a kind of license to print money. In the Internet age, however, no one has figured out how to rescue the newspaper in the United States or abroad. Newspapers have created Web sites that benefit from the growth of online advertising, but the sums are not nearly enough to replace the loss in revenue from circulation and print ads,”

To make things worse, the magazine goes on to explain most newspaper owners go the length of budget cuts, bureau closings, buyouts and reductions in page size and column inches. According to columnist Molly Ivins, the newspaper companies’ solution to their problem is to make “our product smaller and less helpful and less interesting.”

Overall, the dwindling number of Americans who buy and read a daily paper are spending less time with it. The average is down to less than fifteen hours a month. Only 19 percent of Americans between the ages of 18 and 34 claim even to look at a daily newspaper. The average age of the American newspaper reader is 55 and rising. I can’t even remember the last time I picked up a physical newspaper and read it cover to cover. I check everything online.

A passage from The Economist is not on the bright side of print journalism either. “Circulation has been falling in America, Western Europe, Latin America, Australia and New Zealand for decades but in the past few years the web has hastened the decline. In his book ‘The Vanishing Newspaper’, Philip Meyer calculates that the first quarter of 2043 will be the moment when newsprint dies in America as the last exhausted reader tosses aside the last crumpled edition,”

Maybe this is some valid proof that the print industry is dying. So as a print journalism major, Shouldn’t I ask myself- is this the path of career I want to follow?  I am very aware that the life of the average writer is not easy. There is the belief or stigma writers live a lonely and depressing life. They work long hours behind the desk and receive little pay desperately trying to make end meets. In an address to UC Berkeley journalism grads, prominent journalist Barbara Ehrenreich once said, “You won’t get rich, unless of course you develop a sideline in blackmail or bank robbery. You’ll be living some of the problems you report on – the struggle for health insurance, for child care, for affordable housing. You might never have a cleaning lady. In fact, you might be one.”  She went on and told stories of her glory days of being paid $10 a word and working for Time magazine. Sadly, all that changed by 2005 when she became a meager freelance writer scrapping for work.

The funny thing is, despite all these statistics and tragic stories, I never have questioned myself or career choice. In fact, at this point and time I have never been more excited at the mere thought of being a writer or working for a news publication. The emergence of online journalism presents an exciting time for today’s aspiring journalist.  Online journalism represents the face-lift for print. It’s no different from VHS tapes upgrading to DVDs. Owner of the Huffington Post Arianna Huffington could not put it any better, “People love to talk about the death of newspapers, as if it’s a foregone conclusion. I think that’s ridiculous,” she says. “Traditional media just need to realize that the online world isn’t the enemy. In fact, it’s the thing that will save them, if they fully embrace it.”

From my perspective, we should not be opposed to it. Online journalism means writers will be able to reach readers faster. With the assistance of technology news subscribers will be able to access articles with a click of a mouse or touch of an iPad.  According to PC World Magazine, moving towards the online medium can beneficial. “The future of customized online subscriptions is already at the door. The Times itself introduced two innovative tools on its Web site that allow readers to share the articles they enjoy and, much like Google News, check out various sources for front-page stories. The services, called TimesPeople and TimesExtra, respectively, bring a Web 2.0 perspective to an antiquated industry and may help the Times when its advertising dollars run out.”

These are times we live in and we have to get with it. It is not a terrible thing. As I have said the print industry only served as a format and its successor is the Web. It is faster, stronger and better. Not only is the format changing but writers also have to adapt and become more versatile with online mediums and learn how to piece photography, video and illustrations with words as well. The decline of print does not mean I will be out of a job but that I have to work harder and re-brand myself in the midst of competition. In this day and age, there will always be a need for journalism because good journalism is useful and objective information that is beneficial for the public. The use of online media will serve as a platform for writers and work as a catalyst for the demand of information.  Paraphrasing Ehrenreich, journalism as a profession does not mean you are a big shot. It means you are part of a working class.

“As long as there is a story to be told, an injustice to be exposed, a mystery to be solved, we will find a way to do it. A recession won’t stop us. A dying industry won’t stop us. Even poverty won’t stop us because we are all on a mission here. That’s the meaning of your journalism degree. Do not consider it a certificate promising some sort of entitlement. Consider it a license to fight,”

Here’s a short excerpt for a short story I’m working on:

Casey Peters stared at his device with a hopeful sense of achievement. He had just created his greatest device. A device that would let him recreate any special moment or complex scenario that usually happened in relationships with any girl he knew, any girl wanted, any girl he desired.

“Oh man, I can’t believe you actually finished it! Do you think it’s going to work?” his friend, Terry Clint asked. His cream-coffee colored eyes began to widen like saucers at Casey’s greatest invention. The device emitted a turquoise glow that beat off his face and flickered in the dark room of Casey’s basement.

“I don’t know, I hope so,” Casey said nervously.

He placed the small machine on his desk. The device was a sleek laptop encased in a protective glass finish. It was a hundred times more stylish than an Apple Macbook and its technology in comparison made it a relic. Peters moved his fingertips across the glowing touch screen in orchestrating fashion. The displayed digital rotating cogs and weird panels  reacted to his every touch. It stated coded numbers and sequences with complex diagonistics only Casey could decipher. It was exactly like the heads-up displays in sci-fi movies Casey had seen in the Matrix or Minority Report. He then magically dipped both  his hands into the screen then enlarged it significantly by spreading his arms out. The turquoise glowing screen suddenly shape-shifted into a massive bright sphere. It completely illuminated the room. Casey found himself rotating a 3-D globe with traces of lines that connected with each other like co-ordinated vectors with his outstretched palms.

“Whoa, what is that?” Terry asked, literally crippled with astonishment.

“This? Okay, this is really cool,” Casey scooted up on his seat excitedly, gearing up to explain the sophisticated diagram to his friend.

“This thing right here is a visual archive map of my memories that I uploaded with the program ‘Seize’.

“What’s Seize?”

“Just software I created to make all this possible, without it I don’t think I’d be able capture my memories,” Casey explained.

“Oh alright,”

Casey pointed at glowing bulb-lighted core hollowed within his enlarged sphere.

“See that? That thing in the middle is the center of where all my memories originate. It’s like the core processor which is basically the ‘brain’ of the system. The lines that extend from the core represent transitional segments of various chronological sequences that connect all these little reticule cogs, which are like axioms or brain nodes.  The cogs or nodes, whatever you wanna call it, represent all my memories of  all the girls I ever dated or been with and it let’s me interact  or re-interact with those saved memories I have of  them once I choose to access one. For example, this cog right here,” Casey tapped a cog on the enlarged sphere and it lit up in a neon hot white light. It rotated rapidly and the screen immediately zoomed in on the cog. It then transformed into an individual sub sphere then opened up like a shell. “This cog here is a memory capsule that works like a computer file. It stores this memory I have of a particular person related to my love life in any way. With Seize I can go into that memory and relive it or alter it but it doesn’t alter anything in real-time,” Casey finished explaining.

The cog then showed displayed a video relay of a girl with dark hair and caramel colored skin. The two friends were looking at a live action stream of her sitting on a wooden bench at a recreational park. She seemed nervous and held onto her purse tightly. She then looked back at the screen and smiled, flashing incredibly white teeth.

“Wow! oh she’s a knockout man, who is that?” Terry asked

“Clarissa Johnson. May 17, 2005. My first kiss,”

“You had your first kiss when you were 18?” Clint said.

“Shut up,”

Terry shrugged.

“This was a special moment Terry but I just wished it never happened,”

“Why?”

“She had. She had a boyfriend,” Casey said with a hint of guilt.

“SO?” Terry said nonchalantly.

“He was my best friend,”

“Damn Casey, I thought I was your best friend, anyways big deal”

Casey shook his head with disgust.

“So those light up dot thingys are like all the girls you ever hooked up with? That’s crazy. You got like a million of ‘em” Terry said still amazed.

“Yeah I guess. I can also add new ones,”

“How”

Casey held up a another futuristic looking device that that he held up. It was a transparent round piece that he slid onto his right eye like a pair of contacts.

“That my friend, I will have to show you,”