Where is Waldo, really?

So where is Waldo, really?

During the summer vacation, I spent about two weeks at my uncle’s house. Frankly speaking, I enjoyed the break. Not only because I was in Seoul without my parents, but also due to the presence of my cousin—a five year old girl. It was quite different you know, to live with a five year old instead of my teenage sister who is almost as tall as me, and perhaps larger in volume. Her name is Jenny and she seemed to like my presence in the household.

So there I was, doing my homework and Jenny comes in with a box of crayons and orders me to draw things with her. Although I was busy, I followed her orders and began to draw a tree on the paper. About halfway through, Jenny looks at my drawing and states that she would like to continue it. Once again, I follow her will and finish up the creature that she was drawing while she continued on the tree that I was drawing. After she finishes her job with the skills of Picasso at age six, she points out that her drawing was far better than mine. By the way, “her drawing” in this case is the tree that I almost finished. The point I’m trying to make is that playing with little children is fun and enjoyable, but at times challenging and perhaps even annoying to a certain point.

The founders of toy companies must have noticed such problems as well. It seems quite evident, since most of the toys produced usually aim for a common goal: to allow the child to play by themselves without pestering their parents. The numbers on the price tags are proportional to the estimate amount of free time that the parents will earn through purchasing the particular product. That is the reason why the Lego is so expensive, but loved at the same time. The parents like the “creativity” and “freedom” advertised by the company. But what grabs their attention more is the enumerable number of pieces that could form into just about anything. Even though most parents love their child and enjoy spending their free time with their spouses, the imagination of some free time drives them into purchasing the Lego for their child. The statistics that show the popularity of the Lego proves that the desire for some private time is a universal experience among parents with young children.

Another toy, or book in this case, that achieves the ultimate goal very successfully is “Find Waldo”. The book contains pictures full of people with similar clothing and asks for the child to find one specific character. I myself confronted the book for the first time at age five, but the question still remains as a mystery of my childhood. Now being a little older and a bit more skeptical, I am quite sure that Waldo does not exist anywhere in the book. That way, the child would fall in an endless struggle to find a non-existent character and fail continuously, earning the parents a lot of private time. Or even if Waldo does exist, I’m confident that the manufacturers have taken time to make sure that he is undetectable by the human eye. If by any chance, he is spotted, there are a lot of pages in that book. So either way, Waldo has served the parents of our generation very well.

If I had to make a choice, I would say that Waldo only exists on the cover. Not because I myself have failed in my youth, but that seems like the practical choice that I would make from the point of view of the designer. Anyhow, the whereabouts or whether Waldo exists is not really the important point to consider. Rather the fact that parents also crave for some free time and that they are willing to spend money on it interests me much more. That is why the book “Find Waldo” exists in almost every household in the U.S. while, ironically, Waldo exists only in our imagination.

**For those of you who disagree with me--Give it a try!

[1000 letters] Presidential Elections

With the upcoming presidential election in our country, I began to wonder what we really want from a presidential candidate. In the status quo, the media tends to focus more on the past wrongdoings than the future proposals of the candidate. Some say that this is wrong and some say that it isn’t. I personally believe that the past wrongdoings of a candidate should not be a major part in our decision making process during presidential elections. However, I will attempt to argue otherwise.

     Just because he or she had made mistakes in the past doesn’t mean that the candidate is inevitably doomed for failure. But, the mistakes show us a lot about who he or she was and this links to their credibility. If his or her history is contradictory to the proposals at the time, whether the policies they propose are appealing or not becomes irrelevant since we can’t rely on them in the first place. Therein, the past wrongdoings should be an important focus in presidential elections.

[Ben X Review]The Twist That Saved a Movie

     In the Korean society that I grew up in extensive gaming was usually an act to be reprehended for. Ironically Korea is the country with the most game-addicts. Nevertheless, the social consensus is that gaming is in most cases a waste of time. That is why the story of Ben grabbed my attention in the beginning. For Ben, the world inside the game was where he could be normal and even strong compared to the other gamer's. The idea that for some people, like Ben, the gaming world could actually be helpful and even essential was an approach that I had never thought of. The portrayal of how Ben combines his gaming experience with the real world was also very effective.

     The one thing that continued to bother me though, was the vagueness of the theme. At the beginning I was interested about how the director related autism and the gaming world, but then the story went onto introduce a virtual friend. Up to that point, it was okay. However, when the story started to focus on bullying and suicide it was just too much. The themes are all related in a way, but essentially they are different. The effort to gather these themes together in one story is interesting but the movie failed to recognize them in a balanced way, thus creating confusion for the viewers.

     Although the theme was confusing and thus diluted my attention from time to time, the film itself was very successful in building up the suspense. The idea of autism was not only described through the narration but the way they took the film from the point of view of Ben in between allowed the viewers to really delve into the disorder. Such scenes intensified the suspense because the bullying was much harsher from Ben’s perspective. The cross-cutting of the game world and the real world also increased our understanding of Ben’s autism. Furthermore, the comparison of Ben’s solution to a situation in the real world to that of the game world was interesting because it emphasized his helpless state. Through all this, the director effectively established the suspense but even so, I was expecting nothing more than the typical resolution of either suicide or violent behavior. That’s why I was thrilled by the twist at the end.

     What seemed like a scene of suicide was actually an elaborate fabrication by Ben. The idea itself was creative and for me all the more enjoyable because of the unexpectedness. A victim getting revenge through fabricating his own death! How cool is that? For me, the last twist of the movie was enough to make up for vagueness caused by the overwhelming amount of things that the director put into the movie. The scene where he appears in front of the movie viewer at his own memorial service was my favorite. The way he surprised everyone in and out of the movie was like an unexpected present. Perhaps the surprise came so abruptly because I wasn't expecting much from the movie, but all the same, the ending was a real savior of the day. 

Flash FIction

1. He stood on the edge of the cliff. After taking one last look at the flower next to his bare feet, he took a step forward.

2. During the worst famine of the century, my neighbor’s dog lost its voice.

3. The last thing she saw was the beautiful red blossoms on her shirt.

4. My father paid 500 dollars for a book titled, “199 ways to detect business fraud”.

5. For Sale: SAT books, used less than one month.

6. The kid next to me accidently dropped his ice cream. I covered my ears.

7. At the age of 52, I took out my basketball shoes once again.

8. Lord Dracula’s vintage winery: 32 year old Italian for only 40 euros.

9. A tribe called seiranoisiV did exactly the opposite they were educated to do at school: they foolishly pursued their childhood dreams.

10. There is at least 1984 reasons why writing is important.

Hmm...I wrote this before I saw Seungin's and never had the idea to write one about KMLA. Maybe I should try it sooner or later. 

Frankenstein's view on the issue of Stereotypes

Frankenstein's view on the issue of Stereotypes

WIQ After-Dinner Speech

     Ladies and gentle monsters, it is my greatest pleasure to be here talking to you all. I would like to give special thanks to Lord Dracula who has provided us with vintage drinks from his own collection. Now as the civilized members of our society we have gathered here this lovely evening, and you may be wondering why. I, Frankenstein, felt the need to address the increasing problems that we face in the twenty first century.

     In my early years, I have traveled to various countries. Being born in a lab in the University of Ingolstadt, I have traveled to Geneva, the Alps and even up to the glaciers of the North. In those days, all was fine. Everywhere I went, people were scared of me for who I was. They would find horror in the things I did and the things I said instead of the scars or the color of my skin. I was a proud monster, not well known, but respected for being myself. But somewhere in the process of modernization, things began to change. The story of my creation began to spread, thanks to Mary Shelly, and people started asking me to star in movies. I refused of course. How silly would it seem, for a respectable monster to appear on television! But that was one of my biggest mistakes.

     The humans eventually decided to dress up another human as me. Oh, the terror. I swore the first time I saw the movie that I shall kill who ever decided to call that ugly, despicable creature with my name. What’s up with the bolts? The green skin? Really? I mean, I had scars in my old days but even that has been long gone since plastic surgery has developed. (For those of you ladies who are interested, Korea is hands-down the best). The most disturbing thing though, is that they picture me as if I am some illiterate monster with speaking issues. The so called Frankenstein’s in the movies go around saying “arghh….!”(Arm Gesture…), and how cliché is that? But the human society seems to believe that it is okay to defame me with those so called “films”. Why? Because we are not one of them. Because we are different. We may not share the same values or cultures, especially in the dietary aspect, thankfully, but we are also inhabitants of the earth and I say that we deserve equal rights.

     I accuse the media of the human society as the source of such stereotypes against us. Just about a week ago, kids were running around in green paint and bolts glued to their necks saying “trick or treat”, and they seem to think that's scary! All this is because of the media that portrayed me with such an image! Many of you comrades would also have faced such problems. Even Lord Dracula who provided us with the magnificent beverages suffers from all the twilight syndrome and whatnot. Dating with their lunch!

     The real problem is, surprisingly, that the public doesn't care about the truth. The original story of me, written by Mary Shelly, contains nothing about a green folk with limited vocabulary and a bolt stuck in his neck. Actually it is quite an accurate description of the well educated and civilized monster that I am. But nowadays the human governments are censoring the truth by classifying such books as “classics”. For them it is better for us monsters to remain as a terribly uncivilized species. By inducing fright against us in the public, the government can most effectively take care of any mistakes by turning the blame on us. How simple is that? In the past, the western humans would use this policy against other human beings. But in the modern days, with less of their own species to pick on, they have turned their eyes to us.

     I say that the situation is urgent. The best solution is to get humans to read books. But, we all know, that’s impossible. Instead, what we could do is to hunt down the people who are insinuating the idiotism of the public. Oh no, not the politicians, at least not this time. It is the media that I would like to accuse. We monsters need to get together to solve this problem. But the issue is complex and requires careful planning. We need to take time to slowly change the perspective of the humans. After all we are civilized aren’t we? So until then, ladies and gentle monsters, eat, drink and be scary. 

Ben X Review--The beginning

     The beginning of the movie Ben X was--how should I put it?--interesting. Combining it with scenes of gaming, the beginning of the movie introduced the main character to us. The way he looked at real life and how he would compare it with is experience in the game was creative. Also the fact that his status in the game was so different from his status in his real life increased the dramatic characteristic of the movie. The first thirty minutes of it set up the characters and from the part that we saw, it seems that he would either become violent or commit suicide. 

[Earthlings Review] The dilemma of raising an issue

The dilemma of raising an issue--how we should approach it

Imagine that one day you come home for dinner and find out that every single dish was full of a vegetable named pathos. For some people, that might be exactly what they have dreamed of. But for the majority they would be heading towards the kitchen to look for some meat, or in this case, logos. The documentary, “Earthlings” was similar to this in my case. In five different sections of pets, food, clothing, entertainment, and scientific research, the film shows repelling scenes of animal abuse. Some critiques praise the documentary film as a portrayal of reality that people don’t want to see. Many reviews of this film accuse such enterprises that participate in animal abuse and the government that is overlooking the reality. On the other hand, there are people who accuse the director of “Earthlings” for selectively editing scenes and omitting any explanation that could defend these “slaughterhouses”. For either side of the debate, however, the director harmed the value of the documentary by focusing too much on the value of pathos and neglecting logos in the process.

The people who accuse this film as being propaganda point out the fact that many of the scenes would be understood differently if one was aware of the whole situation. The director however, pieced together the worst shots of the worst places in our society. For instance, taking street animals into captivity and killing them in a perhaps, violent way happens in the first place because of the irresponsible people who abandon their pets. These animals living in the streets become agents that spread diseases over the city. Furthermore, these animals themselves suffer from starvation and inhospitable environments. Thus, taking them into captivity is inevitable to protect the public health and also protects the animals as well. The violent murder of these animals, however, does happen in reality because of the lack of financial support for anesthesia. Whether the public health is worth the suffering of these animals is a reasonable topic to debate on. The main problem of “Earthlings” is that it leaves no room for such debates from the beginning.

The last part of the story which discusses animal experimentation is also based on ignorance of the purpose and value of animal vivisection. Unlike what the documentary argues, animal testing does have scientific value in medical testing. History has proven the effectiveness of vivisection compared to testing on cells cultivated in labs. Although the actual effects of a certain treatment may differ from humans and animals, the purpose of vivisection—to minimize danger for human beings—has been fulfilled. Also the film mentions that such experiments have to be redone on human beings. This apparently shows that they agree on vivisection itself but denies the use of animals in the process. Along with the selective editing of shots taken from the few labs that don’t follow the universal doctrine for animal vivisection, such problematic ideas presented in the documentary destructs its own credibility because it relies too heavily on dramatic scenes and music to emphasize it.

The film begins with stating that we are all inhibitors of Earth and thus “Earthlings.” Through selective portrayal of the worst, the film attempts to reject the idea of “speciesism” as a whole. However, from an evolutionary point of view, it is only natural to strive to preserve one’s own species. Furthermore, even between animals themselves speciesism exists. Each and every species strive to preserve their group. Who are we to say that this distinction that has existed even before the human race is wrong? Unless the director of this film is simply a misanthrope, he should also be preventing animals from violently killing each other.

The analogy between speciesism and racism or sexism is also somewhat problematic. The standard for “sentient” beings that the film is discussing about is contradictory in itself since people could also argue that plants or other microorganisms should be treated equally. If animals should be saved from unnatural death, then why not plants? What about bacteria? In this sense, the title of the film is also problematic for it covers only “Animals” instead of  “Earthlings”.

The purpose of the documentary is also questionable. All it does is making us feel bad. Of course, at times presenting a problem that the public is unaware of is helpful for the development of our race. However, the documentary focuses on emotional influence too heavily that it neglects the importance of logical explanation and introduction of the other side of the table. This is why the people who come up with so-called “solutions” after watching this film become vegetarians. Such individual refusal of participation does not improve the situation. Rather, it is merely an excuse for individuals to feel happy about themselves as if their approach will solve the fundamental problem. Thus the sole effect that this documentary has brought upon our society is financial loss for corporations that follow the moral and proper methods in producing products.

The film “Earthlings”, however, does present an important issue to our society. Even though I have defended speciesism, I am against extensive killing of animals for commercial purposes. These animals or “sentient” beings should also be respected. But the presentation of this idea in “Earthlings” has gone astray and lost its value. The selective editing to increase pathos, or emotional response, is the main issue. Another is the ignorance of the necessity for animal vivisection or anesthesia. The universal doctrine that works to minimize the suffering of these animals shows that not all of us are corrupted like the ones’ that appear on the film. Just because there are companies that do not follow the rule one shouldn’t debunk the whole industry and accuse them for what they never did. With a balanced presentation using pathos and logos, the director could have presented a work that is, perhaps less convincing, but much more valuable to us, “Earthlings”. 

After-Dinner Speech

Prompt
21. Standup. The usual method of the standup comedian monologue is apparently casual connections.  For instance, Elvira Kurt once started a monologue with the simple idea of bad hair.  “As a five-year old, you never had bad hair days.  You woke up with hair straight up, and you said, ‘I look great!  I slept in my swimsuit and I feel wonderful!’  Mother made clothes for me—horrible outfits.  She probably laughed herself to death.  I got back at her.  When I told her I was gay I said it was because of those clothes.”  Note the deliberate movement from plain detail to plain detail, with great leaps between the details—the mother making clothes to the coming-out declaration.  We are not expecting this transition (nor for that matter the simpler transition from bad hair to mother making clothes).  But the transitions are funny, and they affect us, shock us even in this day and age.  Write a 600-word standup comedy monologue, fitting it into a story situation you’ve already begun working on.  Don’t make it obvious to your reader that you are doing a stand-up routine—just tell a story as if you were doing a monologue in front of a smoky, irritable audience, with a Late Show talent scout scribbling notes at the bar in the back.

-->This is a little hard to understand and not exactly what I want to try.
-->What I do want to try is an after-dinner speech, in which you stand up and address a problem that exists in our world. Humor would be recommended and to make it more creative the speaker should be something other than human.
ex) This is a Youtube video of the world champion of 2010 WIDPSC. He gave a speach pretending to be a vampire and addressed the issues of pollution, health and so on. It is quite humorous as well.

My after-dinner speech for the WIQ(world individual qualifiers) is about...
Pretending to be Frankenstein to address issues of stereotypes and the media that encourages such stereotypes. The audience is the society of monsters.

[Title Undecided]

     It is one of those days when you just want to lie down on a sandy beach and feel the full breeze of nature flowing from your toes to the tip of your hair.  On a november evening, two people were standing there, on some lonesome beach, enjoying the ocean breeze. Carrying the saltiness, perhaps from the tears of the life in the ocean, of fishes, the wind tickled their faces. The scent of the ocean might have been uncomfortable for someone else, but these two were used to it, or as some might say, insensible to it. 

     The sun was setting on the horizon, setting the sea on fire, and under the rays of the setting sun, each and every one of the sand particles seemed different. One had a crystal-like glow to it. Another had a reddish glow, which might be a reflection of the sunlight. Some were non-reflective. All of them had the smoothness though, coming from the long years in which they were pushed to one side and to then to the other. All of them would have come from the same rock, the same mountain, and carved down by the same waves. But all of them were different. 

     On the other side of that chaotic harmony, the waves were still rolling in and out, each time gently washing the feet of the two, standing there on the seashore. Although those two, a man and a woman, were firmly standing on the sand, they seemed to be moved by the tickling hands of the waves. Washing away the sand each time and filling it with the coolness of the water from miles away, the waves were dancing. Although the two were ignorant about it, the waves came in and out, then came in again as if to give them another chance. 

     The man who had gray hair, but a stern face that might have seen out of place for his age, was looking at the setting sun. The last rays of the sun were focused on the man which made him look all the more stern and sincere. The women, much younger than the man, was standing a couple of steps behind the man. She had moved out of the reach of the waves. Looking at the sun, her blond hair reflected the sunlight and the shadows created on her face emphasized her beauty--and how mismatching she looked in the scene. Her feet were deeply rooted in the sand, covered, and seemed to be scared by the dance of the tide, of the dreams of Poseidon himself. 

     The man took a step forward, trying to enjoy the last moments of the shinning sun. The women retreated another step, looking down at her feet. Then for a moment, she took a glimpse at the sun and the tide. But as if caught for some misdeed, she looked down at her feet again. The wind changed, climbing down from the land to the ocean as if to follow the setting sun. Following the wind, the woman’s danced towards the longing sun.

**Assignment for Mr. Tame from last semester

[The Martian Chronicles] Quotation

     After the chapter "Rocket Summer", the rest of the story is located in Mars. Through the year 1999, we are told about two expeditions to Mars that have failed. This time, at year 2000, the people on Earth have prepared a third expedition and the first chapter of the year, "the taxpayer" describes the scene from the perspective of a citizen of Ohio. He argues with the control station of the launch site that he, as a good citizen who has payed tax for this whole expedition, has a right to join the team of astronauts.
     The reason for wanting to leave apparently is because there will be an atomic war on Earth in a few years. But behind all that there was a phrase that caught my attention as I read the novel. It was a phrase that the taxpayer said, "anybody with any sense wanted to get away from Earth". Although on the surface, it only referred to the atomic war that was supposed to happen quite soon, however the phrase itself seemed to imply much more. The thought that nobody would want to live on this planed anymore is in a way, a direct criticism to the world of the period in which Bradbury wrote the novel, and also the world in which the reader lives in. I may be over interpreting a simple phrase but for me it was one of the most powerful phrases in the novel up until now.

[Traumatic Event] The flag

     Facing the breeze carrying the fresh scent of fall, he looked down. Almost two thousand people were looking up towards the podium and the boy. There was a girl next to him but at the moment, the boy felt like he was the center of the world. From the perception of a twelve year old, receiving attention from such a crowd was more than overwhelming.

     To the right of the boy was a flag. In its velvet glory under the autumn sun, the flag danced slightly to the wind. For the boy, the flag was the source of his current position and the companion of the glorious moment. In a moment after the principal's speech, the boy would grip the silver body of the flag and let it free. But for the time being, he was listening to the prolonged speech that he has heard every year. He just stood there, with his black hair blown by the wind and glasses reflecting the sunlight.
     Only a moment has passed but the boy seemed to be growing impatient at every syllable pronounced. After the dreadful moment, it became his turn to stand in front of the podium. He gave a short speech given to him by the school and walked towards the flag. Gently grasping the metal rod, he pulled as if he was pulling the ancient sword from a rock.
     He seemed astonished for a moment, perhaps because of the unexpected heaviness of the flag. Nevertheless, he picked it up and came to the front of the podium. Standing there, a step behind the metal rail that separated him from the glare of two thousand students, he began to wave the flag. Fluttering away in the wind, the flag, representing the school, showed its velvet glory.
     After two swings however, the pole of the flag came into contact with the mike that was standing near the boy. Obviously, the mike fell and the wires connected to it also tangled among themselves. The principal who was standing at the back of the podium came and picked up the mike stand himself. In a few moments everything came back to normal. Most of the students just stood there as if they had not noticed but some managed to laugh. When the laughter flew over to the boy in a split second and he flushed in redness, perhaps like the color of the flag, now leaning on the metal rail.

     It was a mistake, nothing serious and the rest of the day went on fine. But that moment, for some reason was unforgettable for the boy. The thought that he was not strong enough to wave a flag properly could have hurt his twelve year old mind. Or it could be for no reason. But even to this day, six years after, the shabby flag leaning on the metal rail is clear in the boy's mind.

[Character Design] Draft

Selected characters

Goofy: looks like Jesus, has a gentile character, 50 years old, loves fishing, lives on a tropical island but doesn't have many friends
Cleve: 156cm tall and has black hair, pessimistic(originally generous but changed for the sake of the story), 17 years old, likes to criticize others, lives alone in a forest(lets say that it is a forest on the tropical island that Goofy is living on and that he is not alone), and has a complex about his small eyes.


Title [Undecided...]

     I was apparently born in a hospital in the center of a city called London. Well, thats what I've always heard as I grew up on this island. As long as I can remember, I lived on this island along with the village people. Seventeen years on this island was enough to make me bored. The tides seemed to be bothering the shore, the sunlight was excessively bright and the wind carried too much salt along with them. Other kids in the village used to and still make fun of me because of my small eyes, but I tell you over and over that it is because of the sun and the wind that demands me to squint at all times.

     The shore was littered by the sun, as always, but today I felt like walking the shore. The heated sand crumpled at my steps and the water slithered towards my feet. I never liked the saltiness of the tide and the way that they took the sand along with them. Nevertheless I continued to walk across the crescent of the bay, unintentionally nearing the reach of the tides.

      Walking endlessly along the shore, matching each step with the tides, I came upon a part of the shore that I had never bothered to approach beforehand. It was absolutely deserted for quite apparent reasons. The bay glittered way too much repelling the eyes of anyone who saw it. Even more, the distance between the forest and the water was awfully close and the chirping sounds of the birds and claps of the tide and the shore created a cacophony. Topping everything else, there was someone already there. To make the worse, if that was possible at all, the "someone" turned around.

     "Never expected that someone would come this far from the village, especially you Cleve", he said.
     "......", I didn't reply. I hated the way he called me as if he was my friend.
     "Just love this place, especially because its somewhere I can enjoy a time alone, but I wouldn't really mind it if you want to share this place. The sun set is just magnificent from this side of the island. It's quite different from watching the sun rise...its somewhat...hmm...", the guy rambled on.

Character design

Original version

Mixed version

Growing Up-The Body reading Journal

     Growing up is something that we all have to face, sooner or later. In the process, we go through many special experiences or perhaps tests that changes our view point of the world. It could be facing up to your parents, teachers or maybe facing up to yourself and in “The Body” written by Stephen King, we can find all of these in the adventure that the protagonists take. 

     Gordie is the narrator who tells the story of himself and three other children--Chris, Vern, and Teddy. For Gordie, the whole story is, quite literally, writing about writing as a writer. Like he says in the beginning however, “The most important things are the hardest things to say,” and “The Body,” deals with some of the most sensitive moments in Gordie’s childhood. Gordie, who was the second child in the family was treated like a child that never existed. Even while his big brother lived, he was never the center of attention from his parents. Then, when his big brother died from an accident, his parents fell and became, “too fucked up” to take care of Gordie. 

     From Gordie’s view, the death of his brother was more of a dream. In his stories, and dreams, his brother often came out to Gordie as if he were still alive. Gordie was afraid that maybe it should have been himself who died instead of his brother. In his imagination his brother still talked and walked around. This was why seeing the body and facing death in reality meant much more to Gordie. He later realizes that when you die, you can’t and shouldn’t do anything and finally comes to really accept the death of his brother. In a way, Gordie becomes more matured than his parents who never learns this lesson, that one “can’t, don’t won’t never, shouldn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t,” do anything anymore. 

     Chris Chambers is also another twelve year old child. Unlike Gordie, who is from a middle class family in Castle Rock, he comes from a family of very low reputation. Because of this, he is also expected to live up to his reputation as a Chamber. However, he struggles to get out the the town and the reputation of his family. In the end, he really does escape the town with the help of Gordie. The rest of the little gang, Teddy and Vern are rather neglected in the story. For them, the adventure was their first “big” thing. But from my view, it seems that that was just about it for them. Teddy and Vern, unlike Gordie and Chris, didn’t change much even after the adventure and maybe thats why they became one of those friends that you just pass by in the hallway. 

     The writer who is writing about a writer writing about writing--that would be me--also experienced growing up. It was more of a series of changes that accumulated to my maturing in my case, and I’m still in the process. Like in the reflection essay that I wrote on my blog, I was faced up against myself. The task was speaking out. Well, I’m not really sure how its turning out, will I succeed in my metamorphosis like Chris and Gordie? Or will I stay the same like Teddy and Vern? Time will tell, but in the mean time I would like to recommend “The Body,” for the ones who are facing their own tasks in growing up. 

(Reflective Essay) Speaking Out

     Ten years ago, around this time of the year, I had my very first flight--on an airplane of course.

Even at that age, I sort of understood the concept of having a jet lag after a long travel like the one I took which was from Korea to the States. The jet lag, however, itself didn’t seem to affect me much at that time. It may have been because I was young, or maybe because of the extensive sleep that I took on the plane. Anyways, I was all hyper and energetic when I got off the plane at Washington D.C. But now that I think of it, I think I experienced the jet lag more than anyone else, not physically, but in my confidence. 

     The language barrier was much higher than I thought. For the first two months or so I barely spoke a word in English. In the month after that, I was barely able to construct a complete sentence. The rest of the two years that I lived in the States, I was a quite boy. I became quite fluent in the end actually, but still I wasn’t the type that really fit the word “loquacious”. 

     When I came back to Korea, I had to face the language barrier again--ironic isn’t it? I could speak in Korean(people tend to remember their mother tongue for quite a long time). I couldn’t write though. I could write just a little bit more than the foreign teachers who’ve been living in Korea for some years. A bigger problem, however, was the words and language that the other children were using. It was really hard for me to understand the games they were playing or the catchy phrases that were uncatchable for me. Every now and then when I look at the photos I took as a second grader, which was when I just came back from the States, I feel once again that I’ve changed, a lot. 

     My middle school years were an extension of the elementary school years. I kept on reading fantasy novels and so on. Around that time I think I really enjoyed reading the “House of Scorpions”. I fooled around and made jokes with my close friends, but for the majority, I was still the quite kid. One interesting change that happened to me around my second year in middle school was in my writing style. I’m not sure if it’s a good example, but here is one of the things I wrote as a middle schooler--quite “organic”, really. 

     “Being free of harmful substances is also a reason why organic foods are becoming the new trend. There is a huge issue going on with the melanin inside foods. As it is known it is known to cause diseases. These harmful matters came from non-organic foods products and are being found in others too. This helped people to recognize organic foods and increase the thought that organic foods are healthier since it wouldn’t contain such ingredients. If the product is truly organic it wouldn’t contain any artificial chemical or substances that are harmful to the human body and this became the main reason for the huge growth. Since health is one of the areas that many people are interested those who can afford would prefer organic foods.”

     Compared to my current style, the things I wrote a couple years ago seem very taciturn and dull. The source for the sudden change in my style was the book called “I’m a stranger here myself”, written by, my favorite author, Bill Bryson. Here’s an excerpt from the book.

     “I decided to clean out the refrigerator the other day. We don't usually clean out our fridge-we just box it up every four or five years and send it off to the Centers for Disease Control in Atlanta with a note to help themselves to anything that looks scientifically promising-but we hadn't seen one of the cats for a few days and I had a vague recollection of having glimpsed something furry on the bottom shelf, toward the back. (Turned out to be a large piece of gorgonzola.)

So there I was down on my knees unwrapping pieces of foil and peering cautiously into Tupperware containers when I came across an interesting product called a breakfast pizza. I examined it with a kind of rueful fondness, as you might regard an old photograph of yourself dressed in clothes that you cannot believe you ever thought were stylish. The breakfast pizza, you see, represented the last surviving relic of a bout of very serious retail foolishness on my part.”(Bill Bryson, Junk Food Heaven)

     You laughed as you read it right? That’s what I really liked about his style. No matter how serious or heavy the topic was, he was always able to mix some humor into it. Bill Bryson never failed to get me laughing and like one of my teachers said, “that never hurts”. Now I’ve got much more talkative in my writing, it was the perfect timing for me to get talkative and thats what I did. 

     From the quite little boy, I slowly became a talkative little boy. Then during the last summer of his middle school year, the talkative little boy came to KMLA for the first time to participate in a debating competition. At that time, I didn’t even know the format or what I had to do as a debater. I just came here as if I was a tourist not a competitor. As I prepared and did the debate, I began to love it. Don’t take me wrong, but I really came to love the tension that came right before I gave my speech and the ecstasy that came from finding flaws and ways to reconstruct our stances. But over everything else, the fact itself that you had to “Speak Out” on your opinion was what drove me the most.

     With that experience, I applied to the debating club when I came to high school. I heard from a lot of the juniors that the club was really time consuming, but that didn’t matter much for me. “The grade point average, you see, represented the last surviving relic of a bout of very serious academic foolishness on my part”. With only passion in my heart, really no skills at all, I began debating. It was really hard in the beginning, and it still is. The seniors in the adjudication seats was what scared me the most. You never get used to it, not even if you do it over and over for a year.

      Thats what I did. During my freshman year, I’ve learned a lot of things from various classes. I really do feel that I’ve taken something away from the effort that I put in for a year but apart from the class assignments and so on, what I consider most worthwhile is the skills that I’ve acquired as I practiced debating. Debates aren’t just about refutation. That’s a major part that is seen on the outside, but from what I’ve felt, what we really earn is the practice of organizing and spelling our thoughts out to the others. No matter how much pressure we are in, we had to squeeze out every last word inside our brains. At first, it was to fill the time limit. Later, it became a problem of organizing the most into the limited time. The various background knowledge that accumulated from the research that we do for preparation was a bonus that came along. 

     Just two days ago(Dec. 3rd), I was on the bus going down to Gwangju for the last debating competition of the year. We broke the preliminary rounds as the second seed and lost the next round. We ended up as a quater finalist. Not bad, really good actually, but I did feel a bit dejected by the results. The air inside the convening room that we had our debate in seemed suddenly a bit darker as if to reflect my mood. As the breakers for the next round was announced, my teammates and I walked out to get something to eat. The fog inside my mind condensed as we walked down the stairs of the convention center, until I looked back that is. When I looked back at the building, I really began to realize how huge it was. 
     

     With the sun on its back, the building hung on the horizon. And I realized that I had the chance, that I might never have had imagined as the quite little kid. I was all suited up and standing in front of a huge building that I’ve just debated in. And even the room that we debated in were normally for all those important looking old men in black suites. I stood in front of the judges in one of those rooms. I debated in one of those rooms. I had argued my thoughts in one of those rooms. And I spoke out--perhaps for the first time in my life.

The Smile of the Wind

     It's a song that came up in my mind as I was doing the homework for music class. It was a song that my friends played when I was in the 5th grade. A long time ago, it seems, but the melody was still in my head. This song is also the song that made me interested in Fusion songs played with Korea's traditional instruments. Hope you like it!

Evolution...??No, It's time for a Revolution!

Revolution of the Human Race

Nowadays, we believe in Darwin's evolutionism as an explanation to the creation of living things. The human race has also gone through a process called evolution as you can see from the picture on the left. On the contrary, the history of human beings is rather driven forward by revolutions such as the French revolution in the picture below. We acquired a system called democracy through revolutions, the scientific world developed hugely through the industrial revolution, and the literary world has been revolutionized with the blog postings by the 16th wave of KMLA--so to speak.

The French Revolution

So what is all this sudden talk about revolution and evolution? Well, today I began to feel the need for a reform. It began like this. So it was just another day where I felt particularly tired and bored--in other words I didn't want to study. But being self study time, I had to do something productive which lead me to the blogs of my fellow 16th wavers. I have read some of the posts--actually quite a lot of them when I come to think of it--and today I decided to read some more of the metafictions. Somehow I came into this blog called the Resonance. Well, you'll understand the reason for my sudden urge to turn up my blog from the start.(I really liked your blog Suh Young!) So thats how it began. Not much eh? Now that I decided to change, I had to make a decision, evolution or revolution? Naturally, considering the characteristics of blog posting, evolution would mean a slow development in my writing and publishing skills. For me, however, that didn't really solve the problem. I wanted some tangible change right this instant. Thats how the design of this blog changed so suddenly. The name of the blog as also changed you know(From Ipso Facto->To Revolutionism). I'm not sure how much change I can bring in the short period left of this semester but considering that I would like to continue this blog all through my high school year, I thought that it would be nice to give some change. My writing style won't change of course, but I'm trying the neaten up all the rest. So if you have the time, please stay tuned to Revolutionism.

Child Prodigy in App Creation-SAT Words Assignment

     Video games are traditionally considered deleterious for children. However, for Thomos Suarez, a 12 year old child prodigy, video games were more than just a method to superficially alleviate your boredom. His fervor for games didn’t extinguish even under the disdain of his parents, and when the app store was launched his innate senses pushed him into learning app development. “At first”, he says, “I began with learning the basics for programing, Pascal, C, and Java.” Well, so thats how it began. Although the apps that he produced are simple, qualitatively, it is still something worthy to be touted. 

     Now, with the support of his parents, he was able to really begin developing apps. However, the days of developing apps alone were transient. Not long after, he created a club at school that worked together to learn and develop apps. Compared to him, my life as a 12 year old seemed like a turpitude--an average torpid life of running from school to home and vice versa. 

     This young child, Thomos Suarez, wasn’t a good speaker, nor was he full of charisma. What he did have, though, was the zeal. Something impalpable, but at the same time manifest was surrounding him, it seemed--he was a visionary. Watching this twelve year old pursuing his dreams made me look back on myself. What am I doing right now? And is there something that I can do with as much passion as Suarez? It turns out that I have to many things on my mind right now. I love to do a lot of things, maybe to many: physics, math, programing, design, literature and even film making. In a pragmatic sense, it might be better to have a profound passion in one. But to me right now, a life pursuing only one dream seems rather prosaic. Having a profound passion in one area is a laudable thing, it really is. It's just that for me right now, as a freshman in KMLA I find that I want a little more freedom. Einstein said, "If you want to life a happy life, tie it to a goal," and right now I'm anchored at many dreams, searching for where I truly want to head. 

Catch Me If You Can (Review)-Running away from the reality

     The best movies achieve a link between reality and fiction that feels effortlessly harmonious, and at some point you find yourself absorbed into the fictitious reality. In that regard, the movie “Catch me if you can”, is slightly of the main road, for it portrays a life of forgery. 

     Stared by Leonardo DiCaprio, Frank Abagnale Jr. is a normal sixteen year old. His life starts to change when Abagnale Sr. is investigated by the IRS and fails in his his business. Their family moves to a smaller house, selling their house, furniture, and their cadillac in the process. From then, Frank’s mother starts smoking and one day is found with another man in the house. And than, they divorce, with Frank under the care of his father. Obviously, that is when the plot starts to change. 

     Frank Abagnale Jr., who is frustrated by the deterioration of his family that followed his father’s financial failure, runs away. Most teenage runaways tend to return home sooner or later, and when they do, they tend to be very hungry and poor. Frank, however, had his ways in earning money. Check forgery. I won’t go on to describing the ways that he managed to fool the banks but it really is simple, but brilliant within. Through tricks that just makes you gawk at the scene, he manages to gather more than two million dollars. What really makes this movie valuable in itself, though, is the portrayal of the losses that Frank experiences in the process. 

     Carl Hanratty, starred by Tom Hanks, is the FBI agent who goes after Frank. Although the continues to fail to catch Frank, he is able to find out who Frank really is, a hurt teenager on the run. On Christmas day Frank calls Carl and starts to apologize for making a fool of Carl. However, Carl responds by saying, “you didn’t call to apologize, you called because you have no one else to call.” It was right, and it is right for many of the people living today, at this moment. Under the layer of humor and materialism, many people feel loneliness--well I do at times. That one phrase dominated my thoughts, and the comedy and humor in the movie wasn’t quite enough to dilute the sadness of reality. 

     The movie, “Catch me if you can”, is categorized as a comedy film--it really is funny for most of the time, I can guarantee that. Only difference that makes it slightly of the road is the frank portrayal of reality--and now that I come to think of it the name Frank, although it is a coincidence, itself has another meaning to it. It makes you absorbed into a reality about a fictitious life and the emptiness of it. The movie was very enjoyable overall, it was bittersweet. 

     The theme of materialism and the loneliness of leading a fictitious life made me think of “The Great Gatsby”. It is about a man who lives a fake life for his love that he met as a teenager. Like Frank in, “Catch me if you can,” Gatsby also looks away from the reality and faces the emptiness and meaninglessness in the life he is leading. The Great Gatsby lacks the comical taste in Franks story, but rather, it portrays the reality in a much more bitter way. Both, the Great Gatsby and Catch me if you can, are great pieces of art that you should really read or watch someday. Hope you can feel some of the things that I felt as I watched the movie and hope that you didn’t read this cause you had nothing else to read.