Monday, March 2, 2015


The "picture is worth a thousand words" adage is overstated, but there has to be a point in one's life where everything just flows like paint on a canvas.

I am almost there.

Whether it is a powerful investigative story or a trip to somewhere never ventured before, I think I am on the verge of a masterpiece. A place where colors, ideas and expressions collide to form a sort of bliss. Where the blowing of a car horn in traffic or the actual traffic is alot less frustrating than it was before. Where moments of impatience feel like paradise.

The consistency of a paint brush is like the consistency in my own life. The ability to do powerful journalism and spend equal amounts of time on the other side of the work coin.

This piece is abstract, purposefully so, but it represents a breakthrough of sorts. Where I am now is stoking a masterpiece, mixing primary colors, coming up with new angles and rearranging my perspective, likening my journey to a work of art.

This year has been as smooth as a paint brush so far, from all sides of the easel.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Stand And Deliver

Despite the wait, there is always the excitement of the next step, the next look around the corner and even the lesson that provides context.

The latter is true when it comes to beat writing. Beyond the basics of a story, how does the topic compare historically or with similar events?

Context is also important for those other moments. I could turn the corner tomorrow and see the woman of my dreams. Then, you'll understand why I blog about "her" so much!

The anticipation is the best part (for now). It's the build-up to the unknown, the dropped math book that could spark a conversation and the windows-like eye contact
Shakespeare referenced.

The moment, or moments rather, have a sense of timelessness until one passes through that fuses the journey.

The moment that delivers the all important context to a journey that is still pending delivery.

Sunday, September 28, 2014


Wait for it.

Barney Stinson, Neil Patrick Harris' character on the sitcom "How I Met Your Mother," ran through a gamut of rules, plays and patterns over the show's nine seasons.

But, legen - wait for it - dary, arguably his most notable trademark, by some accounts, was an act of faith. It did not always work out for Stinson, often leading to heartbreaking, although sometimes humorous events.

Still, waiting for it, or patience rather, is a recurring theme.

I recently accepted a full-time job offer with the Florida Keys Keynoter, the McClatchy newspaper down in the Keys. Stinson would probably call it "dary," before leading with "the second half of that word."

You see, even though I have secured a job, I am still waiting for the second half, my better half - a significant other. Not to sound like a broken record, but it is not easy to wait. 

I suppose muttering "legendary" does not have the same effect without the "wait for it." And, it is probably why I have purposefully held off on watching the end of "How I Met Your Mother." It may sound silly, but I want to complete the series when I am closer to "The One."

Of course, the sheer curiosity and eventual spoilers (so far, so good) may lead me to cave in early. But, both halves of that word will mean true completion.

It's going to be legend - wait for it - dary. Legendary!

Saturday, July 12, 2014

The Waiting Game

Games usually have a clear cut winner and loser. No one wants to play for third place (sorry Brazil), but rather, try their best and win.

But, waiting has no winner. I cannot control the outcome. There is no deadline or indication of progress, at least so far, either.

However, the end result could be glorious or the consequence of impatience. I struggle with waiting, I want to meet the woman of my dreams and secure a full-time job with benefits, like yesterday.

Still, I understand the glory that comes with it. I will appreciate the initial job offer even more after sending multiple resumes a day and follow-up emails to former editors. The same goes for a future significant other, as past failures will become the building blocks needed to thrive in that golden partnership.

Life is not supposed to be easy. The tea leaves are difficult to decipher too, as many South Florida sports fans found out this week.

It is my turn to roll - and, I will wait.

Sunday, May 25, 2014


Every time I watch "24," one thought pops up, how can I be as productive as Jack Bauer?

If my hours were as rigorous as the rogue, terrorist attack preventer, I would probably have a Pulitzer Prize by now.

All joking aside, my summer schedule, so far, has been going to class, doing phone interviews, reading through documents, taking working lunches and repeat. To frequent blog readers, I do not have any out-of-town trips planned.

It is just me, in South Florida, working.

My social media feeds are filled with sand, flip-flops and gobs of sunshine. Dress shirts, ties and lofty office windows complete my setting.

Nonetheless, there is a benefit to having a running clock. In the last month, I have learned how to make infographics using Photoshop, code a motion chart in Google Playground and weave in reporting tools like DocumentCloud.

I like a good challenge, too, a sense of pressure. So, naturally, I am balancing a couple tight deadlines between work and school. Not to mention sending at least a resume a day to a potential employer.

Every second counts.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Ten Feet Tall

This year has been a waiting game so far. And, that is okay.

Patience is a skill I have not exactly mastered yet, as you have probably read from my pursuit of a "significant other" references in past blog posts. But, I have picked up proficiency with this characteristic recently.

Last week, after more than six months of worry, doubt and the like, I started my summer gig with Knight Foundation. My focus is data journalism; the icing on a cake I hope is filled with a full-time job, plus benefits, once I graduate in August.

Somewhere down the line, beyond the back and forth "what if?" thoughts before bedtime, I reached the point where I reduced the worry and devoted my energy to optimistic thoughts and actions, with God at the center.

Anyone can "put on a smile," but, I prefer the authentic type. That means rolling with the punches: taking a rejected story pitch, shaky B-roll or computer repair and spinning it with momentum.

I still worry a little bit, admittedly, but I am standing taller in the process.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

I'm That Guy

I'm that guy.

No, not the guy who wears the 'I'm That Guy' shirt, but the guy who will stop at nothing to reach my pursuit of happiness, which isn't a Pulitzer Prize, a New York Times front page byline or even a full-time journalism job (maybe it should be the latter).

You see, success is nothing without someone to share it with. Anyone with some sort of work ethic can reach a career goal. But, the same prerequisites, at least for me, do not apply to finding a significant other.

People can go their whole lives without finding "The One" or end up settling for someone out of loneliness. These days, beyond praying and hoping, I have been shaping myself into the best version of "that guy."

- I'm that guy in a wedding planning class so I can help my future wife (No, I'm not kidding).

- I'm that guy who has taken (and will continue to take) dance lessons.

- I'm that guy who watches "chick-flicks" and thinks how can he improve on the mistakes of the male protagonist.

And, I have many more "that guy" idioms. It seems like I was wired to be a hopeless romantic, anything less isn't the best.

I'm that guy looking for that special someone.