volume 9 / issue 1

LETTER FROM THE EDITOR.You there, reading the magazine! Yes, you! Can you

honestly say that you are content with your experiences

so far, much less your projected trajectory? Is there an

action you can take this week to improve this? A man

much wiser than me once advised me to open myself to

serendipity. Do one thing each day that you’re afraid of,

yet know will benefit you in the long-term. Do you read

the campus newspaper and want to be a part of it? Why

not go to a weekly Stute meeting? Ever wanted to know

what the Society of Innovators and Entrepreneurs is

about, besides what you can infer from the name? Go to

a meeting and see for yourself! Want to know how your

student activity fee is getting spent? Listen in on a SGA

meeting! You can never assume you know all the infor-

mation out there. Leaving yourself open to serendipity

enhances your life in countless ways, and certain cases,

leads to you becoming Editor in Chief of the campus

magazine.

Last year, I was a plucky try-hard freshman who

thought he had his whole life figured out. Everyone is

sort of forced to have this mindset in high school. Little

do we know, that the bubble we are trapped in, limits

our beliefs of what we can accomplish. Throughout life,

you were probably told that in order to be a successful

adult, you need to be perfect at everything you do, and

do it all in the correct order. One slip up, one minute too

late, one step out of place, one test under a 80 and there

was no hope for you. No advice on what to do next. You

were just meant to feel bad about yourself and promise

to never let it happen again. There was no such thing as

a second or third chance. In other words, damage done

in any sector of your life, especially school, was irrevers-

ible.

Then, senior year of high school ended. The sum-

mer before college was the most blissful time you had

spent in years. College began, and your eyes opened up

to the entire world outside the epiphanic prison known

as public school. What you saw was an ever-expanding

dark cloud of uncertainty.

The theme for this issue is Transition. We all are

young adults now. Each day, we discover more about

the world, making that uncertainty cloud a bit easier to

handle. The unknown is intimidating. It’s disheartening.

Resist the urge to retreat back into your comfort zone,

and never let up on furiously chasing down your goals.

People do not stagnate if left alone; they either progress

or regress as individuals. Consequently, the world can-

not wait for you forever.

Fear holds us back from what we want in life,

and the process of transitioning into anything involves

breaking the fears that we all have. Like a Caterpie mor-

phing into a Metapod before evolving into a Butterfree,

periods of transition might not seem pleasant, but at the

other end, we will be more free than we could ever have

known. Life is always in a state of transition. It’s up to

you to determine if the changes you’re experiencing are

beneficial or not. (And if not, what are you going to do to

change the situation?)

The month of November put the entire Eboard,

our advisor Chris Shemanski, and me through a series of

trials that demanded our patience, resilience, and focus.

When what stood in the way seemed insurmountable,

Team RedShift managed to pull through and turned the

obstacles on their heads. I greatly appreciate all their

work towards the magazine and all the support they’ve

given me during my time as Editor.

I ask you one more time: Are you content with

your life as it stands now?

What are you going to do about it?

Christian A. Chiu

From the desktop of,

All work printed in this magazine is copyright of the respective artist.The views expressed in this magazine are not necessarily those held by the Executive

Board, members of RedShift, or Stevens Institute of Technology.RedShift is named after a poem by Ted Berrigan, who spent part of his illustrious career

teaching at Stevens Institute of Technology.

TEAM REDSHIFT

Executive Board

Minor Board and Staff

Fall 2014 Contributors

Editor in Chief - Christian A. ChiuManaging Editor - Stephen VargasPublisher - Halie HolmesArchivist - Uliana DorogokupetsTreasurer - Danny Argueta

Artistic Editor - Uliana DorogokupetsWriting Editor - Halie HolmesDistribution - Gabriella GreenHead of Layout - Stephen Vargas Layout - Kangyi Zeng Layout - Sai Mamatha Penuballi Layout - Christian A. Chiu

Danny TimpanaroGlen AbellanaJaclyn Knori

Justin BeckermanKatie Weeks

Lisa MengottoLuciano TrioloNilsu Uyguner

Olivia MartindaleSean N. Balanon

Samuel ThomasBhumika Patel

Harsh ShahStephen WalterNoelle ScannoKyle DekarskiJosue Robles

Juan Paolo AlicanteJharna LalchandaniAllison Dumandan

Aruna CheruvuDavid Adam Perez

Ian HipschmanMicheal LyonsHarsha Aruru

Matthew ColozzoEmily Raque

Teja JonnalagaddaJoseph A. Brosnan

Sumanth Darisi

contact info:redshift_eboard@lists.stevens.edu

visit our website:stevens.edu/redshift

2 Grey Steel by Luciano TrioloSpark by Joseph A. BrosnanSchwabacher’s Landing by Jaclyn Knori

3 Onwards and Upwards by Juan Paolo Alicante

4 Classifications of humanity, prosperity and privilege by Teja JonnalagaddaPump Up the Volume by Glen Abellana

5 Steel by Olivia Martindale

6 Rift in Monochrome by Michael LyonsSmiling face by Bhumika Patelred-winged blackbird by Noelle Scanno

7 The Shadow by Ian HipschmanToday Ends by Olivia Martindale

8 We will never forget 911 by Harsha AruruLife is but a Dream by Teja Jonnalagadda

9 CPH by Sean N. Balanon

10 Hammocking in the Tetons by Jac-lyn KnoriModernization by Allison Dumandan

11 Cobblestone Reflections by Juan Paolo AlicanteNew Adventure by Juan Paolo Alicante

12 A Foggy Morning by Olivia Martin-daleBodrum Castle by Nilsu Uyguner

13 New Beginnings by Allison Duman-dan

14 Symi by Nilsu UygunerAnchor by Matthew Colozzo

15 Tipping Point by Olivia MartindaleKnight Jam by Glen Abellana

16 River by Matthew ColozzoLu-Wow by Glen Abellana

17 Untitled by Josue RoblesRipple Effect by Juan Paolo Alicante

Cover - Butterflies - Katie Weeks

18 Flowers and Skylines by Juan Paolo AlicanteLemon Creek by Luciano Triolo

19 Thawing Reflictions by Jaclyn KnoriRemembering Us by Emily Raque

20 “A God draped in the flesh of hu-manity” by Teja Jonnalagadda

21 Ktiseos | Romans 1:20 by Samuel Thomas

22 As I See by Matthew ColozzoIntersection by Lisa Mengotto

23 Maharaja Sayajirao Palace, India by Harsh ShahRhodes by Nilsu Uyguner

24 Humanity’s Hope by Kyle Dekarski

25 Bliss at Jenny Lake by Jaclyn KnoriBaby Blues by Luciano Triolo

26 Black Heels by David Adam Perez

27 Digital Man by Stephen Walter

32 End of the Day by Juan Paolo Ali-cante‘Lil Black Dress by Emily Raque

33 Power of Love by Aruna CheruvuLive by Juan Paolo Alicante

34 Transition Section with cover by Sumanth Darisi

35 Alaska’s glacier ice caving in to the frigid water by Justin Beckerman May flowers by Glen Abellana

36 Dance like MJ by Jharna Lachan-daniA New Kingdom by Teja Jonnalagadda

37 Shaka by Glen AbellanaThe Seed of Life by Danny TimpanaroBoat life by Nilsu Uyguner

Back Cover - Fall - Nilsu Uyguner

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Grey Steel

Schwabacher’s Landing

Luciano Triolo

Jaclyn Knori

When I was young, my ambitions and inspiration coursed through my veins like a raging fire. Ideas came by the dozen. The world was opened wide with my ideas, and my motivation to do everything was bursting out of my body. My unbridled enthusiasm knew no bounds as the embers of creativity roared into a fiery inferno that encompassed the whole of my universe.

Sparkby Joseph A. Brosnan

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Onwards and Upwards Juan Paolo Alicante

Then I grew older.

My enthusiasm waned, my vigor depleted. Slowly, I slumped into stagnation and stupor as the mundane reality of reality sucked what little of my life I had left. No more did the blazes blaze. No longer was my universe filled with flam-

ing passions and ideas.

What happened to the fire?

Some say it died out with adulthood, that, in my maturity I doused those flames that gave birth to so much.

But I know better.

Smothered beneath new logs of combustible experiences, my sparks are still arcing, growing accustomed to the new types of materials to burn. Carefully, they abide themselves with small bursts and embers until one day, the day the

universe ignites.

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Pump Up the Volume Glen Abellana

Classifications of humanity,prosperity and privilege

by TejaJonnalagadda

If you’re a human, you probably know who you are. After that, it could become quite confusing. We have the gender bifurcation, lev-els of financial wealth, dif-ferent religions and sects, national identity, regional identity, genetic identity, cultural identity, linguis-tic identity, interests, and many other classifications.

In society, this kind of in-group, out-group exchang-es are very complex. In a very general study of his-tory, women have been at the mercy of men. And men have vied for control over other men, and females. By ascending the patriar-chy, men gain resources for their children, gain access to many more women, and

subjugate their competi-tors. And the conservative inertia acts in favor of those in power and continues to keep oppress those that are without it. That is why any opposing ideas to both the power and cultural struc-ture are easily considered as a threat. Those that are dif-ferent than the proscribed norms could be considered a threat to these edifices. For most of human history, culture and have been at-tached to genetic ethnicity. Thus clashing of different groups of humans was in-evitable. And this extended to political entities: nation-ality, kingdom, state, and so forth.

Thus, humanity has been about ascending power

structures, and overwhelm-ing other ones. In this mod-ern era, EVERYTHING is changing. Everyone is slowly being brought to the table, and being allowed to play the game. Yet, chal-lenging power structures is never easy. False notions must be put aside, and the circle of empathy is being extended beyond genetic similarity.

This does not mean our cultures, traditions, and re-ligions must be abolished. Freedom means that you are allowed to practice whatever you want, unless you impede on the freedom of others.

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And national laws are allowed to supersede these in the interest of all citizens. More so, we do not become blind of our genetic ethnicity. We acknowledge that there is much diversity in the genomes of humanity, and no trait shall make one person superior to another. We op-erate on the basis of each invidual’s own ac-complishments.

Yet to arrive here, we must acknowledge the distributions of power and social economic sta-tus in the past until the present moment. Oth-ers arrive on this world, already perched on a higher rung of the ladder. Anyone else may as-cend as high as another, but some would have to work harder than others to arrive at the same location. This may occur over generations or during a person’s life time. But, it must be acknowledged that the game has been rigged by the positioning of the past, and some of the same forces are still present to keep it that way.

There are no absolutes, only generalities in this human hierarchy. And in today’s “post Eu-ropean –imperialist” world, the likeness to Eu-ropean costumes determines one’s perceived SES and “worth.” Thus, the belief that genetic ethnicity is tied to SES and “worth” continues. The capitalist models work, such that people are thought to ascend the social hierarchy and assimilate into the modern, European costume.

If we want true freedom, the products of all cultures must be celebrated. And no person should be prevented from achieving their full potential, due to the insecurities of others.

Nor should, the law apply differently to dif-ferent peoples. Injustice on any level of soci-ety must be seen as a threat to justice in the whole of society. The reality is that the prom-ises of money and power continue to ensure the power structure of yester- year. And in to-day’s world this means that 99% of the human population is incurring the costs of only 1% of the wealthiest. Some tolerate this structure because they benefit most from it or would like to benefit from it one day. And in this huge edi-fice of capital, justice can be elusive.

If costs were internalized, there would be reason to reduce or completely remove costs. Some corporations are learning that this pro-cess actually increases profits, efficiency, and shareholder value. The barrier to internaliza-tion is the conservative inertia to keep doing things as we do, and imposing the cost on soci-ety. This cost is a form of duplicitous oppression. Although, when we look closely it becomes ap-parent that it becomes very expensive to be in-

efficient and costly. If an unjust corporation had the fiduciary duty to increase its profits, then it must come to the conclusion that efficiency, justice, and profits go hand in hand. If amassed capital is used to revolutionize the efficiency of industries, then the funds used to squelch insur-rection also become available for liquidity. Co-operation is the expenditure of amassed capi-tal to ensure efficiency. Brutality spends less initial capital, but will periodically spend more to sustain its oppressive capacities. Thus, the major difference in these systems is at which point of time that capital will be spent. Capi-tal will be spent in either case. Although in the former scenario, large amounts of capital is ex-pended to increase efficiency and enjoy much higher profits soon after. In the latter, the same capital is expended over a must larger course of time, and smaller profits are amassed.

Thus, efficiency that is powered by massive capital becomes the necessary impulse energy to overcome conservative momentum.

Olivia MartindaleSteel

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Smiling face

red-winged blackbird

Rift in Monochrome

Noelle Scanno

Bhumika Patel

by Michael Lyons

I’m diving off the edge of a fairy taleInto a great blue world

Awash with seas and dreamsAnd light that shines in shades of black

Revealing all the colors hiddenIn the prism of the night

Spectral fantasies are whisperingThe words of brushstrokes painted byBlind eyes like leaves set to ignite

And see a world that’s washed awayA city built on shades of black

But yet defined by lines the sameThat still defy monochromaticityAnd strive towards the pinpricks

Cut so long ago uponThe canvas of the sky

So wish me well as I reflectOn moonlit faces passing by

‘neath arching trees the seasons changeBut still I’ll reach for what may lie

Just beyond the wall of sleepBeyond the will of passing time

Towards a future glowing brightTo make this world a home that I

Can finally sayIs mine

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Today Ends

The Shadow

Olivia Martindale

by Ian HipschmanIn the light, there is always darkness

Something missing, nothing found A subtle move, without a sound

Though the shadow lives, is it alive?

It goes so deep, into the abyssLurking in every person, but no one knowsThe truth, which stings like a thorny rose

The shadow lives

It does not eat; it does not sleepCold, like a murderous heart

Lifeless, the shadow torn apartIs it alive?

The question, left without answerThere is darkness, and there is day

It will never go awayBecause the shadow is alive

It mimics our each and every moveWhen we look away, the shadow leaves

It sings and dances, playing in the darkNight and day, the shadow lives

It knows no end, but when did it begin?Time does not exist, the shadow does

Inside each and every one of us, there is darkness

That we cannot control

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We will never forget 911

Life is but a Dream

Harsha Aruru

Teja Jonnalagadda

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CPH Sean N. Balanon

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Hammocking in the Tetons

Modernization

Jaclyn Knori

Allison Dumandan

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Cobblestone Reflections

New Adventure

Juan Paolo Alicante

Juan Paolo Alicante

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A Foggy Morning

Bodrum Castle

Olivia Martindale

Nilsu Uyguner

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New Beginnings Allison Dumandan

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Symi Nilsu Uyguner

Unfurling the sails and hugging the windBreathing deeply and gazing longingly at the horizon

To stop my head from turning backTo stop the hunger that rocks me sideways

To sate the thirst for second chances

Endless lessons with nameless teachers.Tell us to let go

Let go of ourselves and sever the chain.

Anchorby Matthew Colozzo

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Tipping Point

Knight Jam

Olivia Martindale

Glen Abellana

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We sometimes follow it, through its rapids, falls, bends and turns.We sometimes stop on its banks and drink, jump in, swimWe sometimes stay if the water is sweet.We sometimes stray for awhile,sometimes forever.

We stay, stray, roam, watch, want, pray, cry, laugh, love.

We choose.We hope.

Yet,nobody knowsWhere the river goes.

Riverby Matthew Colozzo

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Ripple Effect Juan Paolo Alicante

Josue Robles

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Flowers and Skylines Juan Paolo Alicante

Lemon Creek Luciano Triolo

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I remember when you and I were the best of friends.A friendship unhinderedby time and space.We could say or do anything,and we would have fun.We had trustedeverything to the other,but kept our secrets,out of love.Though, as the years went onand the world around us changed,beyond our power, time and space were put between us.

But our friendship remainedAnd did not diminish,

but grew.We appreciated more

what we had in each other now that it was gone.

I still think of you and love you,and wanted you have

this little piece of my heart.This is our story,

and many other’s too,but this poem is just from me,

just to you.

Remembering Us by Emily Raque

Thawing Reflections at Jackson Lake Jaclyn Knori

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Think of each organism as a point on an infinite web of ours. The actions of the tiniest to the larg-est of these will reverber-ate through the entirety of the web, with or with-out our cognizance. Thus, the planet Earth is a living organism in its entirety. There’s a Telegu word for the Goddess Earth; it’s Bhumi. Or there is Gaia. Regardless of what we call this meta organism, it is alive. And humans are also a part of it. We actually in-fluence it quite greatly.

The interesting thing is the human species may exist as its own super or-ganism with a meta con-sciousness. Each human brain acts as a generator and receiver of ideas. Each brain is born with it’s own innate qualities dictated by inherited dna. The rest is subject to influence of other brains. Identity is formed from the identi-ties and knowledge that surrounds a human being. And identity continues to constantly change as influ-ences change and knowl-edge is accrued. Thus, no single identity could re-main absolutely consis-tent with its own past.

Memories of one person

will be stored and distrib-uted among the brains of everyone that he has ever met. Thus , identity exists in this broad way. And ev-ery human interaction will fundamentally change the brains of the humans in-volved.

With the death of an in-vidual, pieces of that per-son remain in the people that he had influenced during his lifetime. Thus, ideas change brain struc-

ture, and brain structure is transmitted to other brains via ideas. And, once again ideas change brain structure.

In this way, once knowl-edge is gained, it becomes diffused through the en-tirety of humanity. Ideas, attitudes, good, and evil fight it out in this way. Is it a market place of this mind? And winning ideas don’t always mean that majority of society will

benefit from them.We can use this collective

capacity to do both good and evil. These capacities are personified in the dei-ties of good and evil. And definitions and models of good and evil also clash. Thus, there are cases of ad hoc reasoning to jus-tify evil ideas as good; and good ideas as evil ones.

Yet, somehow with in-creased connectivity, the layman has become less conscious of his connec-tivity with humanity, life, and the entirety of the universe. It is as if we are constantly and over-whelmingly exposed to ideas from all directions. Our species is suffering from an overload of infor-mation. Thus our super-receptive brains are being forced to blind ourselves. This kind of information overload is a kind of in-formation oppression. Presented with so many stimuli, we rather go with it and expend less energy than verifying each and every claim. Thus, it be-comes a challenge to sift through the wreckage and find the truth.

It’s possible to forget why something is done at all : as in why we propose

“A God draped in the flesh of humanity”

By TejaJonnalagadda

“Memories of one person will be stored and distributed among the brains of everyone that he has ever met.”

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with diamond rings or dress up for Hal-loween?

This obedience and unquestioning au-thority has always been a part of the con-servative inertia of human thought. We become mired in dogma , without great changes or questions. And there are al-ways the revolutionaries with their el-egant, reasonable, and liberating ideas. Science is the legacy of these revolution-aries. It is the very basis on which the modern era has been built upon.

Yet, it must be remembered that it is within all of us to revolutionize the world, to change it, to expand our vision, and ex-tend our compassion.

As such we are living and constantly changing human beings. Our abilities are immense and our minds are infinite. There are thoughts racing and blood puls-ing to remind us that we are Gods in hu-man skin. We are incarnations of this vast and mysterious universe that we define as existence.

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Waking up by the side of a neat dirt roadI wonder why the trees have changed and I no longer noWhere to start or where to go

I recall that once my chest would swell and yank meevery which way it would want to wander until it cooledat the touch the soft familiar.

All was calm as I stood.

Gazing forward and back I was dazed by the Sun and the Stars.

All at once night and day raced around every which way untilI reached up and grabbed a hold of the swirling anomaly that wasthe sky above the untouched path.

What I had held onto shook me.

Staring into a mirror I saw nothing. Two eyes did not meet my own as before.The empty mirror spun my thoughts every which way. All was wrong until many Eyes met my own.

In them I stood as I am.

As I Seeby Matthew Colozzo

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Rhodes Nilsu Uyguner

Maharaja Sayajirao Palace, India Harsh Shah

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Humanity’s Hope Kyle Dekarski

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Bliss at Jenny Lake Jaclyn Knori

Baby Blues Luciano Triolo

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A smoldering cigarette hung out of my mouth and my feet sat propped up on my desk. The neon across the street’s sultry glow filtered between the slats of my shades. My hand twitched toward my revolver as I heard a police siren approaching, but I relaxed as it faded into the distance.

Someone knocked on the door. * knock knock*

A dame walked in wearing a little black velvet number and I knew she was trouble. She walked up to the desk and set both her hands on it. She started talking cool and business-like, but I wasn’t much listening, I was more of enjoying the view. She was talking money, but Tony had sent her and I knew how to keep him quiet. If only I knew how to shut her up, then she’d be a mighty fine dame…

‘Lil BlackDressby Emily Raque

End of the Day Juan Paolo Alicante

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Two souls fortuitous, Desperate and desolate,

came together to a state, having love selfless

Immense is the power of love, Carefree of hatred,

Elysium has showered upon me, feelings so sacred.

Separation cannot culminate, The way i feel for you, Seldom will perorate, Divine love i have for you.

My fervor will not cease, Come death or destruction. You will live in me, Through many lives of resurrection.

Power of Loveby Aruna Cheruvu

End of the Day Juan Paolo Alicante

Live Juan Paolo Alicante

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Penn’s caveSumanth Darisi

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Alaska’s glacier ice caving in to the frigid water Justin Beckerman

Glen AbellanaMay flowers

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Dance like MJ Jharna Lachandani

A New Kingdom Teja Jonnalagadda

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Shaka Glen Abellana

The Seed of Life Danny Timpanaro

Boat life Nilsu Uyguner

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