Sorry I haven’t been very active lately. Been avoiding the blog scene lately, because I’m still spinning my proverbial wheels, trying to get work and do the grad school thing, all at the same time. Even had some problems with family and bullies and stuff, so… yeah. Not very fun stuff at all.
I guess I’ll share what I have planned for my blog, coming soon.
To whom it may concern,
At the time of writing this, I am a graduate student. I am working on a teaching credential so that I can become a certified public school educator at the middle and high school levels in California. What you are seeing on this blog is not my expertise but my personality. I am fully aware that you will probably come across it, if you are to look me up on my Twitter or you were one of the lucky few who have received my business card.
If you ask my references, there are a few qualifications that are consistent. I’m intelligent, a good writer, outgoing. People may not remember my name, but they remember my face or my actions. I stand out like a sore thumb in a crowd of people who are just skating by.
But if you don’t trust the people whom I have called upon as reference, then perhaps you would rather hear it from the man himself, the one you might be considering for hire. Very well. I understand that no candidate is perfect, and right now, it is an employers’ market. We, the potential hire, has to bend over backwards, just to figure out what it is you want us to do. However, I’m not so naive as to think that the hiring process is a one-sided deal where I have to sound like the perfect candidate for your company. I’m interviewing you, too. But I suppose a little more background on me is in order before that happens.
Here are a few things I would like you to know about me, that will always be apparent if you want to work with me.
It’s been 2 years since I reviewed the first season of Haikyū. And before you click on it, it’s… not exactly my best writing, as it glosses over the highlights of the series, but provides very little meaning. I’m going to change that.
For this review, I will be discussing seasons 2 and 3 of Haikyū together, as they comprise the whole narrative of Karasuno High’s second prefectural tournament. While the new plot developments and characters are interesting to evaluate, I am departing from the analytical mindset in search of overall meaning of the narrative instead, in relation to these elements.
That being said, SPOILERS will ensue, tears will be shed, and the crows will fly. So if you want “one more,” here’s my second take on Haikyū the animation!
Aw yeah! Time to be bad! Embrace that inner delinquent! Tell the authorities to shove it! And look super cute while riding!
Okay, I admit it. I don’t know anything about being a biker, and that intro sounded horrible! But for what it’s worth, this is the tone of an anime that brings together the magic of moé and motorcycles! It wouldn’t be my first pick for an anime that celebrates the recreational side of bike culture, but… it’s a lot of fun. I’ll give it that. And I’d rather not make this review about comparing the anime in question about a much better series that I have yet to review (oh, COME ON hyperlink goblins!)
Ahem… Let’s try that again. Strap on those helmets. Rev up those engines. And always remember those safety precautions before you ride down that open road. This is an anime about the light side of biking!
This isn’t so much a well, drawn-out thought piece, as it is a reflection on the kind of writing that I do. For starters, I don’t consider myself an analytical philosopher. Sure, my past couple of editorials have focused on that modern style of breaking down logical arguments in the works of Descartes, Peano, or Mill, who were figures of the analytical style. But the lessons they teach are boring to me, frankly because they just don’t feel alive, unless I give them context.
I suppose I would talk a little more about continental philosophy in the future, and give my thoughts on the works of Hegel, Marx, or any and all of the Existentialists. I’ve been told countless times that my life is more like Sartre’s right now, and Lugones is my go-to philosopher/literary critic for a lot of my own worldview at the moment. But there’s always been something that bugged me about this strange differentiation between what is philosophy and what is philosophy proper: why is it that we don’t talk to each other?