I have no truck with the notion of an
afterlife. If you do then good luck to you, but being of a somewhat lazy tendency
myself I’ve always had to fight against my natural urge to put off until
tomorrow what I really should be doing today. The prospect of putting off until
the next life what I should be doing in this one strikes me as a step too far –
I’d never get anything done.
As semi-scholarly works of research go this
is quite extraordinarily digressive. It is, in fact, all over the fucking shop.
That’s not always a bad thing, in fact often it’s quite interesting, but
equally as often it’s a very definite weakness.
I am slightly too fond of the occasional high-falutin’ metaphor. I could, and probably have, go(ne) on about how they’re an essential
function of how we explain – and maybe even perceive – the world around us, but
more than anything else they’re useful.
This is especially true in my position as a teacher and a trainer of teachers.
We’re into that time of year when it’s all a little more hands-on, so if you’ll
forgive me I’d like to give another one a test-run here. Thank you for your
Woop. Back in school, back in the
classroom. For all that I go on about the annoyances of work and life in Japan,
they are no more or less prevalent than they would be anywhere else, doing
almost anything else. Truth is I love the important parts of my job and life in
general is pretty good.
Now this is that pacey and fun urban
fantasy I should have read. The sequel to Dead Harvest and it does everything you need it to. Angels, demons, magic, and a
lovely pulpy, noir-ey vibe to the whole affair.
Coincidentally, I read these over the
weekend of St. Patrick’s Day, or ‘St. Paddy’s Day’ as an American colleague referred
to it when we were saying our goodbyes on the Friday. He was hoping I had a
good one, and while I appreciated the sentiment the only reason I know it’s on
March 17th is because I googled it just before writing this.