Welcome to the discount version of my PechaKucha. The reason I say this is because when I was designing the presentation, it was intended to be presented. Not displayed on a website with static, boring text describing the pictures; no, it was supposed to be shown live with a vibrant speaker and a responsive audience.
But this will do for now. And, if you’re wondering, the ‘Tan Superman’ is me. Although it may seem surprising, I am indeed tan. The ‘Superman’ part was always obvious.
This first image represents humor. Humor is incredibly important to me, and although I’m definitely not the funniest person I know, I still find being able to appreciate good jokes to be a great waste of my time. This image specifically shows my sense of humor, or what I find amusing. The photo is a high-contrast image with seemingly random text. The joke here isn’t apparent; it’s simply immature, stupid, and confusing.
Just like me.
I am much like a sparkler—I have sudden bursts of brilliance where I feel energized and motivated to accomplish my goals, but shortly after go back to doing absolutely nothing. I also make a huge show of my ten seconds of inspiration. This is true in my writing, academics, and artistic projects as well. I lose interest very quickly and find no reason to go back and force myself to do something that holds no value in my life.
The once exception to what I just said is my love for video games. Although I lack the patience to learn an instrument or write a story, I can spend hours playing a game and not get bored. This is especially true for my passion for puzzle and role-playing games. I love spending hours on a particular level or puzzle, having to think methodically about everything at once, whilst resisting the temptation to search up the answer online. The feeling of beating a puzzle is exhilarating; like you’re the first person to ever discover the joy of feeling smart for a few seconds.
This image shows my sense of masculinity. No, I don’t actually struggle with what it really means to be a man. Instead, I feel like I have very ‘traditionally’ masculine reading traits. The types of novels I normally enjoy are espionage, science fiction, and realistic fiction. Something with a heavy emphasis on plot, and not characters’ emotions, and something that doesn’t have an extremely deep meaning to it. Most girls I know really dislike the type of books I love, which is too bad, but at the end of the day as long as I’m having fun reading, I don’t care.
That was until I read Memoirs of a Geisha this summer. This novel is about the lives of female entertainers before World War II and provides an amazing view of imperial Japan mixed with Western influence. This novel was so feminine; yet, one of my favourite novels ever, and I recommend all to read it. In fact, it was so feminine, it —–
Yeah, I’m not going to say what goes in the blank. Those who were present and my spiel will know exactly why I’m not writing that on a website.
I am very fascinated with imperial Japanese culture. Specifically, the times between the late 1800s and right before World War II. To be in Japan’s larger cities (Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka) at these times was to experience the harmonious blend of Western and historical Japanese cultures. Although samurai were not actively fighting wars during this time period, I find them, their philosophies, and way of life to be very interesting. In books, Japan is a beautiful setting that takes center stage; rather than the characters. It is almost as if Japan is a character within itself that has historically struggled with the idea of losing its unique culture but has gradually accepted acculturation into today’s world.
I might be just a little obsessed with creation. Not in a Victor Frankenstein kind of way, but I relish the idea of creating something tangible to show off the fruits of my labour. Building knowledge is great, but I long to bring that into the real world. Unfortunately, I’m not the most visually artistic person I know, or the most creative, or the most anything. So, I try to show off my knowledge by writing, although I’m not too great at that either. But since every single person who attends school can write at least very basically, I feel as though I have some starting ground to move up from.
Let me explain. I’m not a painter. Or a sketcher, or anything physically artistic, really. In fact, I really suck at everything that has to do with a paintbrush, pencil, or colour. However, this image represents that I like to try to do things I’m not good at, even if I know I’ll be disappointed by them. The fact of the matter is: when you’re as cool as I am, you need to do something you suck at just to remind yourself that you’re not completely perfect. And I’m absolutely not perfect, but I don’t practice things to become perfect. I practice them to gain appreciation for the dedication and talent that goes into learning or doing anything.
I love discussion and debate. In fact, I can’t stand people who don’t try to bring a strong point to debates and discussions. I think everyone has an opinion, and there isn’t a reason to hide that from everyone else, especially in a welcoming environment like a classroom. Being the way I am, I usually start debates and will keep arguing even if I don’t believe in what I’m talking about. Even though about 80% of what I say is unnecessary, we learn from understanding the perspectives of others. This is what I’m trying to accomplish.
Finally, a picture reminding us how lonely and tiny we are. We look at our position on some random branch of the galaxy, floating around in a universe of unimaginable size, and can’t help but think that we’re worth nothing. Nihilists will say that this means that life is essentially purposeless and there is no point in trying to change anything, but I see it in another way.
What we have—advanced life that allows us to be aware of the sheer magnitude of our world—is still special to us. So far, we’re the only ones who love each other, and laugh, and make jokes, and thrive. In this vastly empty universe, there’s only one tiny rock, on which only a handful of people really care about you. So why would you break that when it’s all you have?