TEAR GAS. That is the acronym I came up with for the
different strategies for “evidence”.
While in the military, we used acronyms and abbreviations as mnemonics. The more colorful the acronym, the easier it
was to remember. For instance, FUBAR
stood for “ Fucked up beyond all recognition”, and BOHICA was for “Bend over,
here it comes again.” Yes it sounds
crass, and yes, it is vulgar, but that is the effectiveness of it, the reason
they can be remembered. There are more
embedded in my memory banks, but they are too colorful and their relevance here
is not noteworthy. My acronym for the
types of evidence is not offending at all. TEAR GAS, is for Testimony, Example, Analogy,
Research, Generally accepted knowledge, Anecdote, and Statistics. Very easy to remember, however, I still had
to refer to my notes to figure out what each letter stood for.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
America Is In The Heart, Part One
My wife first introduced me to this book years ago. She had read it in college while taking a Filipino ethics class. I picked it up, flipped through it, and put it back down never reading a word of until years later. A week ago, my English professor assigned the class some reading from the same book. When I finished the first 100 or so pages, I felt a bit ignorant. Not of myself now, but of myself when I put that book down years ago. I did not even considering its contents.
After going through the first few chapters, I could understand why Bulosan left Binaloan. By the end of Part One, I felt a bit of empathy for him when he left for America. In his brief childhood, there was much tragedy. From his father losing the farm, to the death of his sister, to the loss of his home, it is no wonder he left. It is no wonder why so many Filipinos left in that era. It is no wonder why the migration persists. Migration? More like escape.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
A Father's Love
This is dedicated to my father. Gone for more than two decades, what he taught me, I now teach my own son.
Thanks Dad,
For the love of the outdoors
You taught me that having a shelter was good, but that being outside was best.
For the skills as hunter/gather
I know my family will never go hungry
For teaching how to swing a hammer and turn a wrench
I will never have to pay someone to unclog the sink
For showing me that you loved me
The same way I show my son.
Thanks Dad,
For the love of the outdoors
You taught me that having a shelter was good, but that being outside was best.
For the skills as hunter/gather
I know my family will never go hungry
For teaching how to swing a hammer and turn a wrench
I will never have to pay someone to unclog the sink
For showing me that you loved me
The same way I show my son.
Monday, February 13, 2012
It Was The Last Word They Heard
Our english class reviewed this for a lesson in rhetorical writing. This piece was very thought provoking. I found it interesting that it is a black man that is saying the N-word was derogatory since the only time I hear it is when someone of African descent is using as a sign of camaraderie to another.
Now on to the rhetoric of it, I like the fact that the faces were deprived of emotion. That set the tone as having a serious feel to it. The black and white or “lack of color” seemed to be paralleling the main idea of the piece. The use of historical facts of the slave trade to bring out the origin of the word solidifies the idea that rappers should not say that it is reclaimed word. This piece sends out a powerful message. It targets rap artist, but the “zombies” refer to all else how listen to those rappers.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
My Thoughts On The Peer Review
Having my work critiqued by my professor is one thing but having it looked over by my peers is something entirely different. I felt a little intimidated at first. Knowing that my style of writing stemmed from developing reports and evaluations, I came into to the peer review with little confidence. Especially since I knew my essay was missing important elements. But I did my part giving positive comments as well as areas that need improvement. I hope that it will help my barkadas.
The peer revision is a wonderful way to learn how to write in terms of structure, and rhetoric. Just as it was taught in last semester’s English 114 class, the best way to grasp a concept was to teach it. In order to make the peer review more of a teach/learn technique, I think a rubric or a set of guide lines would be helpful. It would give the students an idea of what to look for and identify elements and strategies that they could use in future papers. To make peer reviews even more effective, giving the students more time to review the essays would prove beneficial. Assigning it as home work, perhaps. That way the evaluator can really chew on it and offer a full flavored feedback.
The peer revision is a wonderful way to learn how to write in terms of structure, and rhetoric. Just as it was taught in last semester’s English 114 class, the best way to grasp a concept was to teach it. In order to make the peer review more of a teach/learn technique, I think a rubric or a set of guide lines would be helpful. It would give the students an idea of what to look for and identify elements and strategies that they could use in future papers. To make peer reviews even more effective, giving the students more time to review the essays would prove beneficial. Assigning it as home work, perhaps. That way the evaluator can really chew on it and offer a full flavored feedback.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Ice Breakers
I thought I was late, arriving past 9:00am. Greeted by a new face, one of my new barkadas assured me that this was the place. The smell of coffee and pastries drew me to the food table...
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| Jacked from Maria's blog. Thanks Maria! |
The retreat was a great way to begin this chapter of the Bayan Learning Community. I enjoyed the food (well, the coffee at least). I wished I hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning. The food looked enticing. I had planned on bringing something, but I dropped the ball on that one. So, thanks to those that contributed.
The exercises that we did were fun. I recognized the fishbowl exercise. It was an exercise that was frequently done in last semesters Personal Development class. The exercise was a means of overcoming the walls of uncertainty. It felt forced, but, like the proverbial jagged little pill, it was good for the Bayan.
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| My only source of solitude. |
Yeah, I could be on my kayak fishing for the big one and enjoying the solitude on a Friday morning, but I wouldn't mind doing another retreat. Good way to teach others about me.
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