I am a phenomenologist, not a Husserlian or a Merleau-Pontyian, or a Getafe smoking Sartrean, though I do enjoy a Blond Gallicises occasionally. I do, however, have a penchant for Absinthe and green tea. I have been known to wear culottes before July and a sou'wester, sometimes a Trilby without a hatband, when it’s uncalled for and unfashionable to do so. We phenomenologist’s, apodictically speaking, are not always what we appear to be, though Martin, M. Edmund and Jean-Paul might take umbrage at such a statement, all appearances to the contrary, of course.
