Thursday, April 29, 2004
(7:42 PM) | Adam Kotsko:
Pomegranates
Alarm clocks should respond more appropriately to power outages. If the power comes back on and the alarm is set to "on," the alarm should go on right then. We would all resent it -- for the panicked moment of trying to turn off the alarm when one was just innocently plugging it back in, and even more for the loss of yet another excuse to sleep in.
A plan for the future: finish at CTS, then go to Glasgow for a PhD in Theology and Literature (for me, theology and theory, 3 years of reading the complete Lacan in French); come back to Illinois, read Higher Math for Dummies, and get certified and become a high school math teacher. (How else could I ever find a wife, now that the door to ministry in the Church of the Nazarene is closed?)
Another plan for the future: drop out of CTS this very minute, two weeks before the semester is over, so that I won't have to write a paper on Moltmann's critique of Barth. The plan doesn't extend very far beyond that. The irony is that I could probably start writing right now and just dig for supporting quotes, but I want to do it "right," I want to go through huge swaths of text, to make sure that I don't just pick out things I like without really understanding what's at stake.
It is a wonderful gift to have a group blog, and an incoherent one at that. If you can't tell the different authors apart from the first couple sentences, then why bother having multiple authors? Hopefully the group effect can be even more apparent this summer -- a time period for which I cannot wait. I'm claiming that I'm going to read the whole Church Dogmatics, but maybe I'll just follow à Gauche through his selected Hegel secondary literature. Or both?
Dialog is just depressing. I can understand why Tara spends all her time on Academy -- her gifts for tact and subtle occupation of the moral high-ground are better employed there. Through my whole time on Academy, I never remember getting into a meta-discussion about our feelings about how everyone was discussing -- people were allowed to get pissed off and leave or to be total assholes to each other. People's emotions are tightly wound up with both theology and politics, but somehow the former has become an area in which real conflict is not allowed, while politics was always about conflict. (Probably something to do with the Enlightenment or the rise of the nation-state -- any Cavanaughians out there to help me out?)
I still haven't sent my Bonhoeffer paper in. The cover letter is what's holding me up. I don't know if I should say, "Enclosed please find" or "Enclosed, please find." Plus, you know how tight my schedule is -- not a moment to waste. I wonder if our dramatic act of refusal could be blogging -- our ontological destruction.
UPDATE: Thanks to Rebekah for catching my embarrassing misspelling.
