Tuesday, August 31, 2004
(2:38 PM) | Adam Kotsko:
A Housecleaning Post: Decidedly Furtive
Today was housecleaning day in the chez Kotsko-Bridges-Sinclair. It all started when Jared made some furtive gestures toward sweeping the floors. I encouraged his efforts and began a thorough cleaning of our kitchen and bathroom. Now I know why the Priestly source of the Pentateuch devoted so many chapters in Leviticus to mildew -- I could definitely see it reaching a point where the only option would be to devote our shower to destruction. Jared's mother had trained him up in a decidedly rigorous tradition of housecleaning, emphasizing continual spotwork; my mother, on the other hand, while every bit as rigorous, preferred a once-a-week cleanathon, usually on Saturday. Jared also pointed out some cleaning items that I had been neglecting, such as cabinet doors and that plastic cushion thing around the inside of the refrigerator door. He's getting a vacuum as we speak, so that my carpet, currently an abomination to the Lord, can become whole again.My classes will start next week, and while I have made some guilty, furtive efforts toward getting graduate school applications underway before the school year begins, I doubt it is going to happen. I have cut my list of domestic programs to University of Chicago Divinity School, New School's program in psychoanalysis, literature at Duke, DePaul, and the Chicago Theological Seminary (the latter inspired in part by Adam R.'s post on the Impossible). Vanderbilt -- out. The department seems decidedly mismatched to my interests, and if I'm going to attend a less-than-ideal school, I might as well just go to CTS, where I know I'll have professors I like. Apparently CTS has good connections with Morton Community College, so I know I will be able to find work. Emory -- well, their theology department's front page gave way too much focus to preparing church leaders, and their interdisciplinary liberal arts program (recommended by Ted) just doesn't seem to have faculty to match my interests. So: OUT! I might still add a couple of the UK schools, just to be closer to Adrian, Infinite Thought, and Lars. Nottingham is high on the list; if anyone has any information on whether Glasgow or Edinburgh would be a better fit for me, let me know. On another front, I still need to send that Bonhoeffer paper to someone who will love it like it deserves to be loved, and I apparently need to read some shit on Barth and Moltmann to add it to my paper about their tempestuous mutual critiques, then send it to someone who will love it &c.
But really, all I want is to find love in this all-too-often lonely world -- someone to be with me through those tough times! Someone to hold! Someone to grow old with; someone who will carry me on her shoulders when I am crippled and feeble; someone who will make meals for me when I'm too tired and cranky to do it myself; someone who will at first like my quirky traits, then grow to hate me for the very traits she initially found attractive, and then (Aufhebung!) come to some kind of peace when she realizes that this annoying, narcissistic blogger is all she's fucking got!!! And she'd better remember it, too! Oh, and I need to marry a woman who's not afraid of being the breadwinner, because there's really only so much an assistant visiting adjunct lecturer in cultural hermeneutics at Morton Community College is going to be able to rake in -- especially after the sexual harassment lawsuits start pouring in.
Wow -- that was so pertinent!
UPDATE: Krugman uses the word furtive in his column today. Can we take that to mean that he is a Weblog reader? (Please, someone fill in the information for Krugman on the HaloScan box and leave a comment answering that question with a resounding yes.)
