Friday, June 17, 2005
(8:20 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Friday Afternoon Confessional
I confess thatI'm going to miss Jared Woodard while he's in Las Vegas, especially when he departs on this note:
The truth is, rarefied academic discourse just doesn't lend itself to 300-500 word snippets, especially not philosophy. Could you imagine if major philosophical figures like Wittgenstein or Nietzsche had written in terse, pinched fragments? It would've been a disaster!I confess that if I went to the Mexican bakery as often as I walk by and think "Man, that looks good," I would be completely broke right now, instead of merely on the verge of being broke. There is nothing like a custard horn, and you just can't get that at the American bakeries.
I confess that I'm constantly on the lookout for better locations. I'm not complaining about our place -- it's huge, especially for the price, and the neighborhood is not any worse than where Anthony and Hayley lived in Kankakee. (The ultimate convenient location for me would of course be Hyde Park, but that's too easy.) I heard about one guy, an Olivet alum who was funded at Loyola's philosophy department and working besides and who took the plunge and lived in an apartment on Lake Shore Drive for a year. That's probably the only location where you could move, settle down, and be sure the neighborhood would remain of the same "quality" no matter how long you stayed -- everywhere else, it seems like there's this constant shift of gentrification/decay. How bizarre that neighborhoods can become fashionable or not.
I confess that I want to go to Chipotle every day, and that does actually feel somehow wrong given my proximity to at least three Mexican restaurants within a couple blocks. The number is in decline, though -- they recently converted "El Ultimo Brinco" into some kind of artsy theater thing. I'm not sure what kinds of activities will take place therein -- I just noticed one day that "El Ultimo Brinco's" walls had been painted black, bizarre paintings were hanging on the walls, and two white girls were carrying a ladder out of the place. It didn't take long for me to realize that something was changing there.
Now you guys should probably confess.
UPDATE: Hey, guys! Ever wonder exactly how long it was until the Photo Marketing Association conference? Now you know (upper right). I'm pretty sure that a second-by-second countdown is a little overkill for something that's eight months away, unless you're really counting on getting laid at the PMA.
