Tuesday, August 23, 2005
(7:44 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Tuesday Hatred 14
I hate that I'm such a moron that I bought whole bean coffee again yesterday. Hayley let me use her car to go to the store last night, and by the time I went to bed, I was pretty well pulling out of the "no grocery depression" -- the depression that strikes when there are not enough ingredients to make a decent meal and one is also preemptively depressed because one knows that one will feel crappy from eating crappy food -- but now it's striking again. I'm going to buy a coffee grinder. They can't be that expensive.[UPDATE: I just did purchase a coffee grinder on Amazon. I splurged and got the 2-day shipping. I had also added Agamben's Remnants of Auschwitz in order to get the free shipping, then decided I wanted it sooner and kept the book in there anyway. It's possible that I will have been the only human being in the history of the universe to order both a coffee grinder and Remnants of Auschwitz in one fell swoop.]
I hate the thought of how upset I would have been if my accident had happened back when I had no money. Now it's an annoyance and an inconvenience and an unnecessary expense, but my relief at the fact that this isn't a knock-out punch outweighs all those concerns.
I really hate that apparently Pat Robertson feels he's in a position to call for the assassination of Hugo Chávez. I don't know what Robertson says he is, but by any reasonable standard, the guy simply is not a Christian. If there is a hell, Pat Robertson will be very surprised to find himself there -- then he'll look around and say, "Oh this isn't too bad -- most of my friends are here at least."
I hate that there's this voice in my head whispering that Pat Robertson is the real Christian and that all of those people seeking peace and justice in the name of Christ are enabling and legitimating people like Pat Robertson. I didn't say it -- the little voice did.
I do, however, love this weather.
