Friday, November 04, 2005
(7:01 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Friday Afternoon Confessional: Not a Post About Agamben
I confess that I have been really pleased with how the reading group on The Open has gone. We will be treated to a post by Scott Eric Kaufman later today, and all participants (and indeed, any Weblog-enabled blogging entity or person) are welcome to post a follow-up today or this weekend, if and only if they so desire.
I confess that Hayley was right last night when she said I have a very weird life. I confess that it's not a matter of not wanting to work -- it's a matter of not wanting to take time away from the work that I am in fact doing. I confess that I found myself thinking of my health this week in terms of that work, that I wanted to maintain my health insofar as it would enable me to continue to work.
I confess that this afternoon, taking the bus/train/bus trifecta that gets me home, was the first genuine rest I have had, aside from sleep -- doing nothing, except watching the world go by. I confess that just for a change of pace, and also just to prove to myself that I had finally gotten the clockwise/counterclockwise thing figured out in the Loop trains, I took the Brown Line instead of the Blue -- and man, there is definitely a radically different aesthetic at work there. Better, I would argue, from a purely hedonistic point of view, but worse in terms of cultivating a sense of moral uprightness that I can deploy when people challenge me because I'm so privileged.
I confess that I'm in love with that girl with pigtails at the pub, but in a high school kind of way where you don't talk to the person. I confess that my hair looks pretty ridiculous right now because of my policy of, apparently, never getting haircuts ever. I confess that it's getting to be kind of a drag to spend the night in Hyde Park every Wednesday and then go to class Thursday morning. I confess that I like to sleep at home.
I confess that I am sometimes too quick to want to enjoy something as memory, even though I am opposed to picture-taking. I confess that the rash of muggings in Hyde Park makes me feel more angry than afraid. There are probably more efficient ways to make money than mugging people in the street, just from a practical point of view. Like burglary, for instance.
I confess that both of my classes were very good this week, and I'm glad about that. I confess that although I've read Fear and Trembling many, many times, I still hear nothing but static in my mind when I read about the damn merman.
I confess that nothing ever seems to work out how I thought. I'm getting somewhat closer to being okay with that -- but that might amount to a kind of meta-preparation, planning for the fact that things won't go according to plan.
META!
UPDATE: I confess that Gmail's spam filter has really sucked lately. Is anyone else having this problem?
