(8:39 AM) | Brad:

Friday Confessional

I confess that I am not Adam Kotsko.

I confess that, because I am not Adam, my ambitious translation project to translate Hölderlin's translation of Sophocles into Dutch (perhaps Danish) and then back into Greek has not yet materialized. I confess, moreover, that this is probably a good thing, because no publisher has shown any interest anyway.

I confess that I tend to prefer the company of old, nearly forgotten academics over the company of those academics whose friendship would undoubtedly be better for me professionally.

I confess that I've been reading up on tantric sex ever since (a) one of the above academics clearly had my wife's ear while addressing the subject, and (b) a friend recently tried a sexual potency spell while under the influence and became a sexual dynamo for about a week.

Not unlike filling the humidifier with whisky, I confess that I am drawn to ideas that I cannot always physically handle.

I confess that I hate the 'playa' as much as the 'game'.

I confess that the first time I read Agamben, I didn't see the point of having done so.

I confess that I was not especially thankful yesterday, and even overtly rolled my eyes at one who suggested she was.

I confess that I'm cold.

Such are my sins. Come unto the Weblog all ye who are heavy-burdened, confess below, and we will not so much make your load light as we will expose it to the rest of the world.

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