Tuesday, December 06, 2005
(8:03 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Tuesday Hatred: "Your mom"
I hate it when my pens run out of ink. This seems to happen to me every day lately. I hate that the most reliable pen in my arsenal is one that I got from a hotel. I hate how far I've fallen from the sublime pen-snobbery of my high school years -- how much I've had to sacrifice on the altar of thrift.
I hate wearing a winter hat. It makes my head itchy. I hate it when my legs get itchy and dry from walking around in the cold.
I hate it when the slutty cat (Maizie) goes into hibernation for a couple days and neglects me. I hate that her diet, predictably enough, isn't working.
I hate it when people make extremely poorly informed declarations about religion and the Bible, and I can tell that they're not at all prepared to listen to someone who presumably "knows stuff."
I hate that Blogger doesn't automatically publish future-dated posts at the time with which they are labelled.
I hate that I forgot to mail those letters. It's part of that "state of emergency" mindset that comes into play when it's so cold out.
I hate that the contemporary Catholic University of America edition of the church fathers is in many ways a supplement making up for what was not included in the old Ante-Nicene Fathers and Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers volumes -- because those were published over a hundred years ago! But it's not like I'm planning on devoting my career to establishing the text of, say, Cyril of Jerusalem, then translating it, so I guess I'm part of the problem. It's just frustrating that the only available editions have translations that are demonstrably skittish about sex (as evidenced by the Latin rendition of Clement's discussion of marriage) and footnotes that are primarily concerned with pointing out particularly spiritually edifying passages and explaining away portions that could be used for Roman Catholic apologetics. Couldn't we at least do a complete new run every fifty years or so?
I hate that books don't end with "The End" anymore.
