Tuesday, February 21, 2006
(9:03 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Tuesday Hatred: In every victory, let it be said of me....
I hate getting cheesy Christian songs stuck in my head. In particular, lately I have had the Christmas children's choir classic "Happy Birthday, Jesus" in my head, which occasionally segues into Michael English's breakthrough hit, "In Christ Alone." I hate that last week when I was in the Div School coffee shop, they were "ironically" playing a Boyz II Men CD, but my first thought when I heard it was, "Why are they playing dc Talk?"I hate that whenever I share this musical burden that is ruining my life, no one knows what the song "Happy Birthday, Jesus" is. Thankfully, I have found lyrics to the chorus:
Happy Birthday JesusIt is physically impossible for a child to sing those lyrics sincerely.
I'm so glad its Christmas
All the tinsel and lights
The presents are nice
But the real gift is you
Happy Birthday Jesus
Jesus I love you!
I hate that I got up late and Richard was able to beat me in the eternal race of hate against love.
I hate it when I'm unable to have a bowl of cereal in the morning. Even if I'm going to have a nice prepared breakfast, such as French toast, I usually prefer to have a quick bowl of cereal beforehand.
I hate burning my mouth. This seems to happen most often when I drink coffee I have purchased from a coffee shop. I also hate that the laws of physics dictate that it will cool down faster as there is less actual coffee in the cup, giving me the opportunity of drinking scalding hot coffee and disgusting cold coffee over the span of a single cup.
I hate that the only dream I've remembered recently was one in which I was invited to give the prestigious Gifford Lectures in Natural Theology.
I hate being out of envelopes -- although I do have plenty of 8½"x11" envelopes, so maybe I could just use those.
Last year, I got back a paper which the professor felt was a "forced reading," too occupied with questions of religion when that was not the main issue in the text of which I was offering a reading. Just recently, it struck me: I overemphasized religion in my reading because I was writing the paper for a course with the word "theology" in the title. The reason I hate this is because I regularly see the professor and thus am regularly tempted to explain it to him, but doing so would be stupid from every possible perspective. The main reason that I have even been thinking about that paper is that I have been hoping to write something new that would end up using a lot of the material from that one, but (and here's the hatred) I can't see how I could possibly write such a thing before July or so.
I hate the amount of intellectual overhead involved in being neurotic.
