Tuesday, March 28, 2006
(7:29 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Tuesday Hatred: Toward a Rhizomatic Concept of Biopolitical Différance
I hate my Internet addiction. I hate the way that the slightest worry about my financial situation can cause me to fritter away an entire morning. I hate that the net effect of this phenomenon on my time is still less than that of working.I hate how impossible it is to keep our white, porous kitchen sink anywhere approaching clean. I hate it when there is standing water indoors, particularly when it is mixed up with some kind of foodstuff or when it constitutes the run-off from the shower I am presently taking.
I hate to say it, but -- remember that thing earlier this semester where I tried to get everyone to take a day, etc., because I was going to be so damn busy? This is the point where it gets really serious -- spring break is over, and my Augustine class starts next Tuesday (it was supposed to start tomorrow, but Prof. Marion was delayed in coming to the US). In view of these grave conjunctures, next week the unprecedented will happen: someone other than me will "do" the Tuesday Hatred, namely, Ben Wolfson, author of the award-winning blog waste and co-blogger at Unfogged.
Past occasions where Anthony and Brad have performed the priestly duties of the Friday Afternoon Confessional give me faith that someone other than me can perform the Webloggian rituals with suave and flair sufficient to satisfy the religious needs of our long-suffering readers. I am aiming toward making non-Kotsko officiation over the Tuesday Hatred a more or less permanent thing, either under Wolfson's patient guidance or through the assemblage of a coterie of haters -- surely in this day and age, haters will remain easy to find, more plentiful even than unemployed humanities PhDs. If this plan works out, then all through April, I can only promise you Friday Confessional, although as you may know, my blogging "habit" is such that I may very well have an outburst here and there (and "outburst" posts tend to be the favorites, historically).
On this beautiful Spring day (at least in places other than Chicago), it is all the more important that you show your love.
UPDATE: I hate that Doug Johnson has betrayed us!
