Tuesday, May 09, 2006
(12:14 AM) | Anonymous:
Tuesday Hatred: Ungrateful Biped
Throughout time, many people have expressed hatred verbally, sometimes in diaries they kept private, and sometimes via more public means, such as shouting. Lately, the advent of the blog has allowed people to combine these two means, "shouting" in online "diaries" which others can read and comment upon.Sometimes, it is difficult to keep up with the public nature of these shouting diaries. For intsance, this week I find myself unable adequately to hate, because I've started rereading, for class, Notes from Underground. I ♥ Notes from Underground and want to have the Underground Man's babies. We could throw them against a wall. In such cases, it becomes all the more important that commenters "step up" their own expressions of hatred. It seems as if there's been a dropoff in hatred in the comments of late. What, is it just because Spring's in the air? Well get this: fuck Spring. I hate Spring.
I'm moderately upset that Pevear & Volokhonsky (haven't read their translation before) have rendered the first line as "I am a sick man … I am a wicked man". Apparently "wicked" is more accurate than "spiteful", but I'm so accustomed to "I am a sick man … I am a spiteful man" that I can't bear to go without it. It's such a good line! Maybe I'll get used to the new one in time.
I can't find my bike's headlight. I think that it might have been stolen, which would be the second such theft I've undergone. Don't steal my fucking headlight, people! I hate that shit!
I hate being stressed out about a presentation that won't even happen for another 26 days. I hate being in a certain position into more detail about which I won't go. I hate that Dittmer's, the closest source for pork belly around here of which I'm aware, closes at 6 most days, which is when, most days, I get out of class, meaning I can't go there except on Friday or Saturday, unless I leave in the middle of the day. And it's not as if that's going to happen.
In conclusion, hatred is a powerful emotion and its expression is important in life. Please use the comment facility of this blog to express your hatred along with mine. Remember, though, that love is only slightly less important.
