Saturday, March 17, 2007
(2:27 PM) | Adam Kotsko:
Profound Boredom
As many readers know, I am something of a workaholic. Most of the time, this produces a perfectly healthy and happy lifestyle. Sometimes, however, it leaves me in an unfavorable position. Today, for instance, I have already finished my paper for Eric Santner's class, which I found interesting and enjoyable to write. My immediate options for what to do this weekend are as follows:- Read Calvin (for the class I'm TAing)
- Read Gordon Kaufman's In Face of Mystery (for the 20th Century exam)
There are other options, I suppose, but they're too much work for the weekend.
Anyway, reflecing idly today on how far I've come since I started reading church fathers the summer before last, I realize that by the time I'm done with my coursework, I'll have read a decent sampling of primary texts from virtually every era of Christianity, though some will obviously be thinner than others. I hear there is one "Greatest Hits" anthology each for Lutheran and Reformed scholasticism, so I could pick that up, then read through Denzinger's Enchiridion Symbolorum (only $29!), and then officially be the most boring and irrelevant person on the face of the earth.
Luckily, my knowledge of Agamben and Zizek makes me "sexy." Plus apparently nearly a quarter of my coursework is about feminism ("Womanist and Feminist Christologies," "Judith Butler," and "French Feminism" [forthcoming]), so I guess that means I'm a feminist. With any luck, I can be one of those really cool and sensitive guys who knows more about feminism than any woman. Then when that doesn't get me any action, I can complain that women only like assholes -- i.e., I could be so feminist I'm misogynist! Irony: so sadly typical in this postmodern age.
I just know that some smart ass is going to suggest that I do something fun today, but I'd like to preemptively reply: Doing fun stuff costs money! And anyway, I am going to a huge blow-out party tonight at Marta's house, where I've heard rumors that blogging mega-star Claire (an actual real person) will be putting in an appearance.
If Liz Armstrong still lived in Chicago, this is definitely the party she would be going to. Complete with a punch fountain!
