Tuesday, April 24, 2007
(1:38 AM) | Ben W:
Tuesday Hatred: Back among the heteronomousAh… It's good to back. The place has changed since I left—blogger two-point-oh, Adam's become something of a fancy lad, I guess, and here in Hate Central Command it's hard to escape the curious funk of sea otter—but fundamentally things are much as they were when my contract was, for reasons that have never been made clear, not renewed. But I know that if I were to allow myself to slip into a nostalgic mood I'd never muster the spirit necessary to mount a really effective hatred, one that can inspire you, O Weblogians, to hate with all your beings. So I must stop! Cut short my introductory ramblings and get straight to the heart of the matter—because it's the heart that matters most.
I hate the process of attempting to find housing in San Francisco. What I especially hate is the slowness with which people place ads—it's somewhat idiotic that now, barely a week before May first, people are still posting ads for roommates starting on that very day, while the number of people posting ads for a June move-in can be counted on the knuckles of one finger.
I hate that I couldn't remember the word I wanted to use in place of "slowness" above. I hate the frequency with which words escape me. I hate that I think grad school is destroying my creativity and my brain and everything good and beautiful in the world.
I hate the perceived-by-me insularity of the philosophy department (qualification attached because I don't know how insular others find it, and actually have pretty decent reason to believe that the answer is "not that insular"). Hopefully APS or someone can fulminate in the comments about how analytic philosophers keep trying to prevent him from a job or something; that'll liven things up.
I hate Ticketmaster for adding something like $15 to a ticket whose face value is 5/3 that amount, and for never mentioning this extravagant addition until the very end of the ticket-buying process, at which point one has about 30 seconds to notice that the price has increased markedly and decide whether or not still to go through with things.
I hate that I stupidly scheduled my sections and office hours so that I have to be on campus every weekday, though I suppose that, really, that's all my fault.
I hate that other people seem much more excited about my extremely tentative plans for a dissertation topic than I do.