Tuesday, May 22, 2007
(2:49 PM) | Dominic:
Tuesday Hatred: Odi et odi
I confess that I keep thinking it's Friday. I hate it when that happens.Today I hate especially the following: bullet points, Visio diagrams, "high-level" overviews and the demand that all knowledge be capable of being reduced to such...rudiments. Honestly, it's like trying to do Japanese calligraphy wearing boxing gloves. Fie to those who claim that my love of prose (you know, with sentences and paragraphs and semicolons and...oh, oh...) is due to its almost limitless capacity for obfuscation. You may call it obfuscation; I call it nuance.
I hate that I bought a copy of Bertrand Russell's History of Western Philosophy that was going cheap purely so I could look up the outrageously obtuse and dismissive chapter on Bergson. I hate that I then read through that chapter thinking, "well, yes, quite...". I hate that you could pass off the opening sentences of the chapter on the "philosophy of logical analysis" as vintage Badiou, and it would be a while before anyone noticed.
I hate middle class women who confidently and unashamedly declare their ignorance of basic mathematics, as if this were just the most feminine thing ever. Even more, I hate the men who fawn on them. If you're going to fawn on someone, fawn on someone who can do pointless topology, wretches! (I hate that I cannot, as yet, do pointless topology).
I hate all opinions expressed in conversations about the UK education system, including my own. It's patently obvious that no-one engaged in such conversations has a fucking clue, again including myself. The UK education system is an entirely imaginary construct, a vaporous phantom conjured by the fluctuations of the housing market. If we stop believing in it, it will go away.
I feed on your hatred!
