Friday, October 26, 2007
(12:00 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Friday Afternoon Confessional: Yglesiotomy
I confess that I feel a little bit stupider after reading this article about the often tense relationship between George W. Bush and Arnold Schwarzenegger. I confess that I'm beginning to think that Giuliani is actually insane in the strict clinical sense. I confess that I'm glad the federal government has enough resources to so thoroughly document the life of the president's dog (via Chapati Mystery).I confess that I got proofs on an article and was a little disappointed in my prose style in certain places. I need to impose a new rule -- no cascading subordinate clauses. If a subordinate clause is grammatically dependent on another subordinate clause, that's a sign that I need to rewrite.
I confess that I'm really enjoying the new season of House, though the decision to keep the old team around is making me a little nervous. On the other hand, a bigger cast does result in less face-time for Wilson, which is all for the good -- for instance, in the most recent episode, Wilson only got a token visit from House, which seemed to be little more than a way of reminding the audience that he still exists.
I confess that our DVR is still set up to record Prison Break, even though I have not been watching it. I have tentatively blocked out the day after I get back from AAR to catch up on it -- I know I'll be useless anyway, so if I'm going to waste my time, I might as well be really rigorous about it.
I confess that Halloween is my least-favorite holiday. Something deep within me rebels against the idea of having to wear a costume.
I confess that every semester, I experience "commute creep" -- at first it seems like I've perfectly scheduled everything so that I only need to go to Hyde Park once a week, but over the course of the semester it gradually becomes clear that I'm routinely going down there four and even five days a week. I confess that my commute from within the city officially takes longer than my commute from Kankakee did.
I confess that I saw a monster truck parked on Lincoln Ave. that had been retrofitted with testicles: a plastic scrotum dangled from its rear bumper. Not only did this guy specifically buy a plastic scrotum appropriate for vehicular mounting -- and presumably attached it to his truck himself, a process that must have required some degree of labor -- but apparently there are places where you can buy them and at least one company mass-producing them.
