Tuesday, April 01, 2008
(10:32 AM) | Dave Belcher:
Tuesday Hatred: Ressentiment editionI hate doctors. I think I've seen about 8 or 9 now, and not one has any clue what it is that is plaguing my...brain, vestibular system? (they don't know that either -- I have been troubled by some kind of "disequilibrium" problem, which apparently is not "vertigo," for roughly 9 months now...and it's fairly debilitating). So, I'm generalizing my hatred: I hate them all.
I hate how easily I become frustrated at bad news -- two rejections from the AAR again this year. Maybe next year I would do better to propose something about shifting religious identities due to the postmodern hybridity of subjectivity in a poscolonial era or something (according to Žižek, I would at least serve to receive thousands of dollars to perform my research!).
I hate Gmail. Not only do they read my mail, but every time I get on, they seem to be "experiencing technical difficulties" -- another way of saying: "We currently have our heads WAY up our asses."
I hate that Davidson couldn't stop the hegemony; even though technically having four top seeds in the Final Four is a completely new thing, a Final Four with an unexpected no-name is always more exciting.
I hate how apathetic I am to everything...I can't even hate properly...I can't find the true source of my hatred...but it still grants valuation to everything. My hatred is so blinding that it imposes itself upon everything, subsequently acting in my place. I need a proxy for my proxy.
Don't forget to show some love.