Friday Afternoon Confessional: Week One
I confess that after my first week of teaching, I am tired. I confess that I have not been taking my physical limitations into account when setting myself tasks to do of late — for instance, I apparently think that after a full day of teaching, followed by an afternoon of translating, I can come home and hammer out six postdoc applications, each of which requires materials that I need to write more or less from scratch. I confess that I cannot do that. I confess that I have not done that. I confess that I nonetheless remain pretty far ahead of the curve on the application process and probably need to just calm down. But I want to be done applying!
I confess that I’m enjoying In Defense of Lost Causes and that Zizek has produced in me a fascination with the history of Stalinism, but the kind of fascination that doesn’t lead you to want to do any independent research. I confess that reading Zizek calms me, though I expect very few people feel that way. I confess that I didn’t find the original Inglorious Bastards to be very interesting, but it was a decent way to unwind after a long day at the office.
I confess that I order out too much and cook even less than I did in Chicago. In part, that’s because my kitchen sucks and doesn’t have a dishwasher. In part, it’s also because I know how to cook relatively few things, I’m sick of half of them, and I’m not in the mood to try to learn anything new. I confess that I think I’m gaining weight, but all my close fit the same and no one has noticed any change (I’ve asked). I confess that tracking down a scale seems like too much effort — and besides, I’m not really clear on what I weighed before. I think the last time I weighed myself was after Thanksgiving dinner, which is presumably not representative. I don’t remember what I weighed then.
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