Tuesday Hatred: Tar Macadam
When, following a talk, the chair moves the gathering directly into the question period, with no time having been allotted as an intermission in which the assembled can gather their thoughts together the better to phrase and even come up with a question, that is something I hate, whether I am involved or not. I also hate academic books the entirety of whose text is set in a monospaced face. What? I also hate the word “orientate”.
I hate my habit of reading essays that cross my path for no particular reason (I mean I read them for no particular reason (other than their having crossed my path), not that they cross my path for no particular reason, though I suppose many of them do that as well)—especially because it often leads to the following uncomfortable and indeed hate-worthy situation: reading something else later, not infrequently another arbitrarily embarked-upon essay, I come across something that makes me think “didn’t I read [or begin] an essay about that?”. Sometimes I can go on to recall in greater detail what it was, but only very rarely can I recall anything that would help me track it down again—author or title, for instance. O frustration, relent!
I hate that I can’t open files that are in the trash, in OSX. Sometimes I just want to see what something is, and only after doing that decide to remove it from the trash. Why should I have to take it out just to open it and likely put it back?
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