Friday Afternoon Confessional: Obvious Solutions
I confess that this summer, the following obvious solutions struck me as major revelations:
- I found myself getting hungry, almost ravenously so, around 10:30, when I’d prefer to eat lunch around noon. This week, I realized I could get around this by eating breakfast later in the morning.
- At a colleague’s suggestion, I’m organizing my Global Christianity course around the contrast between liberation theology and Pentecostalism. The texts I’ve chosen for Pentecostalism tend to be more book-length, whereas I have more articles on liberation theology. I thought to myself, “I’m really risking losing the thread of comparison with liberation theology if I’m going through these books as a block.” Last week, I realized that I could assign liberation theology articles alongside chapters from the Pentecostal books — for the very same class session.
I confess that I sometimes use keyboard shortcuts for their own sake, even when the mouse would be faster. I confess that I feel weird going to the same coffee shop two days in a row, even though I’m led to believe that such behavior is normal and even expected. I confess that I sometimes prefer old-fashioned shitty restaurants because the procedure seems simpler, whereas more modern-style places sometimes feel like a “big production.”
I confess that I sometimes blog at AUFS about things I don’t care that much about simply because I expect them to boost traffic, even though the level of traffic does not directly affect my life in any way. I confess that looking at the number of books I brought to Chicago for the summer, I am embarrassed at the number that I didn’t even touch. In my defense, however, this summer was also the first time in several years that I’ve done significant book-buying (studying for exams pretty well killed my joy in books for a while), although it’s still the case that the number of new books I bought and read does not begin to approach the number of books I brought with me.
I confess that I came up with it as a joke, but on a lot of levels, I really am “religious but not spiritual.”
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