Tuesday Hatred: We maintain ascendancy in no-man’s-land
I hate that I left a concert before the group that I actually wanted to see started, because it was the only way to get home at a decent hour, and I need to get up early in the morning. I hate, moreover, that had the concert begun at the advertised start time, my early (relative to the bands’ appearances) departure would not have been necessary. I hate that I don’t really want to bother doing a mock interview, because I don’t want to bother about anything job-associated. This may be a problem if I get a real interview, but come on, how likely is that?
I hate all the stupid bullsh*t associate with wikileaks. I hate the number of hastily-convened symposia, conferences, etc. concerning the crisis, or whatever one wishes to call it, in the humanities, even though the crisis is hardly “in the humanities” rather than in the broader system in which the humanities find themselves forced to exist. I hate that the odds that anything productive, let alone radical, will be done in response to all these low shenanigans are approximately nil. I hate being ignored by formerly voluble interlocutors, and I hate the fact that my bicycle is still in the shop.
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