Friday Afternoon Confessional: Summer doldrums
I confess that my summer vacation has been a little bit too long, given that my abbreviated contract at K College ended in April. I confess that the time before I got the job at Shimer College seems like a lifetime ago, let alone the time when I was still commuting to Kalamazoo.
I went through my Netflix history this week to try to remember a movie title, and I confess that it was strange — I was suddenly struck with memories of whole periods in my life based simply on what movies and TV shows I was watching at the time. I confess that my first Netflix shipment was the movie The Parallax View. I was working on my Zizek book at the time and wanted to see if there was any connection with Zizek’s book of the same title (there did not seem to be).
A friend of mine told me recently that her mom used to wear a t-shirt that read, “Nuclear war? But what about my career?” I confess that that has been my attitude toward the debt ceiling debate. I was worried that a default would lead to an economic catastrophe that would somehow result in my job being pulled out from under me. And now, I frankly can’t get myself worked up about the cuts. I know they’re bad in so many ways and I’m really disappointed in Obama for how he handled it — but in the last analysis, as long as they didn’t willfully cause a second financial crisis, I’m cool with it. Does that mean that I’ve somehow crawled over to the side of people who are benfiting from the evils of neoliberalism?
I confess that I resubscribed to London Review of Books earlier this summer and just this week also received my first issue of New York Review of Books. I’m tempted to subscribe to the relatively new Jewish Review of Books and Los Angeles Review of Books just for the sake of completeness — are there any other “Reviews of Books” I’m missing?
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