Now UT wants me to teach a Summer class starting next week. I am the shit.
*Or someone else was the shit, turned U.T. down and then it came groveling to me like some sad little state institution, longhorn between its legs. Whatever, who's counting? Answer: me.
Sometimes everything just congeals in my head like some mindslug, and I am unable to tear apart the little creature in any sort of satisfactory way. Is it because it is too hot? It is too hot. When I went to a wedding in D.C. the other week, whenever anyone asked me about Texas, I just replied, "it's really, really hot." Now, this is partly because I am an asshole, especially as formal parties and the like, but also because it is just too fucking hot here. How do I forget every Summer? I have like some seasonal Memento disease that blocks out memories above 80 degrees.
Here's my "Why the fuck am I still in grad-school philosophical bullshit mode?" question of the week:
Is moral relativism the same as spinelessness? I always declared myself a moral relativist but is that just because I am lazy? Who knows. I can't decide whether I need more conviction or more Kant. Maybe both. See? I can't decide.
coincidentally, "w.t.f.a.i.s.i.g.s.p.b.m.?" questions will be part of a recurring series ending with my complete and total lobotomy.