The combination of recovering from the travel, three job candidates in a week, and the kids' rehersals and choir concert is leaving me rather vague and disoriented. My thoughts sort of drift and scamper around. Ideas are picked up, glanced at, dropped. In no certain or uncertain order...
--It's raining, but the house remains dry. Paul, unfortunately, is still combatting the leak in the roof that prevents him from finishing his floors. Actually, he now thinks he might install a sunroof. I wonder if this is possible before he leaves for Equador in a month.
--It seems that Christian conservatives would have just as much reason to be pro-Palestinian as they are pro-Israel. Isn't Bethelem in the area of the West Bank? And, Wal-Mart's decision to go all "Merry Christmas" this year is a bad, bad retrograde move away from religious pluralism.
--Folks who voice even mild support of neoliberalism while criticizing neoconservativism bug me no end. Neoliberal policies, in addition to relying on the marketization of all of social life and leading to gross extremes of inequality, have neoconservative effects. Market logics, for example, can tell cities to appeal to consumers, particularly high end consumers. This can and does lead to horrible forms of segregation and the collapse of social services in low income and racially diverse areas as cities seek to transform themselves in accordance with the dictates of the market.
--There can be a tension around blogging when one blogs under one's own name, particularly after one has become accustomed to blogging. I have in mind temptations to vent or overshare, temptations to describe actions that may combine self-righteousness and self-destruction in a confused, overdetermined tangle. These things have to remain unsaid or at least substantially delayed.
--Mladen Dolar liked the way I used the notion of drive in my discussion of 9/11 conspiracy theories (which thrilled to pieces, I admit). Yet as we talked, the possibility emerged that perhaps psychosis might work better as a description than perversion. I'm not sure, so I'm reading Santer on Schreber, for starters. Then I'll go back to Zizek, all of it, yet again, as I always do, looking again at the details on knowledge, truth, and perversion. And, I expect that I won't be satisfied with this, that I'll need, again, to look more carefully through Lacan. This will take some time, then.
--We will probably get the tree on Saturday. I wonder if it will help with seasonal spirit. Now, all I am is tired and preoccupied, trying to make sure that the kids are where they should be when they should be there and in the requisite attire. I rewrite and revise. And I hope for time to read and think even as I don't know if I would use the time well should I get it.