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Editor of Logos, an online journal of society and culture.
Lives in New Jersey.
Won't eat frozen vegetables.
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Friday, March 5
I was laid off from my job this week. I am so happy. I am so relieved, liberated. For five years I have languished in a form of purgatory that even Dante's genius could not have created. I have felt like Prometheus, bound to that rock, the slow pecking at my liver finding affinity with the constant mediocrity of this swamp of obsequiousness and inauthenticity.
I cannot say that I have even the slightest regret about this fortunate experience. I can finish my book this summer, take some time off and then teach maybe at CUNY or Rutgers until I get a tenure-track job. Writing and reading are the only things that really interest me now. I have been so deformed emotionally by this place; my outlook rendered bleak and banal.
Hegel tells us that once philosophy paints its gray on gray, then a form of life grows old and the Owl of Minerva must take flight (at dusk, of course). Dear reader, I have never been so adamant as I am now: break free from the bonds of servitude that the iron cage of modern existence places on us. Embrace your passion for life, creation and association. You should know that at all time we are all--beneath any religious, national and/or ethnic perversions--endowed with a cosmopolitan sense of universality. We must work for the creation of a better life, for ourselves and for others.
Well, be this as it may: simply remember those great words of the great Florentine:
Segui il tuo corso, e lascia dir le genti.
[Follow your own path, no matter what anyone may say.]
Michael was existentially meandering at 2:35 PM \\
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