What Passed for a Train of "Thought" Yesterday Morning

So I was looking in the bathroom mirror, wondering if I should shave, when it occurred to me that Derrida's "always already" takes up the omniscient temporality of the Puritans' God's p.o.v. I wonder how Derrida would have changed the title of Jonathan Edwards's "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God." Maybe through a Lacan-like "God is structured like a language" move? Nah, that's more Zizek territory--his critique of Derrida would no doubt be entitled "Sinners in the Hands of an Indifferent God." Which made me think of the way little kids act up when their parents are tuning them out--what if humanity was "going through a phase" trying to get God's attention? That made me think of Simmons's Hyperion and his variations on the Abraham/Isaac story, which lead me to Nietzsche's notion of the death of God, which helped me decide that humanity was like a teenager who was in denial that his parents had died and was acting out in order to force them to deal with him. Hey, this would be a neat Mostly Harmless blog post! Or CitizenSE? Nah, not Hawthorne-y enough. Oh no! It's already 8 am and I still haven't even looked up LPGA.com to confirm that Ochoa won the Ginn Tribute. How could I have slept in so late? Oh yeah, all that coughing that kept me up half the night. Will barely have time to write the LPGA post today--the free association one can wait till tomorrow. So can shaving. Let's hope I remember to do both tomorrow.