too real 4 u :: blue-roof :: summer 2007
We're Too Excited To Sleep 

Revenge or vengeance consists primarily of retaliation against a person or group in response to perceived wrongdoing. Although many aspects of revenge resemble or echo the concept of justice, revenge usually has a more injurious than harmonious goal. The vengeful wish consists of forcing the perceived wrongdoer to suffer the same pain that they inflicted in the first place, or of making sure that the wrongdoer can never inflict such an injury upon anyone else.

Revenge is a hotly contested ethical issue in philosophy.

Some feel that, at the very least, the threat of revenge is necessary to maintain a just society. In some societies, it is believed that the injury inflicted in revenge should be greater than the original one, as a punitive measure. The Old Testament philosophy of "an eye for an eye" (cf. Exodus 21:24) tried to limit the allowed damage, in order to avoid a vendetta or series of violent acts that could spiral out of control -- instead of 'ten-fold' vengeance, there would be a simple 'equality of suffering'. Detractors argue that revenge is a simple logical fallacy, of the same design as "two wrongs make a right." Some Christians interpret Paul's "Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord" (Romans 12:19, King James Version) to mean that only God has the moral right to exact revenge. Indeed, every major religious system contains some method for the mediation of disputes and for the limitation of vengeance by imputing a sense of cosmic justice to replace the often faulty justice systems of the world of men.

Of the psychological, moral, and cultural foundation for revenge, philosopher Martha Nussbaum has written: "The primitive sense of the just — remarkably constant from several ancient cultures to modern institutions . . . — starts from the notion that a human life . . . is a vulnerable thing, a thing that can be invaded, wounded, violated by another's act in many ways. For this penetration, the only remedy that seems appropriate is a counterinvasion, equally deliberate, equally grave. And to right the balance truly, the retribution must be exactly, strictly proportional to the original encroachment. It differs from the original act only in the sequence of time and in the fact that it is response rather than original act — a fact frequently obscured if there is a long sequence of acts and counteracts" ("Equity and Mercy," in Sex and Social Justice [Oxford University Press, 1999], pp. 157-58).

Vendettas or 'blood feuds' are sequences of acts and counter-acts motivated by revenge and carried out over long stretches of time by familial or tribal groups in a quest for justice; they were an important part of many pre-industrial societies, especially in the Mediterranean region, and still persist in some areas. During the Middle Ages, most would not regard an insult or injury as settled until it was avenged, or, at the least, paid for -- hence, the extensive Anglo-Saxon system of 'wergild' (literally, 'man-price') payments, which placed a certain monetary value upon certain acts of violence in an attempt to limit the spiral of revenge by codifying the responsibility of a malefactor. The story of Wimund the Bishop also illustrates the typical implacability of the time: its hero, though blinded and imprisoned, would avenge himself against his enemies 'if he had even but the eye of a sparrow'.

In Japan's feudal past, the Samurai class upheld the honor of their family, clan, or their lord through the practice of revenge killings, or 'katakiuchi'. These killings could also involve the relatives of an offender. Today, katakiuchi is most often pursued by peaceful means, but revenge remains an important part of Japanese culture.

The goal of some legal systems is limited to "just" revenge -- in the fashion of the contrapasso punishments awaiting those consigned to Dante's Inferno, some have attempted to turn the crime against the criminal, in clever and often grusome ways.

Modern Western legal systems usually state as their goal the reform or re-education of a convicted criminal. Even in these systems, however, society is conceived of as the victim of a criminal's actions, and the notion of vengeance for such acts is an important part of the concept of justice -- a criminal 'pays his debt to society'.

Interestingly, psychologists have found that the thwarted psychological expectation of revenge may lead to issues of victimhood.
--Wikipedia.org


Man, I wish I would never have to go through with any of that, but when Erik dies, I have to swear bloody vengeance on his grave!

I had a great night; I just hung out with Chad, Amanda, and Chrissy for a few hours, and then went home and got a good night's sleep. Amazing!

I'm going to go back to bed right now, as a matter of fact. Ah, day off - I love it.


Tap Tap? 



Friends; future lovers: This is the get-away spot that will be frequented by yours truly for the next several years during the last leg of the summer. Oh, man. Oh, cottage. I miss you. And... I will see you, so soon.

God, I hate that I never have anyone to go out with on nights I can stay up late... and I always have too much fun and stay out too late on nights that I should get to bed early. Shame on me.

Someone pointed out earlier today that the sea cow may possibly be the most retarded-looking animal ever. I disagree on principle, but I have yet to think of a more retarded-looking animal. Platypus, maybe? Stork?


California Love? 

Thankfully, Chrissy does not have mono. She has strep throat instead.

I called my Mum and gave her the Canada trip grocery list.

I have $400 more than I thought I had, but this still won't save me from abject poverty.

I finally know exactly how many people are coming to Canada, after weeks of giving out offers and biting my nails over Lauren. Phew, I'm glad that's over.

The Wren Crew Partay is today. Much chicken will be consumed by yours truly, and perhaps a foreign beer or two as well.


Mono-NUKE-lee-osis! 

Harrgh, I said "nuke".

Chrissy might have mono; she has white spots in her mouth, and she is very sick and tired (of lying around in bed all the time, for one thing, but also physically ill and lethargic).

Mono will ruin the last leg of Chrissy's summer. She will not be able to go to Canada, she will not be able to work, and therefore, she will not be able to make enough money for her next year at school.

Canada will ruin my next year at school, leaving me with a slammin' $50 per semester. But the price is right, at least for me. I'll be reusing some old, 3/4 filled notebooks, it seems. No neat new prospects for doomed organization this year.

Whatever, I say. Whatever!


The Times... 

I'm going to quit smoking, I've decided. The novelty has worn off, and I have no money.

Chrissy, Paige, and I spent a pleasant evening in the company of Vtalik and Zjora last night; we watched FUBAR.

I got three hours of sleep last night, but then I got back from the field very early because of a rain storm, and I got to sleep for another three hours. It felt very nice.

I'm excited for Canada.


Ho, We Have Got to Let You Know 

Here is the track list for my latest mix:

1. Hallelujah - The Tudor Choir
2. Jerusalem - Simon Finn
3. Stood the Test of Time - OMR
4. Southern Man (Redux) - Deaf in the Family
5. Let My People Go - Darondo
6. My Favorite Mutiny - The Coup
7. Just Keep Dancing - Avenue D
8. Lex - Ratatat
9. Can't Run But - Paul Simon
10. Mount Wroclai - Beirut
11. Dead and Lovely - Tom Waits
12. Take Me Back - Amber and Josh
13. Gnossienne 3 (Lent) - Erik Satie
14. What'll I Do - Rufus Wainwright
15. My Death - Elly Stone
16. Drug Song - The White Foliage
17. Where There's A Will, There's A Whalebone - Islands
18. Long Distance Call - Phoenix
19. Shout - De Novo Dahl

Most likely, it's going to Paige, Paige's Dad, and Chrissy. The first third is social commentary, the second third is dance music that transitions into kind of saddish, vaguely death-themed music, and the final third is more of the same followed by some happier pop-ish stuff. It probably shouldn't make sense, but it flows all right, I suppose. We'll have to see if it passes the Chrissy test.

LATER:

Made a second mix, maybe for the same people, depending on how much I end up liking it. It may be a little too hastily thrown together to sound that nice. Quoi-ev.

1. Black Box - Panurge
2. One To Another - The Charlatans
3. Resurrection Song - Birdmonster
4. Quick & Painful - Free Blood
5. Subject of the Kill - De Novo Dahl
6. He Knows the Sun - The Legends
7. Summer in a Sweater - Lylas
8. Octopus - Syd Barrett
9. Just Like A Mademoiselle - Colossal Yes
10. When I Am Gone - Sparrow House
11. Eleanor Rigby (Cover) - The Handsome Family
12. I Can't Get Next To You - Thee More Shallows
13. Put Us Back Together Right - Headlights
14. Great Mystery - Black Fiction
15. (I Can't Seem To) Make You Mine - The Clientele
16. Years and Years - Lylas


Bigger Dreams 

Well, this is the first post I'm making that doesn't have a quote for a title. The excuses I have for this include: My brainstorming has been much less localized and more broad in the past few days; Paige especially has me thinking about setting, due to her preoccupation with her newest, sthuper sthecret project. Also, I'm a lazy butt. Also, I haven't been over to Chad's very often in the past week or so. Also, I've temporarily misplaced my post-its.

The End!


"Man, his mom cheated on him... 

... with his brunkle!" -L.B.

I hate to use such a golden quote for such a shitty post, but it's the only one coming to mind at the moment, and I left all my yellow papers at home.

I'm at the lab. Working. Supposedly.

I miss Chrissy. She has a lot of jobs.

I miss Erik. He has a job, and he has a girlfriend.

I miss Paige. She has a play. I might see it tonight. Maybe... if I feel up to it...

In reality, though, I have seen all three of them at least once so far this week. I'm turning into Big Needy Chump Friend.

BLAH.

At least I'm getting paid for blogging, right?

The step-beast comes home with half-beast in tow today. They're expected at around six, which means I will have the house to my lonely, only self until then after I'm finished getting paid for doing nothing.

BORED.

BNCF, out.


"I gave him... 

... TMJ!" - E.A.

Today, I got a nasty spider bite. My dad thought it was a tick bite and that I was showing classic early signs of having contracted lyme disease. I didn't go to Paige's show tonight. I might go tomorrow. Daddy and I had chick-an waaangs.

I'm naked.


"Please... 

"... tell me your hair was just on fire." -M.R.

A more detailed description of last night:

Bud, bud, and buddies.

And hamburgers.


"Full of... 

... butane...?" -M.S.

Happy 4th, kidlings.

LB is a sweet guy.

I love my Chrissy.

I hope Erik enjoyed getting laid on this day.

Work tomorrow is early!


"Depends... 

... are what you wear when you've got a problem with your bowels." -T.S.

The forest was dreadfully humid this morning, but it was good to get back to work. I was dropped off first and finished last, and I had four zones to cover by myself. I caught three priority females and did sundry tasks. All in all, my first day back to work wasn't too brutal. The office work is going to be a complete mess, though; I know it.

I should probably think about writing Claire back. I should also think about calling Joel for coffee. Right now, I'd rather think of lunch and a nap.


"Gimme my boots... 

bitch!" - C.R.

(Then club with brick)

I saw Chrissy, Erik, and Teryn today. We went bowling. I came in second, although I didn't break 100. We probably should have played pool instead.


"I've Never Swooned... 

You see, I have a medical condition: My supreme manliness." -E.A.

The summer project is coming along well. I've got a nice stack of yellow, non-stick post-its and a basic template for character design in my noggin. Could this be the end of Marion's catastrophic period of writers' block? Well, you know, they say that writers' block is actually just self-indulgent laziness. Most writers suffer it all the time, actually, which is why writing is an actual vocation for some: it can be work.

Chad's party was more of a laid back chat. I didn't have a pen with me, which is a shame, because I recall there were some conversational gems. I received many compliments on a recent acquisition; its creamy white details are already turning a bright, deep blue.

It's back to work for me tomorrow, and I'm glad of it. A week off is enough to make me feel fat and lazy, and I actually miss those stupid birds, believe it or not. Speaking of birds, I'm trying to teach Hannah's parakeet to scream "Rape!". It's not going well. Buddy is a beautiful bird, but he's got to be one of the dumbest as well. Well, brains and beauty are seldom found in the same package.