Killing

21 08 2008

I don’t want to kill. I stopped eating most meat over 14 years ago because I didn’t want to kill animals, and I thought that if I weren’t willing to kill a critter, I shouldn’t eat it. I do occasionally eat fish; I have gone fishing and thus know that I have been willing to kill what I consume. Still, it’s been a very long time since I’ve gone fishing, and I wonder if I’d still be willing to whack the head off a perch. In fact, I’m pretty sure that my fish-killing credit has long since been exhausted, and that if I were really honest, I probably wouldn’t kill a fish today. The conclusion, of course, is that I should stop eating fish. But I haven’t.

And I don’t want to kill what I wouldn’t eat, either. Here, I’m talkin’ about bugs. A couple of weeks ago I had a couple of flies in my room, and I tried to shoo them away rather than actively attempting to flatten them. My benevolence has been rewarded with more flies, and a more constant irritation with them. Now, when I’m outside, I figure it’s everyone’s and everything’s territory: I don’t stomp on ants because, hey, we all gotta live somewhere. Inside, however, I am murderous. I celebrated the visit by the monthly exterminator (gel, no sprays) at my last apartment because it meant I could look forward to another month of roach-free living. I kill ants, potato bugs, and those horrific hairy multi-pedal monstrosities which skitter out of unseen cracks in the floorboards. I don’t kill spiders because I consider them allies in my anti-insect quest. I don’t look for the bugs, and many times I’ll try to ignore them. But when pushed, I squash ’em.

I don’t want to kill. But I do.





What the hell?

21 08 2008

I started another blog and wrote exactly one post before letting it slowwwwwwly starve to death. So why start another? Well, I was inspired by my friend, C., who’ll be starting a site of her own soon. (Of course, C. actually knows something about programming, so her site won’t be as, ah, amateurish as this one.) And god knows I have more opinions than I can fit in my mouth—which means more opinions than friends and coworkers care to hear—so why not let the words overflow here?

The real reason, however, is that I’m trying to figure some things out, and I’d like to hear what others have to say. I’m a political theorist by training, but I’d like to be a bit freer with my thoughts than one is allowed in scholarly journals. Most of all, I’d like to be able to wander across disciplinary boundaries into philosophy and theology and science & technology studies without worrying about the lack of proper credentials.

So I’ll write as if someone else were reading this, even if that is an *ahem* absurd presumption. But what the hell; why not?