the oresteia

I’m reading Aeschylus’ The Oresteia for my theatre history class. If you haven’t read it, and I’m just going to go out on a limb here and say that most of you haven’t, then I will explain: it is a tragedy in three parts, buuuut I would take the term “tragedy” loosely here; it’s more a “drama” or “not a comedy,” mostly because it ends happily, and because there really isn’t a feeling of tragic flaw, or really even a feeling of a protagonist. The theme in general is revenge based on Fate. The first play, Agamemnon, deals with King Agamemnon of Argos returning home following the sacking of Troy. He brings with him a slave woman, a prophetess named Cassandra. His wife, Clytemnestra, is angry with him because he A) sacrificed their daughter Iphigenia1 to the god Artemis so that he could receive favorable winds on the way to Troy, and B) he brought back Cassandra, who, while a prophetess, is pretty much his concubine at this point.

Anyway, as is the case with Greek tragedies, Clytemnestra ends up killing Agamemnon and Cassandra. Her lover Aegisthus becomes the new king, and the both of them seemingly walk off into the sunset, happy as clams. Of course, the Chorus warns them of Orestes, Clytemnestra’s son, who will return and get revenge. But what does she care, right? Meh! Bah! Whatever, dudes.

Cassandra is probably my favorite part of this first play in the trilogy. She’s such an underrated character. Most prophet-type characters in Greek mythology — Tiresias, Calchas, etc — are already in Mystery Mode by the time the play starts. They’re weird, they’re scary, and they’re always right. But Cassandra is different. She is a prophetess not because she wanted to be one, but because she was forced to become one by Apollo. Apollo thought she was beautiful and wanted to sleep with her, but she said no (way to go, by the way). In his anger, Apollo granted her the vision of prophecy, but also cursed her so that no one would believe her prophecies. There is a part in Agamemnon where Clytemnestra beckons Agamemnon into his home, to walk on the “red” carpet as a conqueror. I’ll admit, I didn’t really understand this while I read it, but doing this apparently indicates hubris on Agamemnon’s part, so he is reluctant to do as she says. Eventually he decides to leave with his wife, and Cassandra is left alone, which is when she receives a prophecy from Apollo, where she comes to understand that she will be killed if she goes into Agamemnon’s home. She already knows Agamemnon is going to be killed. Of course, the Chorus does not understand her. Cassandra is such a brilliantly tragic character, so much more than Agamemnon or Clytemnestra. She is the proto-Medea of this play, though unlike Medea, who seems to have complete control over her fate, Cassandra has been cursed to have no control over it. One might wonder why she doesn’t just leave, run away, start her life anew, but her sadness seems more entrenched in despair and frustration at her circumstances: no matter where she goes, or what she does, she will always be tormented by the truth that she cannot share. Thus, I think she willingly decides to enter Clytemnestra’s home to be killed, because her life would be nothing but torment if she did not. It’s such a tragic twist, such a sad story, and it’s only a small part of the trilogy. Too bad, really. Clytemnestra’s story is really not that tragic. Yes, Iphigenia was sacrificed, but then ten years happened. Agamemnon’s gone, Clytemnestra hooks up with Aegisthus, then he comes back and suddenly she has to construct all this anger again. To me, Agamemnon’s death has less to do with revenge than it does with making Aegisthus the king. Aeschylus brings Cassandra into the fold to further anger Agamemnon, but again, is that enough to raise the ire of Clytemnestra? It is in this play, apparently, but it seems suspect to me.

Anyway. The second play is called The Libation Bearers. It deals with Orestes and Electra, another child of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra, plotting to kill Clytemnestra and Aegisthus out of vengeance. Orestes finds Electra at Agamemnon’s gravesite, where she notices a lock of hair he has cut and placed on the grave. She almost immediately recognizes it to be Orestes’ hair, and the two meet each other after years of being apart. Orestes then plans to kill Clytemnestra and Aegisthus by pretending to be a citizen of Phocis, where Orestes’ friend Pylades is from and where Orestes lived when he was away.

Interesting tangent: the term “libation bearers” refers to the libations that Electra’s slave women chorus group pours onto Agamemnon’s grave: first honey, then milk, then wine, then water. The reason they do this is because Clytemnestra had a dream where she gave birth to a serpent, and the serpent feeds from her breast and draws blood at the same time (my translation referred to “bloodclots,” which was kind of gross). She has these women pour libations as a way to reduce harm to Clytemnestra. So the next time you see a “homey” pour out some of his 40oz for a dead friend, you can trace that action all the way back to ancient Greece.

I almost forgot to mention the part of this play where Orestes, Electra, and the Chorus attempt some kind of communion with Agamemnon. It’s a really amazing piece of work, very dense and lyrically complex. What’s equally great is that they sort of succeed but sort of don’t. Agamemnon doesn’t show up, all ghostly and scary and shit, as he might in some lesser form of drama, but Orestes does receive the information about Clytemnestra’s dream with the serpent, which he believes to be himself, and is enough to make him decide to kill her and Aegisthus. The whole scene is charged with mystery and reads (at least) like a freak out creepy Ouija board kind of scene you’d find in a movie.

It also makes me think of motivations for other characters. Like, why didn’t Antigone and Ismene try this with Polynices? It’s weird how characters react to things, you know?

Anyway, the recurring theme in these plays is one of “blood for blood,” and endless cycle of revenge killings. Iphigenia is killed by Agamemnon. Clytemnestra then kills Agamemnon and Cassandra for what he did. Orestes eventually kills Clytemnestra and Aegisthus in revenge. This cycle seems endless, but as we find out in the third play, it is not so.

So Orestes and Pylades come to Clytemnestra’s house and Orestes ends up killing Aegisthus fairly easily. But when it comes time to kill his own mother, he has reservations. He asks Pylades for advice, and Pylades reminds him of Apollo, who is basically running the show from behind the scenes. Orestes ends up killing Clytemnestra, which results in the second best scene in the play: the Erinyes (or the Furies, if you want the Roman name) chasing after him. You know whenever the Nazgul are chasing the Hobbits? It’s like that. Only Orestes can see them, but they are chasing after him like a bat out of hell. It’s a great ending to the second play, because it shows that there are consequences to our actions. Orestes felt he was in the right, but the Erinyes feel differently.

Which leads us to the last play, which is called The Eumenides, and deals with the trial of Orestes by Athena. The Erinyes are like the Richard Belzer and Jerry Orbach of family killings — they’re out to stop them. Orestes believes killing Clytemnestra was right, the Erinyes believe it to be wrong, and Athena steps in and decides to find the verdict through a trial. It’s a pretty interesting scene, watching the Erinyes trying to get at Orestes, furious with Athena for having a trial instead. Apollo shows up again, to act as a witness (or attorney, really) for Orestes. Apollo’s a weird character in this trilogy. First he screws up Cassandra’s life just because she won’t sleep with him, which, in my mind, is a tremendous act of hubris (and, in Agamemnon, Cassandra’s description of the moment Apollo tried to get it on sounds a lot more like rape than love, so I don’t blame her for saying no). Then, he guides Orestes into killing his mother, and then he sits at his trial and defends him. What a guy, eh?

There’s another great scene at the beginning of this play, where the Ghost of Clytemnestra tries to rouse the Erinyes from some kind of slumber cast upon them by Apollo. Orestes is being trafficked, so to speak, to Athens by Hermes, and Apollo’s buying him some time. Apollo’s like the ancient Greek’s version of Saul Goodman. But what’s great about the scene is that it gives us a chance to see Clytemnestra again, this time dead and presumably in the land of the dead. Why she chooses to appear here is uncertain, but she leaves just as soon as the Erinyes begin to wake up, so I guess she’s a dream? Who knows.

Anyway, long story short, Orestes is acquitted because the jury is split evenly, but Athena votes for Orestes. Apollo’s defense for Orestes’ alleged crime is, I shit you not, just, maybe you should sit down for this: that men are better than women, in marriage, at least. I shit you not! His reason behind this is that Athena was born from Zeus without a mother.

… I shit you not, guys. Read the damn play yourself! I feel like this kind of misogyny can’t even be called misogyny. It’s like some kind of proto-sogyny, where the men just don’t even know what the hell they’re doing, they’re just saying, “Dude men are better than women!” like a five year old would, just because he heard it from his parents. It’s disconcerting, really. You honestly can’t put modern bias on ancient times, but on the other  hand, there is no disagreement that ancient Greece was A) wholly patriarchal, and B) did not care for women that much. At least in the writings we have. Sucks. Really sucks.

I gotta hand it to the Greeks, though: they make their gods really fucked up.

So Athena buys this and votes for Orestes’ acquittal. The other votes are split, so Orestes wins. This could’ve been the end of the play, but instead, the Erinyes go apeshit, arguing with Athena and threatening to ruin the Athenian crops. Athena gets them to calm down and ends up promoting them, in a way; they now will take care of the city’s prosperity. Nice! This scene is also great because Athena calls the Erinyes the “old gods” and fully acknowledges that she is a “young god,” and that they have more wisdom than she. How is that possible? She’s a god! How do some gods have less wisdom than others?

Oh Greeks, you are magnificient.

One of the greater themes this trilogy brings is that of justice, not in vengeance, but in a court of law. Of course, the “laws” presented in this court seemingly have no bearing on anything worthwhile, aaaand Apollo’s defense plan is 100% utter bullshit, but it’s a start, at least. If anything, it says to me that you shouldn’t have gods judge what mortals do. Especially Greek gods.

So that’s everything you probably wanted to know about The Oresteia and then some. Tune in next week, when I ramble on about plays you don’t know and don’t care about! Huzzah!

  1. By the way, did I mention that I typed these names out off the top of my head, without looking? Because I did. Oh yeah.

cheater

Weight: 258.7
lb fat: 75.9
% fat: 29.4
% water: 51.5
% bone: 9.4
BMI: 30.8

A slight gain from last week, but overall it could’ve been a lot worse. I’ve been weighing myself every day since the 8th, and the past couple of days have been a pound higher. I don’t plan on weighing myself every day of the year, only this month, just to get a sense of how my body weight works. It’s just interesting to me. Anyway…

I cheated the other day. Totally ruined my No Sugar January. I ate some Trader Joe’s cookies1 that my girlfriend had won in a white elephant gift exchange. I told her I would wait until February to eat them, but I didn’t. Couldn’t help myself. They were sitting on the top of the fridge, just staring at me in their hexagonal box, goading me on. There were four kinds, and I had one of each. That’s it. Four cookies. Pretty tame, actually, compared to my usual cycle of buying a sleeve of Oreos from the corner store and chowing down on them with a tall glass of milk. But still. Four cookies. Ruined my month.

Okay, not really. Always look on the bright side, right? It was only four cookies. The bad news is that I’m starting to slide back into some bad habits, mostly because of school and the necessity of good food taking a backseat to education. But I’m also working out more than I did before, so hopefully it balances itself out enough that I still lose weight. I can’t help being super hungry after working out, but I can help myself by eating right.

  1. Joe Joe’s, specifically

a bit about breaking bad

Alright, I’ve decided to make a few changes to my format here.

Theatre Thursday can also be TV Thursday. Also Fiction Friday can be Film Friday. There. So say I, so shall it be done!

WARNING: This post has massive spoilers. If you haven’t seen Breaking Bad yet, get over your hangup about watching people cook meth and watch it. It’s one of the best shows on TV, period.

Have you watched it? Okay, good. I mean, you don’t have to watch the whole thing. I’m only halfway through season two, okay? So don’t freak out.

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Finishing the episode “4 Days Out,” and I was stuck by something as the episode ended: first, I’ve read a bit about Vince Gilligan, the guy who created the show, and his concept of making a show about a protagonist who becomes an antagonist. I love it. It’s a ballsy move, to put all of your chips onto this “hero” who becomes evil. George Lucas tried it with the prequel movies, and he failed — he terribly, mercilessly failed. But Breaking Bad is different. It’s well plotted, it has excellent stakes and suspense, and it has characters that you give a damn about.

And that’s what struck me: how much I care about Walter White. I’m still at a point in the series where his arguments with Jesse are weighted with truth. Jesse pours their only drinking water onto the flaming generator. Walter snaps at him, as he does a lot in this episode, but his arguments carry weight. And later, when he’s attempting to hook up the impromptu battery, the outcome of all of these heated arguments with Jesse finally shows its head, although briefly — Jesse begins to show signs of understanding chemistry. But then when Walter asks him what the best conduit is for the battery and Jesse says, “Oh! Wire,” we see that Walt has a long way to go. Fortunately, Jesse has his own moments of truth, as well, making him much more than just a whiny sidekick. His knowledge of the drug business are surprisingly savvy, if maybe a bit timid. Having Walter there to push him makes for good television.

All that aside, the last moment. The penultimate scene, where Walt learns his cancer is in 80% remission. Where his family, who he has estranged time and again with his antics, erupts in joy. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise up, I felt the pressure on my heart. I felt like crying. Not because I was being force-fed emotions by great actors. Not because I watched some formulaic romantic comedy. But because I was watching a character develop. He was changing. Some of it purposeful, some accidental. And now, he’s given a second chance. And the best part? He hates it.

I’ve been hesitant to start watching Breaking Bad in much the same way I’ve been hesitant to watch The Wire: both are critically acclaimed shows, very high up on the “You Must Watch This” scale, and I know that by watching it, I will be investing a lot of my time. But I started watching BB about a week ago and, of course, I’m hooked. There’s something about good stories that, for me, for reasons I don’t really understand, make me want to walk around in silence. I don’t really understand it. After watching a couple episode of this gripping television show, I’ll take a break, pad quietly downstairs in my barefoot, walk to the kitchen, my ears tuned to the soft patter of my skin on the faux wood floor. Open the fridge, listen to the unique magnetic sucking sound the fridge door makes as it opens. Slide the bottom crisper drawer open, rummage through a noisy produce bag, the noise almost a shimmer of sound. Pick out an apple. Slide the drawer back. Close the fridge. Buff the apple against my shift. Take a bite, listening to the chop sound, the ripping of the apple’s flesh and meat. The grinding sound of chewing. I listen to all of it. I take it in. Why? I don’t know. But there’s something about a TV show this good that almost makes it sacred. Takes it beyond regular TV and into that illustrious realm of “art.” Breaking Bad is art. It’s about cooking methamphetamine, but it’s art. And that’s what I love about art.

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My friend Steve was interested in my thoughts on the show, having worked at a medical marijuana clinic for three years. Honestly, I hadn’t even thought about that. I don’t grow, I don’t associate with growers, and there’s not huge mounds of pot flowing through the clinic. The number one thing I thought about regarding pot and this show is that Walter could’ve used a few hits of some strong weed to keep his nausea from chemo down, and maintain his appetite. That was about it.

Anyway, great show. Surprised I’m even taking time off to write this blog, instead of watching another episode.

And one of these days, I’ll watch the Wire. I just feel the need to settle in to that one.

a stark reality

Weight: 258.2lbs
lbs fat: 75.8
% fat: 29.4
% water: 51.5
% bone: 9.4
BMI: 30.7

I made the mistake last Saturday of buying a new bathroom scale.

As you can see above, it has all the bells and whistles of “bioelectrical impedance,” which is probably 90% bunk but tells me my body fat percentage, my water percentage, bone percentage, and overall BMI. It also, apparently, told me that I was ten pounds heavier than my old, shitty, Goodwill scale told me.

At my last weigh in, I was 252 lbs. But when I weighed myself on Saturday afternoon, shortly after buying the scale, I weighed 13 lbs more — 265. I then proceeded to take my girlfriend out to dinner and a movie (thanks to my parents, who sent me gift cards for Christmas). What I ordered at Applebee’s wasn’t especially lot calorie (it also didn’t look very good, but that’s a different story), and yet, surprisingly, when I weighed myself on Sunday morning, I was 260.8. So this whole time, my old scale was lying to me. Lying to me! When I weighed 260 on that thing, I probably weighed closer to 270 or even 275! It’s really kind of frustrating, to be honest. I mean, this whole thing is frustrating: trying to count calories, trying to stay in shape. Doing it with a positive attitude. It’s difficult. So to buy this new scale and have it be ten pounds heavier is kind of a big deal.

And then on Sunday night my girlfriend made these delicious Bolivian cheese dough thingies called cunapes. And I ate a million of them. The next morning I weighed myself and I was three pounds less than before I ate them. I’m not suggesting cunapes made me lose weight, but I wish they did, because I would continue to eat millions of them.

Anyway, today I weigh 258 pounds. I’ve been weighing myself every morning, not to obsess over shedding weight, but to analyze how weight loss occurs throughout the month. I’ve also started Couch to 5K again, which I’m actually going to continue just after this blog post. Working out is hard. I feel like I’m not very good at it. But I give it my best, what more can you do?

Either way, it’s been twelve days without any kind of artificial sugar or sweet thing. Apples are awesome now. But the temptation to just go get a candy bar is strong. It’s weird when routines and cravings mix.

Alright, off to take a jog and do a few pushups.

a look inside my computer

I thought I would start this entry by talking a little bit about my computer setup. If this stuff bores you, fine, it’s only one day out of the week, right? But some people like to hear about other people’s computers, so here I go.

Here’s a photo from last week, of the finished setup:

Running clockwise, from the upper left, we see two red fans pushing air out of the computer. Pretty simple stuff. The case, by the way, is an Antec DF-85, a huge case with plenty of room to add all kinds of fun stuff like a thousand hard drives. There are two fans in the back, two on the top, and three in the front. The fans in the front can be opened to allow for easier access to the hard drives, which is completely awesome. Anyway, next to those back fans is the Hyper 212+, which I have written extensively about already. Behind it is my Intel i5 2500k processor, as well as my MSI P67A-GD65 (B3) motherboard. Next to the cooler are my two 4GB sticks of G.Skill DDR3 1333 RAM. For some reason they color code the RAM slots for dual channels, which means the RAM works together better. But they do it spaced like you see above. Why? I don’t know.

Next to the RAM are some cables, and then towards the top are  my DVD drive and, above that, a sweet 5.25″ storage bay thing that I bought, specifically for the purpose of storing screws. I’m so glad I did it, it’s a great storage space. Above that, and technically outside the case, is my Crucial 64GB SSD, sitting in the hot swap bay, waiting for some new cables so I can install it at the bottom of the case instead.

Then, below those two things is my 500GB Western Digital hard drive, and then a looooot of empty space (which will eventually be filled with more hard drives, but as of right now, the floods in Thailand have destroyed a lot of hard drives and thus driven the price up waaay too much. You’ll see that black thing sticking out of the bottom of the hard drive cage; that’s a special hard drive hot swap attachment. Well, it’s not so much a “hot” swap (meaning you’re not supposed to just tear your hard drives out of there willy-nilly), but it makes it much easier to swap hard drives without going in an exchanging cables. Pretty cool, but the whole swap thing will be mostly unnecessary for me.

At the very bottom, in the middle, you’ll see four white nubbin thingies — that’s where my SSD is supposed to go. I’m getting cables shipped to me as I type this, so hopefully next week I can talk more about that. Not that it’s a huge thing, but, eh, you know, maybe you want to learn about really mundane things like moving an SSD from a hot swap spot to a more permanent location. Maybe you’re just that type of person. And who am I to deny you the ability to learn about that? Some kind of mundane information denier? Denier? Is that a word? Chrome is not putting a red squiggly line underneath it, so I’m rolling with it.

Next to my future SSD home is the Antec 750w Green PSU. It’s big. And heavy. This whole computer is stupid heavy. I swear it weighs as much as a small child. And not just because there is actually a small child inside, pushing buttons for me. JOHNNY, I NEED YOU TO HIT THE “GO FASTER” BUTTON. GOOD BOY.

Last but not least, above my PSU is the GPU, an MSI Twin Frozr III 1GB Radeon 6950. It’s pretty sweet.

So that’s my setup. Here’s a breakdown if you’re interested, thanks to a great site called pcpartpicker.com:

Part list permalink: http://pcpartpicker.com/p/3A61

Part price breakdown by merchant: http://pcpartpicker.com/p/3A61/by_merchant

CPU: Intel Core i5-2500K 3.3GHz Quad-Core Processor  ($179.99 @ Microcenter)

CPU Cooler: Cooler Master Hyper 212 Plus 76.8 CFM Sleeve Bearing CPU Cooler  ($22.99 @ NCIX US)

Motherboard: MSI P67A-GD65 (B3) ATX  LGA1155 Motherboard  ($139.99 @ Newegg)

Memory: G.Skill Ripjaws Series 8GB (2 x 4GB) DDR3-1333 Memory  ($39.99 @ Newegg)

Hard Drive: Western Digital Caviar Blue 500GB 3.5″ 7200RPM Internal Hard Drive  ($80.99 @ Amazon)

Hard Drive: Crucial M4 64GB 2.5″ Solid State Disk  ($104.99 @ Newegg)

Video Card: MSI Radeon HD 6950 1GB Video Card  ($257.86 @ Newegg)

Case: Antec DF-85 ATX Full Tower Case  ($134.99 @ Newegg)

Power Supply: Antec 750W ATX12V Power Supply  ($79.99 @ Newegg)

Monitor: Asus VE248Q 24.0″ Monitor  ($206.00 @ B&H)

Keyboard: Logitech Wireless Combo MK260 Wireless Standard Keyboard w/Optical Mouse  ($25.84 @ eCost)

Total: $1273.62

(Prices include shipping and discounts when available.)

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The total price is too high; minus the $84 hard drive and it’s more accurate.

Next week: My new ASUS monitor! or, How I Learned about Phase and Clock. Stay tuned.