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heh, a sort of hospice, but a lot funkier!

i don't think it's the tobacco burning around yer nose, that's the problem, so much as the additives...

i can't stand to be in the same room, or downwind of malboro men or women.

camels, ever so slightly less toxic.

cheap 'nazionale' cigs - the kind like 'alfa' and 'sax' which empty out if you hold them vertically for a second smell ok.

taste like shit though!

rollup baccy like golden virginia, samson, drum etc (not bugle or bull durham!) are ok for me to be around, but normal ciggies are utterly, insidiously, creepily horrible, a socially accepted Zyklon-b...

as are car fumes.

our blitheness about accepting one but not another, is firstly an unawareness of externalities, quite epidemic right now, just another flava of cog-diss our pathological society has crafted for the sake of its fear of evolving too fast.

and secondly, and this is more subtle, smoking is popular because it harks back to preindustrial times, a collective memory of times when the air was cleaner of heavy metals, benzene fumes etc, (though walking through a town, where ordure was tipped from windows into the streets below, had to be quite the olfactory experience...lol)

i ponder this every time i walk through a tweed up umbrian hill town, like assisi, fr'example...how it must have been in its halcyon heyday...

or having the pigsty next to the bathroomless cottage, and the sheep down on the ground floor...

stepping out into that mess every morning for the first pee of the day, must have been quite a bouquet of preindustrial heaven!

i imagine that winter's slowing down of bacterial process must have been a compensatory blessing for having your tits freeze, even as you piled in fully dressed into the family bed full of 5 aromatic nearest and dearest.

people who aren't addicted to anything will never understand those who are, just as a two legged man will never understand what a one-legged man goes through to walk...

i agree with sven about how substances become wedded to scenarios, and how our search for novelty makes us want to push the perceptual envelope.

tobacco, like alcohol, was used in shamanistic ritual prehistorically, though its effect on the nervous system is quite complex, the smell has a fascination that is very, very ancient, like when you drive by a leaf pile burning and actually open the car window to enjoy the gorgeous perfume it adds to the breeze...

burning tobacco was the micro version of that, and i remember a similar pleasure when my granpa lit his pipe back in the 50's, before they, (tobacco companies) had the science to really fuck with the herb.

so i fully sympathise with dodo and jerome in their rage at the selfishness of people who are slaves to the advertising, have been bernays-ed, (the tv show 'madmen' does a great job of portraying the actual process of this), and the toxic cloud of their ignorance claims a disproportionate amount of space and conditions it very negatively, as second hand smoke studies have clearly shown.

as indeed do the collective decisions of oil companies and auto giants who have been squelching cleaner solutions since the beginning of the last century, the trams and windmills era, when everyone knew that windpower worked!

to live with the conditioning of only the poisons that please one's own aesthetic might be the ultimate definition of sovereignty.

with the important discoveries we are making in neurochemistry, i suspect we will find ways to conquer cog-diss in the search for Unity of Mind, a rare condition where ducks are in a row, and the horses in harness are not trying to go in different directions.

because cog-diss is the reason people are so internally upset, the old millennial certainties lie in shards around our feet, and as yet very, very few have perceived the next steps towards empathic education of the young, a problem i consider far more noxiously endemic even than air or water pollution...

brave diary, rg. it's fascinating how this subject always stirs up some good discussion, hoary as it is.

each cigarette burns through 35 mg of vitamin c...

just breathing in bankok is the equivalent of smoking a pack a day...

all points taken?

ps. i have a sneaking suspicion most smokers are secretly glad of the government regs against public smoking, as they don't have to deal with will power till they get back into a free-smoke zone, (as opposed to a smoke-free one), lol.

the more social pain we can remove, the less people will be careening around damaging themselves and others through self-immolation of any kind. my own anecdotal research has shown me that the people who don't have addictions had a childhood that encouraged a solid sense of self in the first place, a great gift, which has the power to immunise against the blandishments of the advertising sindustry, and the cretinously banal, sinisterly straight-out-of-orwell, drearily mass-produced pleasures of the pignorant masses.

got a light?

'The history of public debt is full of irony. It rarely follows our ideas of order and justice.' Thomas Piketty

by melo (melometa4(at)gmail.com) on Fri Nov 21st, 2008 at 11:36:37 PM EST
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