Showing posts with label pipes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pipes. Show all posts

07 April 2009

Victories and Vicissitudes

The flowering fleas are coming out this week in their whites and pinks between snow showers. Today was not flowering and I stayed in the house all day. I am going to write a four act play which I don’t know the name of yet. It will have Alice Fallis, Doctor Boctor, the Mad Gecko and Homer Trueheart in it and it will be about the government. I think I will call it Washing Machine D&C. Tee Hee!

The masses are either furious about the new tax on cigarettes or roll your own tobacco, or gloating and going Hoo! Hoo! It isn’t going to work in the end and we have not learned from the experience of Canada, among others. That northern neighbor in the early 90’s upped their federal tobacco tax over 50% and revenues began to decline because everybody began buying cigarettes off the back of trucks or otherwise on the black market. Five years later the Canadians lowered the tax 50%, legitimate smoking business became more healthy and revenues got healthy too. What will happen here when this Golden Egg is laid and after a brief rise in revenues and a minimal amount of people who quit smoking:

1. Tobacco companies will still make their money.
2. Smokers will continue to find money to smoke.
3. A tobacco black market will develop sucking revenues and causing a crime problem.

In the meantime smokers will be highly inconvenienced but not stopped. So much for the Great American Smokeout.

The doctor has given me some little pink pills for depression. Now that I have them I will be able to diet and lose weight, exercise, sing better, decline my cigarettes (decline…?) and brotherhood will burst out all over the world. This will be my cure for depression. Which we hope will work.

It was a fine week for groceries as I mostly needed red meat and coffee. The fine superstore I went to had specials and reductions on several coffees as well as whole pork loin and other bloody specimens. I have saved maximal hero money so that I can order pipes from Germany and China.



If you’ve lost face in the ‘hood or you think the President is going to ban guns, it’s ok to shoot somebody? In the past couple weeks we have had Alabama, California police x 2, a nursing home in North Carolina, Binghampton, New York and police officers in Pittsburgh. And all the kids in one family in Washington state. Because Mom was leaving Dad for another man. What is this stuff about multiple homicides? It is not nice and ‘multiple homicides’ is just a sad phrase for – a bunch of innocent people who were walking around a couple minutes ago are now dead with bloody holes, and their wives and husbands and kids and mothers and fathers are going to be missing them. There are banner headlines flying: “Are we becoming inured to mass killings?” Not me, it’s disgusting, wasteful and a tragedy. I think that Columbine, the original shocker, taught us that it could be done and all you have to do is pick an excuse and be willing to take the consequences. Maybe some of those idiots and crazies need some of those pink pills of mine. Ta!

27 March 2009

Two Deep Breaths….

Better thank you! Things seem to be looking up. Or maybe my endorphins are working overtime. Yesterday and today have shaped up well; out both days, great meals, visits with good friends; cool evenings with a stack of library books to keep me company. Hell, everybody in the world seems to be depressed! Makes me feel better. Now that I am talking to people about it, I find that even family members go through this and it’s only a surprise because we haven’t talked about it before. Hope springs retro!

I got two lovely tobacco pipes from China in the mail yesterday. They are rosewood and short and chunky, the transaction (via eBay) was quick and shipping from Wuhan (Sister City to Yo-han) was fast. They cost me about $12 each including shipping. Once I got them in the house and inspected them I found that the tobacco chamber and air passages were drilled with sledge hammers in a tank factory that was having a slow day. I suspect it was an Indian tank factory and that the seller in China bought a giant lot from Ali Baba, probably the biggest Asian wholesale exporter.





I have redrilled them, tobacco chambers and air passages, and also sanded the inside of the tobacco chamber which was coated with lacquer. This is more of a health hazard than having large amounts of lead in your baby crib. Since I have the skills it didn’t take too long and was therapeutic because I like that kind of work. Also for $12 a person won’t find any very good pipe from any maker. So it was a bargain in the end and I may well buy another one someday just for the hell of it.

From the library I have gotten four CD’s of Techno-ethnic music which I have no idea what I am in for, but if any of them turn out great, I may put one here for you to listen to. Ta!