Clarification

Just to clarify, I have nothing particular against poor people, having been one myself and all. My problem is with the mentality which says that as long as one is sufficiently “downtrodden” or “oppressed”, one can do damned near anything one wants with impunity; law, ethics, and respect for other people’s rights be damned…

It sort of stretches that “stealing a loaf of bread to feed his starving family” cliché a bit thin, doesn’t it? Simply being poor (or homosexual, or African American, or Muslim, or an animal rights activist, or whatever) does not give one carte blanche to behave like an asshole. Or like a criminal…

Good Spammer/Bad Spammer

Eight days without a cigarette now, and no one’s been killed yet. I’m rather proud of that fact..

Wanna get annoyed? Read this article on the difference between “good spammers” and “bad spammers”. OK, maybe it’s not that simple, but the tone of the article raelly bothers me. Apparently, it’s OK to send unsolicited email spam if you (a) consider yourself a “legitimate business” and (b) were cash-starved and out of work when you started spamming…

Despite their best efforts to craft polite messages and to respect opt-out requests, these small-time online marketers say they are branded with the same scarlet letter as their mass-mailing counterparts.

No doubt that’s because they’re doing the SAME FUCKING THING as their “mass-mailing counterparts”. If someone pisses on you and afterward asks politely if you minded being pissed on, you’re just as wet and smelly whether you answer in the affirmative or the negative…

The e-mail blast sent by the 34-year-old Santa Cruz Web designer was about a holistic Web site and a database of medicinal plants. Out of work and down on his luck, Johnson had hopes of combining his interest in alternative medicine with his computer skills to create a viable small business… Johnson knew that spam was considered unsavory, but given his finances, there didn’t seem to be an alternative for promoting his site. “The only way anyone will find out about it is if I send them an e-mail,” he said.

Hmmm. I’m starting a business. I can’t afford to advertise it in a legitimate and ethical fashion. Should I (a) reconsider my business plan and whether I have the necessary capital to go into business, or (b) throw ethics out the window and become a slimy spamming huckster? Tim Johnson, certain that his poor finances and message of <tone=”hushed and reverent”> holistic health </tone> were more important than ethical behavior and common courtesy, chose the latter option…

Despite his self-righteousness and his moral indignation at being lumped with the “bad guy spammers”, he’s essentially the moral equivalent of a Viagra peddler. The scary thing is that, here in the Bay Area where poor people always have the moral high ground and can do no wrong, ever, he’ll probably get lots of sympathy for having to deal with the “stigma” of being exactly what he is…

Misery Level: Tolerable

Am I doing something wrong? I haven’t had a cigarette in four days, and it’s really not that big a deal. I’m nowhere near as miserable as I’d expected, and nowhere near as miserable as I was on other attempts. There have been brief instances of slight discomfort, and I’ve been a little moodier than usual, but that’s about it. Plus, I’m only using three or four pieces of nicotine gum a day. And it’s even been a relativewly stressful week for me at work…

Isn’t it supposed to be harder than this? Maybe I should just shut the hell up and be happy with my good fortune…

I promise to write about something else soon…

Last Cigarette

Last cigarette: Sunday 2 November 2003, 7:35 PM…

I chose this weekend for a reason. It was approximately twenty-five years ago — Halloween, 1978 — that I really started smoking, at age fourteen. That night, I bought my first pack of Marlboros from the slimy guy at the corner store for fifty-five cents, and I’ve been engaging in this lethal pastime ever since. That’s almost as long as Mark has been ALIVE, which is truly frightening. It was time to stop…

To Duncan: my thoughts are with you today

Tomorrow’s the Day

I’ve been planning for a week. Tomorrow is the day. After several half-assed attempts in the past couple of years (I no longer smoke inside the apartment, for example) and after cutting my consumption by more than half already, my resolve is strong. I’m giving up smoking, once and for all…

You can tell I mean it this time, because I’m mentioning it here and opening myself up to all manner of nagging…

My sympathies and apologies to anyone who has to be around me for the next few weeks, especially to you, baby. It most likely won’t be pretty…

Two promises, though:

  1. I will not become a self-righteous ex-smoker who believes that an exhorbitant “sin tax” on cigarettes is the best way to solve all government revenue problems and social issues.
  2. I will not suddenly start believing that banning smoking in bars was EVER a good idea.