Archive for October, 2007

“Smoke when you can, snuff when you can’t.”

October 21, 2007

This evening I was part of an interesting discussion with my private students talking about Britain’s recent decision to use gory pictures of tobacco smokers’ decaying bodies as a means to discourage existing and potential smokers from cigarettes. During the course of our conversation, I asked them what they thought about government infringing on the “rights” of people to smoke/ making them feel guilty. They seemed to think that it was okay for the government to do this although one of them expressed some doubt as to the effectiveness of banning a personal habit. Then he started talking about an interesting practice that I thought had been lost in the folds of history, only remembered by little metal boxes for sale in antique shops; relics of that forgotten era. But I am wrong. Several years ago, the government in Poland tried to ban the use of snuff based on a pretext of health concerns. However, one particular part of Poland has had a “snuffing” tradition for generations and refused to give up the practice saying that it was taking away their cultural tradition to do so. This got me quite interested. I thought snuff was something that wealthy merchants and businessmen “used/ did” in sixteenth century England and Portugal. Now I learned that it is in fact a very old practice but not an obsolete one. In fact, it is really growing in popularity in some circles due to recent court rulings banning public smoking. Hence, snuff companies have capitalized on this social quandary to put in their own bid for satisfying the nicotine crave in public places.

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I read a bit about the manufacturing and the use of snuff and found it to be quite informative. The grinding of the tobacco into powder at least the consistency of flour is difficult. It is done in mechanical mortar and pestles, but if the leaves are too dry the powder will become airborne and be lost. Talk about being in an environment where you would be “doing snuff”! So, the moisture content must be low but not too low allowing the product to disappear. After the grinding process is completed, the snuff is mixed with different natural oils, fragrances, and sweeteners to give it a particular signature flavor. To use the end product, the addict puts a pinch of the snuff under each nostril and inhales. the fine powder is sucked up onto the mucus linings of the nose where the nicotine is quickly absorbed into the bloodstream and the addict smells the fragrance and feels a nicotine boost for twenty minutes or so. I am sure you all have read classic English stories about a conversation between to aristocrats who “took snuff and sneezed together/ in unison”. This must mean that the tobacco irritates the lining of your nose enough to give you the urge to sneeze. I really don’t know if these guys were too nervous to be “doing snuff” properly but some sources say that if snuff is taken properly there will be little if any urge to sneeze. In the remote chance that the urge suddenly arises, I suppose the snuff user would do well to carry a heavy weight bandanna to catch that sneeze. But make it a red or green or blue one. Not white.

In no way am I condoning the use of tobacco.  With Polski Rolski, this is Robin signing off.

This is Badel and I

October 1, 2007

I enjoyed having Badel, Samantha in our home so much.  She and I are good friends.img_1305.JPG

Of Les’ Departure and Arek’s Coming

October 1, 2007

I wanted to write a tribute to my room mate and fellow “guy” here in Poland. There is a lot that I admire about Les. He is not a really tall guy but he’s got so much character to make up for his physical stature. His devotion to language study here is unmatched by any young person so far. Sometimes it got frustrated watching Les listen to a conversation and interact with it almost like he was speaking his native language. But there were those amazing times when I would say to Les, “You know what, man, I really did not get anything they just said.”And he would say to me, “Me neither.”  Les is also a man of really deep spiritual knowledge and he is willing to share that with those around him; to love them and to quietly stand beside people in their lives.  I really feel blessed to have shared time with him in Poland and in our “guy den/ hole”.  Some things that I loved doing with Les.

-riding our bicycles to Treblinka the day after Christmas.  It was really cold and we packed very little in the way of trail food or provisions, so we were counting heavily on stocking up from roadside skleps.  Little did we know that skleps are not open the day after Christmas.  So, here we were trundling down endless roads with very little to eat or drink.  We came into one small town and asked for a hint as to which might be the right road towards Treblinka and whether or not any stores were open.  A couple of bedraggled old fellows in long trench coats broke their mutually shared silence for a moment to mutter a bit in response.  We pushed into the little wodka bar on the side of town to ask if they might have a liter or so of liquid to sell us, preferably not alcohol.  The cigarette smoke hung low over the counter and gray, woolen clad men stared vaguely up at us.  Several shifted their half liters to the other hand and resumed their composed study of us.  Silence was predominate.  We bought two liters of orange juice, clinking our sweaty zlotes on the grimy counter.  Must have been a strange pair,we two.  Les was wearing his red down vest and I had on a streamlined cycling helmet . . . and bid them farewell.  We got to Treblinka only to be severely blasted by cold wind and snow.  The trip was a total of one hundred and fifty kilometers or more.

-we took Rich hostage when he was visiting Cor.  It was very successful and we ended up really having a good time with him.   They were always hanging out and the guys had no time with him, so we made time:)

-Listening to Les talk about relating to other people and having long discussions about evangelism, love, meaning, dreams, trucks, music, words, and we go on.  We had some really fun times watching movies together or lighting candles on cold winter nights, after midnight and sitting there talking with mugs of coffee or hot chocolate . . . our room was cold too

-going on a walk with Les in the forest just after it had rained; walking through the mist and enjoying just being together.

-searching for tickets, scrambling for options, and then deciding about going to Ireland; carrying it out and having a splendid time together; But YOU drove on the wrong side, man!

Yes, Les, I do consider you to be a brother and a real friend.  Thank you for your friendship.

The Friends

Now, to my friend Eric, Arek, welcome.  He is a really great guy.  A singer, a really caring friend, a visionary, a person who wants to live in harmony and still have fiber in his food.  I am so glad he is here.  I expect that a few things will happen when we put our heads together:)  Yessir, get ready!  This is a great picture of Eric and his huge heart for people. Eric and Samantha, Roy and Elizabeth Yoder’s little girl, are hanging out. Eric and Sam Cheers, man.