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Sunday, October 03, 2004 There's an adipose organ sitting somewhere betweenthe Cerebral Cortex and the medulla oblangata. The organ is a Nicotine Receptor, that, according to science, helps metabolize nicotine in the body. How it got there, blame it on Charles Darwin and his Theory of Natural Selection. Evolution in common parlance. I am guilty in furthering that evolution. And so is Annie Lebowitz, who was quoted as saying: "If you can find someone who can give me pleasure 36 times a day, then I'll quit smoking." So many times I tried to deprive the Nicotine Receptor its daily dose of bliss, and hoping, in the future, I'll be rejoining the greater population of the planet that shuns the nicotine- and-tar combo. I have failed miserably everytime, the adult pacifier already looking like I was born with it. That nasty little receptor is tougher and meaner, despite the adjective "adipose". Those times are once again upon me. The receptor must be starved or else incur the wrath of the Wife. Inspired by the movie "The Insider" no doubt. The ultimatum has lapsed and, after an exhaustive parley, reset to December. Come to think of it, the little bugger's more persuasive than the church-sanctioned, God-as-audience Marital Vows. The Nicotine Receptor is cringing in fear. So am I. Alas, Ms Lebowitz, I may share the same hedonistic pursuit, but 36 times a day is a bit too much.
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