Pipe Smoking: A Thinking Man's Hobby or a Respite from Mental Chatter?

[WildTurkeySurprise]

I think the issue is Joe telling Ray-ray that he is engaged in a hobby when he lights up. Ray-ray don't play dat!

Seriously, it's a hobby for anyone who wants to view it that way for him, and it's not a hobby for those who don't.

I find this fascinating. Given its definition, what are y’all identifying about smoking a pipe that EXCLUDES it from being a hobby for you? I want to understand this, but I don’t yet. While some of you are simply saying, “I don’t view it as a hobby,” I am asking for someone to go further by declaring why and being specific. Please help me understand!

 

[warren]

You could go back, reread a couple of pertinent responses and parse them until you understand what the writer is saying. I ain't reiterate nor, will I spoon feed.

If it will help: If I have leisure time, I read for amusement or, play my dobro. I smoke at all times sentient, at or not at leisure. Now . . . open the hanger doors and let the airplane in. Swallow! Good lad! Huh! Guess I will spoon feed now and then, thought I was over having to do that 70+ years ago.) One of the important words, used in All that said, funnin' aside, I think you are feigning a lack of comprehension simply to keep the thread going. I may be wrong but . . .

 

[WildTurkeySurprise]

You could go back, reread a couple of pertinent responses and parse them until you understand what the writer is saying. I ain't reiterate nor, will I spoon feed.

If it will help: If I have leisure time, I read for amusement or, play my dobro. I smoke at all times sentient, at or not at leisure. Now . . . open the hanger doors and let the airplane in. Swallow! Good lad! Huh! Guess I will spoon feed now and then, thought I was over having to do that 70+ years ago.) One of the important words, used in All that said, funnin' aside, I think you are feigning a lack of comprehension simply to keep the thread going. I may be wrong but . . .

I took your advice and reread each comment. While several people said it isn’t a hobby to them, others declared it isn’t a hobby at all, but NONE of those people explicitly said what excludes it from being a hobby or why. Someone asked for the source of OP’s “crap definition” two different times and that source turned out to be the Oxford Dictionary of English.

Here’s an idea for a hobby: we can reimagine definitions of everyday words and then collectively panic when someone uses that word according to the actual dictionary. ?

 

[warren]

The OED is usually a definitive definition most, even those with limited educations, can agree to accept.

I think the key here is to accept that some pipe smokers only smoke a bowl or two, now and then, rarely is ever and consider themselves hobbyists. I have no problem with "self-defining" as a hobbyist or ... dilettante . . .dabbler . . . disinterested bystander. I do have a problem when a person, I unknown to them, them unknown to me, happily and ignorantly slaps a label on on me. I'll corrent them the first time and, usually ignor them if they continue to insist. The first time is a simple, social error. The second time I consider a social, intentional slur intended to elicit a response from me.

 

[WildTurkeySurprise]

The OED is usually a definitive definition most, even those with limited educations, can agree to accept.

I think the key here is to accept that some pipe smokers only smoke a bowl or two, now and then, rarely is ever and consider themselves hobbyists. I have no problem with "self-defining" as a hobbyist or ... dilettante . . .dabbler . . . disinterested bystander. I do have a problem when a person, I unknown to them, them unknown to me, happily and ignorantly slaps a label on on me. I'll corrent them the first time and, usually ignor them if they continue to insist. The first time is a simple, social error. The second time I consider a social, intentional slur intended to elicit a response from me.

This comment is helpful, as was your “leisure time” one above that I overlooked initially. I apologize for that. I am reminded it is not for me to judge what others take exception to. In this particular case it was truly a mystery to me, and I wanted to figure it out. While the term “hobby” is still utterly harmless to me personally, I’ll be more sensitive on here with it going forward. Thanks for the spoon-feeding. I was hungry.

 

[warren]

Glad I could be of assistance.

 

[cigrmaster]

When I had real hobbies like being one of the best older than 50 tennis players at my tennis club it took up a ton of smoking time and killed my body. After 3 surgeries with the last being a fusion where they put all kinds of metal in you, I was toast. No more tennis or golf or basketball and when I would leave the house I needed a freaking wheel chair. That last surgery made me a cripple. Now I also have a bad neck and they want to fuse that. I told them to piss off, no way am I getting more metal in me.

I still think that my last wipeout skiing at Mount Sunapee in NH did a lot of damage I wiped out doing close to 70mph and damn did that hurt. I broke a few ribs and tore my rotator cuff on my leff shoulder which needed surgery, and had done bruises all over my body. That shoulder surgery cost me 10mph off my serve which sucked as I had a viscous lefty serve. I was lucky my buddy had a pocket full of Percocet or I would have been in more agony than I was. I tumbled for so long I never thought it would stop. It was a trail I had skiid over 100 times and I never wiped out at the point where you hit the top speeds. I caught an edge and that was it, I can still feel that wipeout at times. I went skiing only one time after that and I stayed on the green slopes for beginners and never went over 30mph . I was scared of doing a wipeout like that ever again.

Speaking of wipeouts my second worst was at Burke Mountain Vermont. I was just cruising along( I eyeballed a jump that looked good. I was lazy and did not check the landing zone. So I take off on the jump and there at the landing was a flat rock and I wasn't going to land on it so I spread my legs enough to miss the rock, but I couldn't get my skis back together and my legs split and I face planted so fucking hard I couldn't breath for what seemed like a really long time. My girlfriend who was skiing with me tried not laughing or telling me I told you so not checking the landing. She said none of those things but I could tell she was thinking them. Finally able to breath I had to start shagging my ski poles, ski glasses, mittens and skis.
I swear I can still feel that one. This wipeout was before that last one at Sunapee. I got up and skid like I normally did. It was rare for me to wipe out especially a bad one like those last two.
I have others but I am sure you are bored by now.

 

[jpmcwjr]

Wow. What a tale, Harris, and a nice long one that will wrap up this thread.