brain butter IV: co2, etc.


Bag breathing.


Bag breathing?!


Bag breathing.

Seemingly, a viable way to put more CO2 into me after feelings of anxiousness (which could be generally from losing lots of CO2 after stints of large energy expendituring with an open mouth – like talking tons or “exercising” exhaustively).

Grabbing a [coffee bean] bag, sealing nose and mouth surely, and breathing normally through the nose only, as if attempting to interact easily, interestedly, with the inside of the bag through breathing. A few times a day, actually, seems to make me feel really quite well – as if indeed through a higher retention of CO2 my tissues are getting more oxygen delivered to them (Bohr effect)?


Protective CO2 and Aging by Ray Peat

Bring Back Brown Bag Breathing by Dan M Cakes


Sometimes I’ll bag breath while driving and thoughts – or seemingly glances from other drivers – come to me of “you’re crazy for doing that sort of thing”; until I breath easily, as if until a meditative spell is coming into me, saying, “No. YOU are crazy for not considering something so first-resort and simple as this, to engage playfully in the process of living well…” A minute or a few usually does quite a trick, stopping prior to any discomfort or feelings of breathlessness. Bag breathing is yet, to me, just another viable example of stimulative activity vs. anything that is drudgery-laden.

Of course, I have seen how it can become something I need to do to achieve an effect; yet at its best bag breathing is not bland, but beautiful, a pleasurable break from trying to get elsewhere, a calm reminder of the magnificence that exists in being right where it appears I’ll always be: here. 


There’s no doubt, there may be many, many people who say to you “you’re fucking weird” or something along those lines. Your mom and I encourage you to either dismiss this talk quickly as insecurity in the accuser or reply genuinely, “Thank you.” For it is he or she who feels compelled to act not in accordance with the common line, but by his or her own feeling – beating his or her own drum – who is genius in this world, it seems to us. Courage in even the little things should not, we think, be taken lightly. And this will be a skill, a habit, of which you can build upon continually throughout y[our] living.

As Joe Rogan said once (I paraphrase), “All haters are 100% unrealized potential, and those who are not doing what they want with their own lives… If you are doing things, creating, arting, making love, making “greats”, engaging with life, then you don’t have time to worry  about what anyone else is doing… what others are doing doesn’t really concern you enough to make judgments on whatever it is…”

And like Terence McKenna’s:

We have to create culture, don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you’re giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told ‘no’, we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. ‘Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.’ And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.

For me, particularly, this is one set of lines that continues to inspire me. We are, we think, in the midst of something quite deep and wonderful if we are primarily centered on our own roadshows. What counts!? There may or may not be a few Alan Watts quotations your mom and I love in your nursery. Someday you may come to an age where you decide you like them too, or not; and someday still you may come to a time in your life where you and yours are deciding to put what you both want in your own living space.

What a thought!