Tattoo: “Do Not Resuscitate”
A great grandmother wants to make it absolutely clear where she stands should she ever become incapacitated. So, at age 80, Mary Wohlford of Decorah, Iowa, has had the phrase “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” tattooed on her chest. In addition to the tattoo on her chest, Wohlford has a more binding document in a prominent place. She has signed a living will and has hung it on the side of her refrigerator.
Sorry, Mary, but it doesn’t matter what you want. The Pope and Jerry Falwell and some dicks in Washington will decide this matter for you.
Can I bum one of those?
JPod
The flyleaf describes Douglas Coupland’s new novel as “a lethal joyride into today’s new breed of technogeeks.” I very much enjoyed two of his earlier works, Microserfs and Girlfriend in a Coma, and offer these nuggets from the introduction to his latest novel:
Life is a contest between you and everyone else.
Workshops and seminars are basically financial speed dating for clueless poor people.
TV and the Internet are good because they keep stupid people from spending too much time out in public.
You can’t fake creativity, competence or sexual arousal.
Nobody has ever been happy in a job they obtained by first handing in a resume.
After a week of intense googling, we’ve started to burn out on knowing the answer to everything. God must feel that way all the time. I think people in the year 2020 are going be nostalgic for the sensation of feeling clueless. — pg. 248
I think computers ought to have a key called I’M DRUNK, and when you push it, it prevents you from sending email for twelve hours. — pg. 386
The Notorious J.E.F. (Jeff McVey)
Jeff McVey is the son of long-time friends Terry and Nancy McVey. Like many young men his age, Jeff has kicked around and tried a few things. His latest is studying martial arts in China. From his MySpace page:
Deborah and I got into China on May 12. … We’ve found our new home at a martial arts academy in a remote mountain village. I’m pretty sure it used to be some sort of industrial complex, and to call our accomidations meager would be a huge understatement. However, we do have a place to live and good food to eat. We live here with about a dozen other students from all over the world. There are people from America, England, Germany, Indonesia, Scotland, New Zealand, and other countries (I haven’t quite met everyone). Fortunately, all the students I have met speak English, which makes a nice little oasis in a land where I can’t comunicate with anyone. So, we’ve been treated quite well, and we start our training tomorrow. Everything seems a little daunting right now, but at the same time more than a little exciting.
His mom says this is something he has always wanted to do…and he’s doing it. Now, the person I want to meet is his wife, Deborah.
Jeff: “You know, I’ve always wanted to study martial arts in a remote mountain village in China. Whadya say?”
Deborah: “Cool. I’ll go pack.”