12/28/2008

"When people get married, they should prepare for dying," Delaney said.

My Uncle Bob is home from his post in Poland with the State Department and is staying with my Grandma. He's been helping her go through all of her stuff, and shared with us at Christmas dinner an old San Antonio newspaper article called, "Body to Science Called Realistic Way to Go," featuring my Dad's Grandpa, Hubert Delaney. Here are my favorite excerpts:
Although Delaney certainly isn't against philanthropy or helping the field of medical science along, it wasn't basically philanthropy that led him to donate his body to medical science.

It was money.

Delaney reports that under the agreement his widow won't have any funeral or burial expenses in connection with his death. The medical school, he said, will pay all the costs of transportation and costs incident to the preparation of his body for the medical stint.

That can come to a sizable sum, Delaney avers. He pointed out that a body in a coffin costs double the fare in transportation rates.

Two factors primarily triggered Delaney to will his body to medicine. The best-selling "The High Cost of Dying" started him thinking, and a short stint as a cemetery lot salesman after his retirement transferred his thoughts into action.

...

"I listened to salesman sell people cemetery lots in the shade, and I wondered what difference it could make after you're dead," Delaney observes.

But Delaney admits he had been thinking of ways of beating the undertaker long before he took the medial school route. Seven years ago when he and his wife took a cruise from New Orleans to Europe aboard a freighter with no doctor aboard, he told her if he died enroute, he wanted "to be sewn in a canvas and thrown overboard."

"I told her I didn't want to be carted around the world dead in a freighter," Delaney reports.

A Catholic, Delaney reports he checked out his after-death plans with his parish priest and that it has his okay.

"When people get married, they should prepare for dying," Delaney said.

...

Delaney didn't make any points with his personal physician when he suggested after his (Delaney's) death that the doctor go by and see what mistakes he had been making, if any, in his treatment.

"I just thought it might teach him something," Delaney chortles.

Pretty funny stuff. There's also a type-writer produced letter he wrote to my Grandma and her sister. The best part:
I have been writing to congressman, senators, and influential people all over the country asking them to pressure Congress to put a limit ON THE TOTAL AMOUNT OF ASSETS THAT ANY ONE PERSON MAY HAVE AT ANY ONE TIME IN HIS LIFE WHETHER THAT LIMIT IS ONE MILLION OR FIFTY MILLION JUST SO SOME LIMIT IS SET. It may be raised or lowered as seen fit. As to birth control I am for quality control. Anyone contemplating marriage should submit his health record and if his or his family record shows any incurable diseases, insanity, or pronounced physical defects he must submit to an operation so he or she could not bring children in the world so I am with the Pope on birth control. I might add the latter suggestion of mine was published in the paper here and some guy called me Hitler and Kay told me if he hadn't she would have so you know how she stands."

12/24/2008

Are Public High Schools Humanizing or Dehumanizing Students and Teachers?

That's the title of the current issue of The Teacher's Voice: A Literary Journal for Poets and Writers in Education. Steve sent me a link to this the other day, and I'm just getting around to checking it out. Pretty cool.

These two are pretty poignant, I think.

"The Name Game" by Yolanda Nieves

American youth have become public enemy no. 1 on

which to pin society’s woes, while taxpayers and

government leaders avoid the real issues of shifting

economic and cultural realities.

-Henry A.Giroux

The truth is they are here:
Hip hopper

avante guard loving

heavy-metal guitar smashing,

Goth frightening

reggae and reaggeton rapping

folk and country, grunger

flash back ‘70’s disco dresser

an active refusal to socialize to dominant values.

Anarchist. Marxist-socialist

Pan-africanist

orthodox, unorthodox

flag-waver

gun-toting, hero-worshipping

Catholic and Protestant

sun worshipping

Wiccan. environmentalist

Che t-shirt wearer

all in your face.

Refugee, immigrant

homeless, documented, undocumented

Buddhist, Taoist,

Hindi, Moslem

atheist, agnostic

mute, blind

autistic, dyslexic

EMH, ADH

pro-war, anti-war

ex-leftist child guerrilla

majority minorities

a condition of our democracy.

Boy-George impersonator

Cher wanna be

transgendered, bisexual

homosexual alternative lifestyle

bar hopper

tattooed body modifier

independent news blogger

they will not disappear.

Alcoholic, recovering addict

bipolar, depressed

just released from the psych ward

patient

artist, con-artist, drug-dealer

thief, gambler

foster child, runaway

left-handed, right handed

bastard and prostitute

neutrality is annihilation.

Chess freaks

sci-fi delusionals

parentless single parents

police brutalized

elote sellers

tax evading taxpayers

future voters of America

grass rooted and homegrown

oppositional, anti-procedural

gifted and illiterate

this public school homeroom is a

national convention convened-

free thinking is a serious possibility.


"Doing Anne Frank" by David E. Poston

Against the background of the mass-murder of European Jewry,

the book presents a vivid picture of a group of hunted people

forced to live and survive together in almost intolerable proximity . . .

Report from the curriculum wars:

On the literary front, the call to arms is

"How long will you spend on that?"

After years of skirmishing,

our dirty little war has come before the Board,

and things are getting hot.

In the war room, at the big table,

the volleys of words fly.

All the curricular atrocities—

9th graders reading Orwell, the horror of The Odyssey too soon—

have us bobbing and ducking and squawking.

What else are we to do?

Our canon fell to ruin years ago,

and now we have no lists, no lists at all,

. . . Written with humor as well as insight,

it offers an extraordinary picture of a girl growing up

and conveys all the preoccupations of adolescence

and first love.*

so we are mano a mano for the honor of Our Text.

We go nose to nose over Dorian Gray, over Jekyll and Hyde,

over Caesar, over Shelley’s misguided Victor

—"Cyrano is ours!"—

but for deciding when it's done.

Rest assured,

Anne Frank's been done,

while LaKeeshia slept on the back row in 9th grade

dreaming of her own poor edition of Cyrano

who did her until her belly swelled, and now

she lays her head on one of my desks because Jontay cried

all last night and would not let her sleep

or dream of first love. Ah,

the preoccupations of adolescence

are done.

Follow orders. Move on.


*from Benet's Readers' Encyclopedia. 2nd ed.

12/22/2008

the view from where I'm at

This has pretty much been what I've been looking at for the last three days:


I've watched Along Came Polly (Tad bit painful -- I don't like watching the protagonist get shat on throughout the whole movie.), The Dark Knight (Not my first time. Not as scary, nor as entertaining, this time around.), Step Brothers (Not even a little bit funny.), The Women (Moderately interesting.), Christmas Vacation ("Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass. Happy Hanukkah."), The Bucket List (How can it be possible for Morgan Freedman Jack Nicholson to be boring? Probably the biggest disappointment of the weekend.), and The Incredible Hulk (Truthfully, I saw about three minutes of this.). Or at least I've watched bits and pieces of each, since I've also seen a lot of the inside of my eyelids. Yesterday I had cheese fries for lunch.

12/19/2008

back to bed

12/18/2008

Writer's block.

I've got nothing lately.