Monday, February 26, 2007
Mailbag
And now, Crow’s mail bag…
Crow, I’ve noted that the photographs you post of yourself never include a full face shot. Why is this?
Sincerely, NEED TO SEE FULL FACE.
Dear NTSFF. How astute of you to notice this about my site. I have intentionally intended to limit my exposure due to un-authorized use of my image for marketing purposes. You see, I am everyman. In that capacity, I potentially have the appeal of well…every man, and thus, my face has a tremendous influence on the markets of the world. It’s just too much of a burden for me to bear. - CROW
Why don’t you like cats?
- Cat Lover
Dear CL. Have you ever met anybody, besides Siegfried & Roy, who wanted to hang out with a creature who wanted to eat them? - CROW
Confidential to Pixie – there will be no feline in the house. You’ll have to suffice with visiting Steve on his crappy blog. - CROW
Crow, please advise me on how to make a million dollars. – You Suck.
Dear YS. First, Blogging, as I do, is sure fire way to your first million. Second, I recommend sports like cycling and Nordic skiing as healthy ways to find vast fortune and fame! Example: One-balled, cancer survivor L Armstrong – millionaire bike racer turned playboy. Finally, perhaps you should consider a career as a professional heckler. I’m not sure of its cash potential but in the light of whole Michael Richards affair, it’ll certainly get you some deserved press. - CROW
Crow, I’ve noted that the photographs you post of yourself never include a full face shot. Why is this?
Sincerely, NEED TO SEE FULL FACE.
Dear NTSFF. How astute of you to notice this about my site. I have intentionally intended to limit my exposure due to un-authorized use of my image for marketing purposes. You see, I am everyman. In that capacity, I potentially have the appeal of well…every man, and thus, my face has a tremendous influence on the markets of the world. It’s just too much of a burden for me to bear. - CROW
Why don’t you like cats?
- Cat Lover
Dear CL. Have you ever met anybody, besides Siegfried & Roy, who wanted to hang out with a creature who wanted to eat them? - CROW
Confidential to Pixie – there will be no feline in the house. You’ll have to suffice with visiting Steve on his crappy blog. - CROW
Crow, please advise me on how to make a million dollars. – You Suck.
Dear YS. First, Blogging, as I do, is sure fire way to your first million. Second, I recommend sports like cycling and Nordic skiing as healthy ways to find vast fortune and fame! Example: One-balled, cancer survivor L Armstrong – millionaire bike racer turned playboy. Finally, perhaps you should consider a career as a professional heckler. I’m not sure of its cash potential but in the light of whole Michael Richards affair, it’ll certainly get you some deserved press. - CROW
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Shut up and talk
Yup, just talk about it. What ever it is open the door, swallow your pride, let it out and let it in. Oh, and try not to look like this.
Thanks to Extra Extra C and H-Bone for your thoughful thoughts.
Crow
Next week, Crow's mail bag.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Death
I've been out of town for the last few days...
Most days have been spent with my dying grandfather. Now you may be thinking, are we not all dying? To which I respond, Yes, but not in the way that I've observed over the last few days. We (fat Americans) don't all die by starvation or dehydration unless my readership (all two of you) now lives in a famine stricken third world, sub-Saharan country. No, in a "recovery facility" (think nursing home) not far away for our nation’s capital, my grandfather lies in a state of suspended death. He is a 93 year old man who really can't or drink for himself but doesn't want heroic measures which will sustain his life. Heroic measures are life-sustaining IVs for hydration, feeding tubes, or ventilation.
I certainly don't feel heroic when I spoon food in to his mouth...pretty much against his will.
However, that is how the laws and policies of recovery facilities, Social Security and Medicare want it. No warehousing of old folks and progress towards life. Life? Really? Because, the only progress my grandfather should be making at this point is toward death. Its sounds horrible, but Sir, as I call him, physically cannot bring spoon or cup to mouth.
The shit of the situation is that my grandmother, Mormor, lives just a parking lot away from the recovery facility where my grandfather rests. Ironically, the food and "progress" that is required at the recovery facility is not required at Heatherwood where my grandma lives. However, Heatherwood, for liability reasons, won't allow my grandfather to come home to die (not eat and drink in the comfort of his own apartment.) Liability? Yes. Heatherwood is concerned that my grandfather will die in a fire if he cannot escape, which he can't, because he is not ambulatory. In another twist of irony, Sir's wish is to be cremated.
So here is the deal: My grandfather is a dying 93 year old man who doesn’t want heroic, life sustaining measures taken and is being forced to eat mushed food and thickened water. He is, at most, two weeks away from death but is forced to make progress towards life so that Medicare (which he has paid in to for 60 years) will cover his "recovery." He wants to die at home with his wife of almost 70 years, but can not because of liability at his apartment concerning his inability to get up and escape a fire on foot. In the end he wants to be cremated, which is exactly what Heatherwood fears will be their liability exposure.
Folks, I contributed to all of this in that I handled the spoon and cup, which brought the sustaining food and water to his mouth. I don't regret what I've done. But, I do recognize that there is a very fine line between the spoon and the IV. The fine line between spoon and IV exists between his recovery and my desire to prevent loss; life and death, and death and dignity.
Most days have been spent with my dying grandfather. Now you may be thinking, are we not all dying? To which I respond, Yes, but not in the way that I've observed over the last few days. We (fat Americans) don't all die by starvation or dehydration unless my readership (all two of you) now lives in a famine stricken third world, sub-Saharan country. No, in a "recovery facility" (think nursing home) not far away for our nation’s capital, my grandfather lies in a state of suspended death. He is a 93 year old man who really can't or drink for himself but doesn't want heroic measures which will sustain his life. Heroic measures are life-sustaining IVs for hydration, feeding tubes, or ventilation.
I certainly don't feel heroic when I spoon food in to his mouth...pretty much against his will.
However, that is how the laws and policies of recovery facilities, Social Security and Medicare want it. No warehousing of old folks and progress towards life. Life? Really? Because, the only progress my grandfather should be making at this point is toward death. Its sounds horrible, but Sir, as I call him, physically cannot bring spoon or cup to mouth.
The shit of the situation is that my grandmother, Mormor, lives just a parking lot away from the recovery facility where my grandfather rests. Ironically, the food and "progress" that is required at the recovery facility is not required at Heatherwood where my grandma lives. However, Heatherwood, for liability reasons, won't allow my grandfather to come home to die (not eat and drink in the comfort of his own apartment.) Liability? Yes. Heatherwood is concerned that my grandfather will die in a fire if he cannot escape, which he can't, because he is not ambulatory. In another twist of irony, Sir's wish is to be cremated.
So here is the deal: My grandfather is a dying 93 year old man who doesn’t want heroic, life sustaining measures taken and is being forced to eat mushed food and thickened water. He is, at most, two weeks away from death but is forced to make progress towards life so that Medicare (which he has paid in to for 60 years) will cover his "recovery." He wants to die at home with his wife of almost 70 years, but can not because of liability at his apartment concerning his inability to get up and escape a fire on foot. In the end he wants to be cremated, which is exactly what Heatherwood fears will be their liability exposure.
Folks, I contributed to all of this in that I handled the spoon and cup, which brought the sustaining food and water to his mouth. I don't regret what I've done. But, I do recognize that there is a very fine line between the spoon and the IV. The fine line between spoon and IV exists between his recovery and my desire to prevent loss; life and death, and death and dignity.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Shameless Anna Nicole Smith Blog
Ok, Ok, I know it's just poor form and shameless to pull this now dead media whore in to this blog to boost readership, but what the hell. If it's good enough for CNN then it's good enough for me.
Of course, I don't have any shameless photos of her... oops I guess I lied.
Still, the spending tick by in Iraq. Perhaps this was just a skillful hit planned by the CIA to move the attention away from all the crap going down in the Middle East.
Just thinking about this whole situation, I was wondering if in the first several hours of former President Fords death received so much media attention?
HHHMMM, I can't write about any of this stuff anymore.
Of course, I don't have any shameless photos of her... oops I guess I lied.
Still, the spending tick by in Iraq. Perhaps this was just a skillful hit planned by the CIA to move the attention away from all the crap going down in the Middle East.
Just thinking about this whole situation, I was wondering if in the first several hours of former President Fords death received so much media attention?
HHHMMM, I can't write about any of this stuff anymore.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
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