The concept behind immortality through cryonics goes something like this: If you have yourself frozen immediately after you’ve died, doctors in the future might someday have enough knowledge to repair the cell damage that led to your death. If they fix what killed you, they might be able to reanimate you, because your cells have been preserved. In an extreme view, medical science might even someday be able reverse the symptoms of aging, meaning you could die an old woman and come back as a teenager. These claims are made by the Web site for one company that has put many hopeful people into cold storage.

It’s not that simple, though. No human being has yet been reanimated. One complicating factor is that when your body cells freeze, water leaks out of them and collects in the spaces between them. The ice crystals that form can puncture the cell membranes. So, in addition to having to cure whatever killed you, science of the future will also have to have miniature robots travel inside your body to repair the ice damage.

(A newer process called vitrification freezes without producing these damaging ice crystals, according to the Web page of Alcor, one of the leading cryogenic companies.)

Sounds like science fiction, and most scientists would agree that it is, but it’s probably worth remembering that scientists currently freeze human embryos and successfully implant them later. My dog, Lucia, plays with one of these thawed “totsicles” regularly.

Since 1967, when James Bedford became the first person to undergo cryogenic suspension, at least dozens of people have paid tens of thousands and up to have their bodies (or, if they’re on a budget, just their heads) frozen.

you said it shouldn’t be taken too seriously
you said it was just your
personal ideas and opinions
you said it was only meant to relate
directly to your life
what about my life?

has the edge gone dull?

well maybe now that youve grown
dull and old
well pick up where you left off
to you it was just music
but to us it was so much more
when we put our heads together
well prove we’ve got the edge
that can never dull

true till death

has the edge gone dull?

“The burqa is not welcome on French territory,” said Mr. Sarkozy. “In our country, we cannot accept that women be prisoners behind a screen, cut off from all social life, deprived of all identity.”

In three of the robberies, the robber carried a device that appeared to be a bomb. The devices all turned out to be fake. The “U30 Bandit” title comes because the robber holds up the banks in under 30 seconds.

-TAKE THE NIGHT OFF

brutal - the big picture is so cruel to us
and everyone’s life is such a tiny speck
the worst atrocities can pass. fifty miles away to no effect

power. power
has always been abused
work. debt. poverty. taxes
life’s oppressive rules
power. power
just might never change
no answers will come from our bloodthirsty ways

let’s take the night off from mental stress
let’s take the night off - this world’s a mess

captive - held captive by our hopes and dreams
our best intentions can destroy us
we shouldn’t grind ourselves away
take a break. we need to maintain

commiserating has run it’s course
we’ll save the world tomorrow
we’ll have to wait until that day
we’ll wait. we’ll wait
but in the meantime
let’s celebrate that we don’t give a fuck
let’s celebrate that we don’t care
let’s celebrate that we don’t give a fuck
with the middle finger high in the air
let’s celebrate that we don’t give a fuck
take the night off. pass the buck

SICK OF IT ALL

I make decision with precision
Lost inside this manned collision
Just to see that what is to be
Perfectly my fantasy

I came to know with now dismay
That in this world we all must pay
Pay to write, pay to play
Pay to cum, pay to fight

And all in time,
With just our minds
We soon will find
What’s left behind

Not long ago when things were slow
We all got by with what we know
The end is near. Hearts filled with fear
Don’t want to listen to what they hear

And so it’s now we choose to fight
To stick up for our bloody right
The right to sing, the right to dance
The right is ours… We’ll take the chance

A peace together
A piece apart
A piece of wisdom

From our hearts

Union General Henry W. Benham was arrested for the Battle of Secessionville. The attack had not been approved.

PHOTO: A.Washington

An unidentified 26-year-old black male was shot in the back Saturday evening in front of 216 Hoyt Street in Brooklyn, according to a police report. The victim was taken to Lutheran Hospital where he was pronounced dead on arrival. A second victim of the same shooting, a 31-year-old black male, was shot in both legs, and was taken to Long Island College Hospital where he is listed in critical but stable condition. No arrests.

Ursula Andress

I’d rather see you dead, little girl,
Than to be with another man.
You’d better keep your head, little girl,
Or I won’t know where I am.
You’d better run for your life if you can, little girl,
Hide your head in the sand, little girl.
Catch you with another man,
That’s the end - little girl.
Well you know that I’m a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind,
And I can’t spend my whole life tryin’,
Just to make you toe the line.
You’d better run for your life if you can, little girl,
Hide your head in the sand, little girl.
Catch you with another man,
That’s the end - little girl.
Let this be a sermon,
I mean everything I said,
Baby, I’m determined,
And I’d rather see you dead.
You’d better run for your life if you can, little girl,
Hide your head in the sand, little girl.
Catch you with another man,
That’s the end - ah, little girl.
I’d rather see you dead, little girl,
Than to be with another man.
You’d better keep your head, little girl,
Or you won’t know where I am.
You’d better run for your life if you can, little girl,
Hide your head in the sand, little girl.
Catch you with another man,
That’s the end - little girl.

JOHN.