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The Iceman Cometh?Posted Tuesday, January 12, 2010, at 3:58 PM
Just a neat picture
And what did James Hiram do to deserve such a fine day as this cold 12th of January as his official day? He died. Well actually it was what happened after his death that we've been asked to celebrate. On the 12th day of January in 1967, Mr. Bedford passed away and was then cryonically preserved; the first human being to be purposely frozen as such. From what I understand, Mr. Bedford is still in that state today, some 43 years later. After losing a bout with cancer, James Hiram Bedford entered into a cryogenic state with the hopes of someday being cured and brought back to life or vice versa, I'm not exactly sure how that is suppose to work. Anyway, good luck my man, here's to hoping that you succeed. James Hiram now lies in this frigid position at an Alcor facility in Scottsdale, Arizona. Alcor was initially established as a non-profit organization by Fred and Linda Chamberlain (surely not the Fast Freddie that I know). One of James Hiram's roommates at the facility is Ted Williams. According to Ted's son John Henry, "He was very into science and believed in new technology and human advancement and was a pioneer. Even though things seemed impossible at times, he always knew there was always a chance to catch a fish -- only if you had your fly in the water." Well, Ted's got his fly in the water, but I'd say he's doing some ice fishing right now. And from what I've read, he's doing it without using his head, which was frozen separately. I'm really not sure how that is going to work either when they find his cure.
I'm not nearly as smart as these cryo folks, so I'm guessing that they have this all figured out. When technology catches up and we have the necessary cures available, Old James Hiram and the Splendid Splinter (cool as a couple of cucumbers) will wake up and have the last laugh. Happy Bedford Day. Comments Showing comments in chronological order [Show most recent comments first] |
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Pretty "cool" blog. (Someone had to say it, figured we'd get that pun out of the way early).
Did you have another blog censured/removed?
You know thats just plain COLD!.
If you are asking if I was censured, I would have to say no, not officially. (Whereas censured is an act of being reprimanded or receiving harsh criticism from authority, which is different from censored, which is the suppression or deletion of communicative material.) Actually neither act took place, I removed the last blog without being censured or censored. Unless you want to consider self-censorship and I do that all the time (sometimes just sooner than others).
It's probably a nice little Blog, Simmons. But think I'll wait til The Answer weighs in. No sense wasting my time on reading another piece of crap out of you.....
BBBanter - It's comments like yours that just make my day. That is just too funny.
That's why I teach math and not Language Arts, Ol' Simmons, the English language is just too tough for me, but I am glad you set me straight on censured versus censored. You're never too old to learn something new... until you're dead, that is.
I read somewhere that Mr. Bedford's grandkids now call him Pop, short for popsicle. (if that's too far out of line for a joke, feel free to censor it and censure me.)
For some reason this blog reminds me of the following poem:
The tusks which clashed in mighty brawls
Of mastodons, are billiard balls.
The sword of Charlemagne the Just
Is Ferric Oxide, known as rust.
The grizzly bear, whose potent hug,
Was feared by all, is now a rug.
Great Caesar's bust is on the shelf,
And I don't feel so well myself.
that picture looks familiar
The photo is of Niagara Falls, taken from the American side.
the picture was probably when Simmons was on one of his honeymoons?????
I think you are right Lil' Hahn. It was familiar to her (Mrs. Willis, formerly of Virginia) because, I believe she took it.
Wigs, I always liked that poem by Guiterman, thanks for sharing it. As I wrote this piece I couldn't help but remember Woody Allen's line, "I don't want to achieve immortality through my work...I want to achieve it through not dying."
I'm afraid that I won't be joining the folks at Alcor when I pass on. Every morning when I wake up and my fingers are swollen and sore from arthritis and my hip and elbows ache with each movement, it makes me realize that my body isn't up for another go at life, so I'll settle on my one visit here on earth. I am, however, looking forward to being reincarnated as an alligator. I'll just lay around a pond on a golf course in some warm place and occasionally go for a swim...no snow, no freezing weather, and I can always wander around looking for lost golf balls or some dumb golfer to terrorize.
That picture may well have been taken by Mrs. Willis, formerly of Virginia, but I'm pretty sure it is Black Creek, not far from K.D. and Shari Hostetter's property. Look at the silo in the background.