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Scientists at Pitt’s Safar Center for Resuscitation Research in Oakland announced at the meeting last week that they have found a way to revive dogs three hours after clinical death — an hour longer than in previous experiments, said the center’s director, Dr. Patrick Kochanek.
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The Guardian reports: “From a distance it resembled a rather large man in a fur coat, leaning tenderly over the grave of a loved one. But when the two women in the Russian village of Vezhnya Tchova came closer they realised there was a bear in the cemetery eating a body.”
Will we ever grow replacement brains or do whole-brain transplants?
Need a new body part? Tissue engineers are now growing human bladders, lungs, and other organs in the lab with the hope that, someday soon, such organs may replace diseased organs in people. Transplant surgeons, for their part, routinely place donated kidneys, hearts, and other organs into patients whose own organs are failing. They have transplanted hands, arms, even, famously, a face.
This has left me wondering, where does the brain come into all this? Will we someday grow replacement brains or do whole-brain transplants? Three questions leap to mind: Why would we? Could we? And should we?
The experience at the taco library is as follows:
Luxy attempts to hand visa card to attendant.
Drops it. Appears to be drunk and laughs very
silly.
Attendant: “So how bout those starving
children?” (Luxy had previously stated into
the microphone that she and Neana were mean
and didn’t want to donate a dollar to starving
children.)
Luxy: “But I do volunteer work.”
Attendant 2: “You don’t care about starving
kids?”
Luxy: “Have you read a Modest Proposal?”
Attendant 1: Looks at attendant 2, both shake
heads in the negatory.
Luxy: “Have you heard of Gulliver’s Travels?”
Attendant 1 and 2: (Shake heads no)
Luxy: “He suggested that eating the starving
babies was a way to eliminate the problem.”
Attendant 1: Blinks eyes. “Here’s your tacos.”
Attendant 2: “That doesn’t sound very good.”
Luxy: “He was joking.”
Neana: “Can you ask for some fire sauce?”
Luxy: “Can we have some fire sauce please?”
Attendant 1: Gives us fire sauce.
Then we drove away into the night with warm
tacos resting gently upon Neana’s crotch.

