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Tuesday, April 06, 2021

The reason why New York ranks among the bottom five states in registered organ donors appears to be an arduous opt-in process that emphasizes granularity in the gut-check:

I had to print out a form and mail it. But my printer was broken. So I figured I would get to it at the office. (Note to self: bring a stamp.) I glanced at the form. What, specifically, did I want to donate, it wanted to know: Bone and connective tissue? Heart with connective tissue? Pancreas with iliac vessels? The next thing I knew, I was on freshdirect.com, perusing overpriced prepared foods and wondering if there was a Twitter feed highlighting specials. My thoughts could not drift quickly enough. A therapist might call it dissociating; my 8-year-old nephew’s technical term would be “grossed out.”

That’s one theory. Another is that the Empire State might have an exceptionally high number of Monty Python fans, and they’ve all seen The Meaning of Life, and thus are wary of the possibility of live organ transplants:

For the record, I’m a registered organ donor, as indicated on my NYS driver’s license. I don’t recall jumping through any hoops in okaying my posthumous body-harvesting. I assume it’s more seamless to volunteer when initially getting your ID, as I did when I moved here from Florida (where I was also an organ donor, so maybe that pre-existing status had something to do with it too).

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 04/06/2021 11:26 PM
Category: Comedy, New Yorkin', Society
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As many times as I’ve seen and re-seen Crimes and Misdemeanors, I ought to know the essence of the final scene’s philosophy-professor voiceover by heart:

We’re all faced throughout our lives with agonizing decisions, moral choices. Some are on a grand scale; most of these choices are on lesser points. But we define ourselves by the choices we have made. We are, in fact, the sum total of our choices.

It’s a penetrating quote because it’s unavoidably true: You can’t separate yourself from your actions, especially to the extent that each decision cumulatively leads to the next. A lifetime’s running tally results in your very being. That director Woody Allen demonstrates this dynamic with equal parts comedy and tragedy proves its veracity.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 04/06/2021 04:00 PM
Category: Creative, Movies, Society
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