Non-Scents: Why would you want text messages that smell like bananas?

An oPhone docking station.

    (May 7, 2014) Oh great: Now those callous manipulators in the laboratory of nasal domination are trying to enlist us to send "scent messages" (via text, tweet or email) and play olfactory "tunes."
    Our lives are already awash in synthetic chemical aromas and flavors, which can affect our immune, respiratory, and endocrine systems, and are intended, in some cases, to influence our moods and behavior.
    This is worse than Big Brother -- it's Big, Seductively Delicious-smelling Brother, cynically tickling your fancy and messing with your most delicate brain regions. Isn't it starting to make you sick? http://kronstantinople.blogspot.com/2011/08/elderly-girl-brazenly-advocates-life-of.html

Oh Father, Where Art Thou?

My Dad donated his body to science 28 months ago. I was notified yesterday that that they

 have finally finished with him, and whatever was left  has been cremated. I am glad it's over. My

 "share" is next to my recliner in a handsome box, which I can embrace whenever I wish.

    March, 2010: The part that hurts and haunts me the most is when they tore back his face. I am crying even as I write about it. What did they do with my father's face?

   Daddy!

   He sounded so matter-of-fact when he mentioned several years ago that he would be donating his body to the medical school upon his death. I didn’t pay much attention to it, because it seemed so consistent with his scientific rationality -- he was a chemist -- and his ethical imperative to do the right thing.
    I also paid it little mind because I couldn’t imagine that anything could hurt me more than his death itself. I was wrong.