Wake Up Winborn
I just got an amazing email from AaronElBorg, a fellow Drupaler, father, and proponent of cryonics, who is also in the Seattle-based band, Glose.
AaronElBorg has placed a geas on me to remember that there is to be a song written in my honor called Wake Up Winborn, and in the ultimate treasure hunt, to look for it after my passing.
Now how cool is that? What an honor, to have a warrior's anthem written after your passing? With the challenge to find it afterwards?
Some may call it a fool's errand, and perhaps I am the fool, but I prefer the Tarot's version of the Fool, with one foot perched precariously off a ledge, ready for a journey of epic proportions, a dog nipping at his heels.
In any case, you'll most likely get to hear it before me. Eventually, I hope to be able to sit down with AaronElBorg and have a beer while we listen to the song, but a lot will need to happen before then. First, we'll need to sufficiently conquer or at least stave off physical death. For me to be able to take advantage of that will also require that we have found a way to reverse death, to the extent that we can repair any damage from the freezing process involved in my planned cryonic preservation. And we'll also need to have kicked the crap out of ALS. Alternatively, found a way to upload our consciousness to a computer or robot or some other containing form.
Tall order to say the least. But even before I can have the chance of partaking of this hypothetical revolution of medicine, we must raise the funds to freeze my body. That's where you come in. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. And even though I can barely take a single step, I am doing my best to walk that long journey, but I need your help.
Thanks, and Rock On!