Holiday Habits

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For lo’, he hath said it

“Often, the less there is to justify a traditional custom, the harder it is to get rid of it.”  ~ Mark Twain

 

 

 

Please understand that Mr. Twain wasn’t talking about your traditional Christmas customs, but those of unnamed others who lack your refined taste, deep perception and admirable sense of decorum.

This is an important distinction, because the Holidays are largely the sum of their traditions and it wouldn’t do to think you’re going to spend the next two-score and 10 days engaged in absurdity and foolishness. Not like Rosie O’Donnell, who attires her entire tribe in brand-new matching jam-jams every Christmas morning, or like Martha Stewart, who tricks out her dogs in velvet and cubic zirconia. Pop-singer and holiday heretic Lance Bass deep-fries a turkey, if you can believe it, which of course you can’t, being naturally above such vulgarities.

Um...okay...

Um…okay.

But that’s not to say you don’t know somebody who falls into the traditionally-challenged class. Somebody with mistletoe headgear, for instance, or an otherwise sober-minded and upstanding neighbor who invites you over every year for the sole and only purpose of bringing you within pestering distance of a dusty plastic trout that sings “Run, Run, Rudolph”. Somebody, in short, who could use a few Yule-timely pointers on keeping Christmas well. For those unfortunates, we are pleased to offer the following examples of Proper Holiday Comportment as described by persons of recognized gravity and discernment.

 

Like quiche you can eat with a straw

Like quiche you can eat with a straw

“There is a remarkable breakdown of taste and intelligence at Christmastime.  Mature, responsible grown men wear neckties made of holly leaves and drink alcoholic beverages with raw egg yolks and cottage cheese in them.” ~ P.J. O’Rourke

 

 

“One thing we always do is make cabbage rolls for Christmas dinner,” says Hiwan resident Barbara Melinkovich, without even a hint of shame or self-consciousness. “My husband’s parents are Croatian, and it’s a tradition over there.”

Well so is drinking beer seasoned with rosemary, but that doesn’t make it right. Would you like revise your statement?

Presents best left wrapped

Presents best left wrapped

“We make the cabbage rolls the day before, and on Christmas Day we all go ice-skating on a pond near our house, then come home and cook them for dinner.”

Much better. Pond-skating is an excellent Christmas tradition and worthy of general emulation. You should probably lead with that next time.

Encouraged by Malinkovich’s success, her sister, Sally Kennedy, steps up to the hearth.

“I know it sounds silly,” offers Kennedy, “but when we were kids we always had a Christmas parade.”

I think you mean you attended a Christmas parade.

“No, we had one. Before the kids could open their presents, we would have our own little Christmas parade around the house. We didn’t dress up or anything, just in our pajamas, or whatever. I told you it was kind of silly.”

Kind of genius, more like – all the fun of Macys without all the product placement and inane color-commentary. Kennedy’s delightful tradition earns four candy canes out of a possible five.

At first unclear on the concept, 10-year-old Hailey Brown eventually tumbles on a near-universal tradition that is at once festive and illuminating.

“Me and my sister wake up first, and then we have to wait until grandma and grandpa wake up,” explains Hailey, keeping track of the precise sequence of Christmas-morning events on the fingers of her left hand. “Then they say ‘wait until we get ready’, and we wait, and then, when they’re ready, we go downstairs and open presents.”

Yes, Hailey, frustration is a holiday tradition. Deal with it.

 

Battle noelle

Battle Noel

“Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Holiday Season, that very special time of year when we join with our loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions such as trying to find a parking space at the mall”.Dave Barry

 

 

“We bake cookies,” says Theresa Howell, getting ready to launch a rare November fishing expedition on Evergreen Lake. Her husband, Brian, sees to the tackle while daughters Ella, 5, and Sylvia, 2, perform ballast duties in the family canoe. “I buy pounds of butter,” Theresa laughs.

Since one pound of butter yields approximately four times its weight in pure merriness, the Howell place must be pretty cheery by mid-December.

“We also celebrate Saint Nicholas Day in our house, so the girls kind of get two Christmases.”

You have my undivided attention. Please continue.

Christmas1.0

Christmas1.0

“It’s a German holiday on Dec. 6. We all put out our shoes at night and Saint Nicholas leaves something in them. It’s usually nothing big – a little craft-book, or something.”

“It tides them over till Christmas,” grins Brian.

Glad tidings, indeed. For extending the magic of Christmas back almost three full weeks, the Howell’s are hereby awarded a silver Star of Bethlehem with holly-leaf cluster. Across the way, Diane Pieper and her granddaughters are wrapping up a pleasant morning’s lake-walk.

“We always take food and toys down to some poor kids in Denver,” says 9-year-old Taylor. “It’s nice because otherwise they wouldn’t get anything. I also get to see some friends I don’t get to see any other time.”

It’s the perfect Holiday tradition, really. Does good and feels good. You’re to be commended, Taylor, for…

“And guess what?” bursts out her sister, 6-year-old Jordan. “One time she had all these stuffed animals – they were Beanie Babies – and that’s all – but there were a whole lot of them – and she gave them all away!”

My, that’s certainly a selfless…

Celebrity sighting

Celebrity sighting

“And guess what else? One time it was nighttime, and we saw a red light and a green light, and I think the red light was Rudolph’s red nose!”

How truly wondrous to witness…

“And guess what else? Every year we pet the reindeer. We pet Rudolph and Dancer. I like Dancer, but Rudolph is the best one!”

If Denver could harness Jordan’s holiday spirit, the City and County Building would be visible from Neptune.

Brook Forest resident Greg Konigsbauer and his two young’uns are enjoying the unseasonably fine weather at the Stagecoach Park playground. Technically, the Konigsbauer clan begins its Christmas observances on Dec. 21.

“That’s Charlotte’s birthday, so we have all the kids in the neighborhood over for cinnamon buns,” says Greg. “Since her birthday is so close to Christmas, it’s our way of making sure she gets something special.”

Traditionalists might argue that Charlotte’s cinnamon social is more correctly a birthday tradition, but we won’t. And just so there won’t be any hurt feelings, we should point out that not all Konigsbauer Christmas activities are traditionally ambiguous.

“We always watch ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’.”

Okay, so lots of families do that, but not every family has 3-year-old Charlotte, a giggling little sprite who could be Cindy Lou Who’s stunt double. And if that’s not enough reason to stick with a fine tradition, Charlotte’s energetic 6-year-old brother, Jack, offers his own deeply personal and logically unassailable reason for making the Grinch a regular holiday visitor.

“Green is my favorite color,” Jack says, earnestly. “And blue. Green and blue.”

 

That's the stuff...

That’s the stuff…

“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.  What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store? What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?” ~ Dr. Seuss

Night Owls

 “Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.”

 

 

Ben Franklin said that, and smart people agree that history’s most prolific source of aphorisms was a pretty sharp fellow. Thing is, a growing body of research may lead some to suspect that ‘Poor Richard’ didn’t necessarily practice what he preached. Just lately, a bunch of new-fashioned brainiacs are awakening to the possibility that people who fly by night are more apt to be bright.

12 o'clock scholar

12 o’clock scholar

Certified genius, Satoshi Kanazawa

Certified genius, Satoshi Kanazawa

“Some people are night owls, and others are morning larks,” explains deep-thinker Satoshi Kanazawa, a psychologist with the London School of Economics and Political Science writing for Psychology Today. “Compared to their less intelligent counterparts, more intelligent individuals go to bed later on weeknights and weekends.”

So staying up all night watching “F Troop” re-runs makes you smarter?

“People with higher IQs are more apt to be nocturnal night owls, while those with lower IQs tend to restrict their activities primarily to daytime,” clarifies Robert Alison in the Winnipeg Free Press, helpfully. “People who prefer to go to bed early, and who are early-risers, demonstrate ‘morningness,” whereas those whose sleep patterns are shifted later demonstrate ‘eveningness.’ Researchers say ‘eveningness’ tends to be a characteristic of higher IQs.”

Brain food?

Brain food?

Ahhh, so dancing the night away doesn’t make you smart – you routinely close down the nightclub because you’re already smart. Pretty eye-opening stuff, if true, and Kanazawa clearly pulled more than one all-nighter compiling statistics to support his hypothesis, figures which are dutifully detailed on the website PSYBLOG.

“The study examined the sleep habits of 20,745 adolescent Americans,” reports PSYBLOG, “and found that on a weekday the ‘very dull’ went to bed at an average of 11:41 and woke up at 7:20. In contrast, the ‘very bright’ went to bed at 12:29 and got up at 7:52.”

On weekends, again on average, test subjects with IQs below 75 turned in around 12:30 a.m. and got up around 10 a.m., those with “normal” IQs in the 100 range went to bed at 1:30 a.m. and arose at 10:15, and subjects registering IQs above 125 collapsed into the sack at 1:45 a.m. and didn’t slouch out again until after 11 o’clock.

“It’s a sin to go to bed on the same day you get up.” 1920s NYC mayor Jimmy Walker

“It’s a sin to go to bed on the same day you get up.”
1920s NYC mayor Jimmy Walker

Granted, those differences aren’t exactly night-and-day, but they’re sufficient for Kanazawa to hazard some thoughts about why those preferring to carpe noctem might enjoy a cerebral edge over the sunlit day-walker. The way he tells it, humans have since ancient times been conditioned to sleep patterns imposed upon them by the sun. Those of more “inquisitive” mental predisposition, however, rebelled against that mundane cycle and sought to establish their own patterns of wakefulness and repose. It’s that same intellectual orneriness, we are to believe, that keeps Carson Daly in clover night after late, late night.

Carson Daly, Friend to the Sleepless

Carson Daly, Friend to the Sleepless

Lest card-carrying members of the Dawn Patrol feel abused by these revelations, it should be noted that all researches indicate a strong genetic component to individual sleep patterns. It’s also worth mentioning that the eveningness effect is most pronounced among those under 30, and that even the most restive night owl will gradually molt into a morning lark as feathers gray.

Still, if we accept the scientific probability that sitting up in a darkened house presumes cognitive superiority, one can’t help but wonder if worshippers of Artemis possess other traits in greater abundance than is given to Apollo’s flock. According to absolutely everybody, absolutely.

Like night and day

Like night and day

The same rebellious nature keeping them up at night often drives them to great feats of creativity. Hours of solitary contemplation may reveal deep truths not visible in the glare of full sunlight. Their love of the new and the novel can compel them to adventure. In broad statistical terms, night owls tend to be open-minded dreamers, suspicious of authority and ardent. They’re uninhibited self-starters who do their best work when everybody else in is bed.

“What hath night to do with sleep?”  John Milton

“What hath night to do with sleep?”
John Milton

Alas, just as night must follow day, so too does the nocturnal lifestyle have a dark side. A comprehensive study conducted in 2008 concluded that the after-hours set is “less reliable, less emotionally stable, and more prone to depression.” Eveningness has also been persuasively linked to greater risks of heart disease, arterial stiffness and hypertension. And it turns out that a lot of the folks who are up at all hours aren’t spending that time gulping agave shakes and working out at the 24-hour gym. Night owls lean toward eating disorders, obesity, substance abuse and a variety of other addictive behaviors, all of them aggravated by the fact that late-risers typically manage fewer hours of restful, unbroken sleep thanks to the restless ruckus raised by thoughtless early-birds. Thus the day lark’s chirpy activity inevitably degrades the layabed’s mental acuity.

Colorado's State Bird

Colorado’s State Bird

Healthy? It seems clear the midnight-oil class can’t show any particular accomplishment in that field.

Wealthy? “You will find the key to success under the alarm clock,” asserts Mr. Franklin. Of course he would say that. Even so, it’s not improbable that many of those bright and potentially profitable ideas that dawn by the dark of the moon are considerably dimmed in execution by the depreciating affects of persistent sleep deficits and, possibly, gout.

Wise? Unsupported avian stereotypes notwithstanding, “Lack of sleep can affect our interpretation of events,” intones WebMD. “This hurts our ability to make sound judgments because we may not assess situations accurately and act on them wisely.”

Makes you wonder what else ol’ Ben was right about.

“First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. And second, what can I say? I’m a night owl.” Marion Barry

“First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. And second, what can I say? I’m a night owl.”
Marion Barry

 

The Face of Valor

heroguy2What does a true hero look like? A small army of local schoolchildren filed into the Evergreen High School gymnasium to see one for themselves.

As they discovered, retired Army major Bruce Crandall isn’t 10 feet tall, doesn’t speak in thunder and can’t leap tall buildings in a single bound. Nor does he have an NFL contract, a song on the Top 40, or a sure-fire plan for the economy.

A comfortable-looking man of 74, Crandall stands medium height, dresses neatly, but casually, and has an entirely unremarkable, self-effacing manner of expression. If there was anything visibly distinctive about him at all, it was the tall, black hat he wore – a poignant relic of the combat missions he flew over Vietnam as an Air Cavalry flight commander with the 229th Helicopter Assault Battalion.

heroguy1Still, as one of only 100 living Americans to hold the Congressional Medal of Honor, Crandall’s a true hero, all right. To their credit, most of the kids packing the great room seemed to appreciate that fact.

“This is a huge event for Evergreen,” said EHS senior class president David Schultz. “Some kids might think this is just another assembly, but to me it’s a reminder that there are guys like him who’ve put their lives on the line for us. We’re lucky to have him here.”

Indeed, Schultz can thank kindly Providence that Crandall and dozens of other true heroes happened to be in Denver for the Congressional Medal of Honor Society’s annual convention, and that EHS happened to be one of only three Jeffco schools slated for a visit. But it was fast action and hard work that made Thursday’s assembly a morning to remember.

“I think it’s a great opportunity for the kids,” said assistant principal Bernie Hohman, who organized Crandall’s admirable hero’s welcome. “The lesson I hope they get is the importance of doing the right thing, of stepping up to help other people, of being a good person.”

Crandall’s address was scheduled for 8:30 a.m., but excitement started building long before that. Out front, the Stars and Stripes waved from the fully-extended boom of Evergreen Fire Rescue’s gleaming Tower No. 2, and county vehicles began showing up in company strength.

Inside, kids from Rocky Mountain Academy joined the EHS students in the bleachers, while two rows of folding chairs near the podium were reserved for local worthies including State Senator Dan Gibbs, Jefferson County Sheriff Ted Mink, and virtually every school principal from Bergen Park to Aspen Park. The color guard from Evergreen’s American Legion Post 2001 stood ready to greet the guest of honor in proper military style. Most significantly, two-dozen seats directly in front of the podium were filled by distinguished area men wearing more than a half-century of bravery and patriotism on the breasts of their crisp uniform jackets.

“The Medal of Honor represents the ultimate in courage,” said Dick Over, who fought with Colorado’s own 10th Mountain Division during the punishing Aleutian campaign in World War II. “It’s always interesting to me to hear how other Americans have become heroes to those of us who also served.”

As a combat veteran, Over knows only too well that becoming a true hero has precious little to do with trumpets and ticker-tape, and that the Congressional Medal of Honor is a tribute that most soldiers hope they’ll never have a chance to earn. For starters, more than half of the 3,467 Americans so honored since President Abraham Lincoln launched the tradition in 1863 received their medal posthumously. For the rest, the phrase “conspicuous gallantry and valor during time of war” usually refers to the single most terrifying, desperate hours of their lives.

“I can tell you that everyone who wears this feels uncomfortable being introduced as Medal of Honor ‘winners,’” Crandall began. “We didn’t win anything. We are Medal of Honor recipients, and what we did to receive it was an uncomfortable experience.”

A transparent understatement, that, but then Crandall’s remarks were not aimed to shock, or upset, but to convey his own thoughts and best advice in the best way he knew how. For the next 80 minutes, Crandall touched on numerous topics using simple, direct language and easy good humor.

On a military career: “People think that all they teach is how to kill and fight. That’s nonsense. The doctor that fixed my back was a West Point graduate.”

On the personal rigors of a professional military: “You want to know the secret of a happy marriage? Marry a woman who won’t admit she made a mistake.”

On the Vietnam War: “What most young people don’t understand is that we were in Vietnam to stop the spread of communism, not to beat the North Vietnamese. The political goal was not necessarily compatible with the military goal. We achieved the political goal, but did not achieve the military goal. We don’t want to do that again.”

On his Air Cav unit: “They called me ‘the old man,’ and I wasn’t an old man. It was a sign of respect, so I loved being called that. We trained together for a year and a half before we got to Vietnam. My biggest stateside concern was safety. Combat changed everything. My biggest concern was my people. They were like my children. When they had a problem at home, I had a problem at home. It’s something you can’t really understand unless you’ve been there. I lost four guys, missing in action. The hardest thing I did over there was writing the letters to their families.”

On his work as a story advisor during the filming of “We Were Soldiers,” a 2002 Vietnam War movie starring Mel Gibson: “It was about 75 percent real and 25 percent Hollywood. And that’s pretty good.”

On self-sacrifice: “They want us to say something about ‘sacrifice,’ but I prefer the word ‘service.’ We don’t necessarily need to sacrifice things in our lives, but we all need to be of service.”

On the current fashion of mandatory volunteerism: “Patriotism can’t be taught. This is, without a doubt, the greatest country that’s ever been conceived. If you don’t believe you’re living in the greatest country in the world, and that your country deserves your support, and that you owe something to your country, nobody can teach it to you.”

On personal responsibility and family: “You each have a duty to look after those who came before you, and those that came after you. All of you have all the benefits that we – the group ahead of you – can give you.”

And, appropriately enough, on the nature of heroism: “Courage runs through all of us, and you don’t know what courage is until it’s been tested. As humans, we have a tremendous capacity to do what’s right when the time comes.”

heroguy3Curiously – or maybe not – he said next to nothing about the actions for which he received a grateful nation’s highest honor. On Nov. 14, 1965, Crandall’s flight of 16 helicopters was ferrying troops from a base in Plei Me, Vietnam, to a landing zone in the la Drang Valley. By the fourth lift, the enemy had targeted the landing zone and the unarmed aircraft began taking fire. By the fifth, the shooting had grown so intense that Crandall’s group commander suspended further flight operations. Rather than abandon the besieged soldiers to their fate, Crandall moved his base of operations closer to the landing zone and – at appalling personal risk – continued flying desperately needed supplies and ammunition in, and flying wounded soldiers out.

“Despite the fact that the landing zone was still under relentless enemy fire, Major Crandall landed and proceeded to supervise the loading of seriously wounded soldiers aboard his aircraft,” reads the official account. “Major Crandall’s voluntary decision to land under the most extreme fire instilled in the other pilots the will and spirit to land their own aircraft, and in the ground forces the realization that they would be re-supplied and that friendly wounded would be promptly evacuated. That day he completed a total of 22 flights, most under intense enemy fire, retiring from the battlefield only after all possible service had been rendered to the Infantry battalion. Major Crandall’s daring acts of bravery and courage in the face of an overwhelming and determined enemy are in keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and reflect great credit upon himself, his unit, and the United States Army.”

heroguy4“My wingman and I flew 14-and-a-half hours, that day, 12 of them after the med-evacs refused to fly,” was about all Crandall would say on the subject. “If we didn’t go, nobody would go.”

At about 9:45, the kids gave Crandall a hero’s ovation and headed off to less dramatic studies. In the parking lot out front, a line of yellow buses was discharging swarms of Evergreen Middle School students, because Crandall’s mission to Evergreen was still only half done.

It was hard to nail down exactly what the EMS kids’ older counterparts gathered from the event and, like so much that we learn as children, it may be years before the kids are able to appreciate the significance of what they heard. For one action-movie-steeped young fellow, the Medal of Honor recipient’s wartime piloting experiences left a strong impression.

“I liked his call-sign, ‘snake,’” he said, incorrectly remembering Crandall’s actual wartime radio call-sign, Ancient Serpent Six. “It sounds kind of cool.”

On the other hand, junior Emma Stewart might have come away with something closer to the message Crandall hoped to send.

“I liked what he said about duty, and doing what’s right,” she said, thoughtfully. “You shouldn’t feel obligated to do something, you should do it because it’s the right thing to do.”

Spoken like a true hero.heroguy5

Boogie in the Barnyard

Here’s a beauty: At about 5 p.m. a deputy was summoned to a South U.S. Highway 285 address to consider a reported livestock problem. On arrival, he discovered a goat scampering freely about the yard. Only it wasn’t his yard. The homeowner explained that she hadn’t previously been introduced to the creature and couldn’t begin to guess its proper address. At her wits end, she just wanted it gone. The officer dutifully called animal control, which suggested she give them another buzz about the same time the next day if the ornery pest was still hanging around. Perhaps feeling unappreciated, the goat leapt onto the cruiser’s driver’s side hood, thoroughly scratching it, then danced over to the passenger side and ariesleft his signature there. As the officer drove away in defeat, the animal repeatedly took up station in front of the cruiser, forcing him to stop. Each time he stopped, the bearded beast leapt back on the hood, or carved little frescoes into the passenger-side door. At last free and away, the deputy summoned a crime scene technician to assess the damage to his vehicle.

 

 

 

Going Organic

It would be difficult to find a downside to a technological advancement that saves tens of thousands of lives every year.

Difficult, but not impossible.

shivaTechnological progress is an indelicate mechanism, blundering heedlessly ahead over the bleaching bones of the last Big Thing. You can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs, as it were, and that’s great if you’ve been invited to breakfast, but considerably less great if you’ve put all of your eggs in an obsolete basket. On the other hand, technology’s occasionally destructive energy can provide the momentum needed for even more wondrous advancements. Folks who like their analogies served philosophically can think of technology as Shiva, forever destroying a pathway to creation.

whaleOilIn learning to harness the lightnings, for instance, the peering classes ensured a brighter future for all succeeding generations and completely took the wind out of a globe-spanning whale oil trade. Hard-pressed to find a suitable substitute for whale oil’s essential lubricating and incendiary qualities, scientists bent to their microscopes and filled the void with petroleum distillates.

There’ll be a point coming along presently, and don’t think your patience isn’t appreciated.

The self-driving car may be the sweetest piece of applied science to come down the pike since internal combustion. The undisputed leader in the field is Google, and its self-piloting prototype is a marvel of artificial aptitude. It’s a Prius, of course, equipped with a roof-mounted 64-beam light-radar (lidar) system that interrogates the environment many times per second to produce minutely detailed, three-dimensional, real-time situation reports. Meanwhile, the vehicle’s electronic brain (dubbed “Google Chauffer”) reconciles that flood of information with the vast atlas of hyper-accurate GPS maps stored in its silicon hippocampus to propel passengers toward their intended destination safely and reliably despite the worst that Man and Nature can throw in its way. Fact is, with more than 100,000 miles under its seat belt Google’s self-driving sensation has come to grief but once, in a fender-bender that occurred while the vehicle was briefly under purely biological control.

Google-Self-Driving-CarIf the “hands-less carriage” sounds more like George Jetson than Joe Sixpack, consider that Nevada, Florida, California and Michigan have all passed ordinances permitting the operation of autonomous autos, and more states are moving quickly to clear the road in that direction. The self-driving car is real, its technology is proven, and it’s coming soon to a parkway near you.

“We’re not talking about 10 years,” assures one scientist close to the Google project. “We’re talking about five.”

car-crashGetting closer to that elusive point, about 30,000 people die each year in the United States as a result of traffic accidents. About 90 percent of those accidents, some 27,000, are caused by driver error. Transportation prognosticators estimate that if just 10 percent of the cars on the road were self-driving, 1,100 lives could be saved. At 90 percent usage, self-driving cars could save more than 21,000 lives annually.

Moving right along, at any given moment there are about 120,000 names on the nation’s organ wait-list. Each year more than 30,000 Americans receive a donated organ. Each year more than 6,000 others die before one becomes available.

organ%20donor%20imageAs it happens, car crashes generate a lot of fatal head traumas that leave much of the remaining biological inventory intact, making them a critical source of donated organs. About half of those eligible to donate organs actually do it, and one unfortunate donor is generally good for about 3.3 desperately needed donations.

By that grim arithmetic, 1,100 lives saved by Google Chauffer could add up to death for some 1,800 people waiting for an organ that’s simply not coming. Save 21,000 lives on the road and you get almost 35,000 fewer organs in circulation. For those whose profession and passion are matching people with parts, the self-driving car presents a pretty pickle.

“You can’t argue with fewer traffic fatalities,” admits one anxious transplant surgeon, “but then we have a whole new problem. Where will we get organs?”

The same place you get ersatz whale oil – you let Shiva provide. In this case, the Destroyer is poised to become manifest in the guise of companies like Makerbot, one of a handful of small technology concerns working in the embryonic field of 3D organ printing.

Yes, you read that right. Organ printing.

The technology for 3D organ printing isn’t markedly different than the 3D paperweight kind, just way more precise. Expanding on the established science of tissue engineering, scientists like those at Makerbot take, say, liver cells, and let them replicate in the laboratory until there’s a sufficient quantity of biological “ink”, which they load into a 3D printer, which “prints” a liver. If that sounds simple enough, you’re not listening right. Still, one major hurdle to printing a functional organ was cleared recently when researchers from Sydney University and Harvard made serious progress toward solving the knotty “vascularisation” problem.

organ-replicationIt’s like this: Printing a liver-shaped object with liver-type tissue is a relatively straight-forward exercise. A working organ, however, requires a complex internal web of fine capillary blood vessels providing the constant flow of oxygen and nutrients it needs to survive, and “bio-printer” technology is still several generations behind the level of sophistication needed to print organs with pre-installed vascular systems. Instead of trying to build a better printer, those clever researchers printed out a complex web of fine filaments, coated it with a thick layer of endothelial cells, then carefully removed the filaments to get a vascular network composed entirely of living tissue and ready to be installed in any organ not so equipped. Of course, the hitch in that get-along will be getting the capillaries into the liver, and even the most optimistic organ printers don’t see that happening any time soon.

bioPrintStill, the concept is sound, and as observers on both the supply and demand sides of the equation are quick to point out, the pressure to produce is about to get intense. As self-driving cars begin driving down the supply of transplantable organs, demand will drive organ printing research into high gear.

The point, at long last, is that when electricity pulled the rug out from under the whale oil market, the Mother of Invention compensated consumers with a far less expensive and far more versatile alternative. Likewise, when self-driving cars slam the brakes on organ donations, technology will very likely respond by ending the need for donated organs altogether. And it would be very difficult, indeed, to find a downside to that.

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