Jane does death talk

Currently working on a paper about ethical website content. Yup - static website content. Why? Because people still use them to obtain health information. And from what I can tell no one has talked about an ethical approach to content creation. So. Fun?

All of the variations of this story…framing MAiD is a wild journey (and that’s what my whole dissertation is about).

Sad? Yes. But so is dementia.

These framings aren’t ever about the quality of death. They are only ever about a prescribed quality of morality and quality of life.

Finally crushed #NobodyWantsThis and I gotta say…who ever did the music for that show was on point. Also? That’s my dream job.

Anyway, the show was also great. But y’all already knew that.

Finished the PhD about three months ago. It’s been a quiet summer of thinking and gardening. Reading.

I did some cool research stuff. But I have so much more I want to do. And I don’t know where to start.

Another day, another line up ethnography in an airport. Always fascinating.

I really enjoyed the story on the CBC Story From Here about the woman in Labrador who grew a 36lb turnip. It made my day.

I also saw a bright purple Lambo SUV blasting through the Usask campus and I died laughing. It was very much out of place.

As I wrap up a hell of a Monday, much of which was in caregiving service to others, I feel compelled to remind you that first-hand experience with caregiving at death means you’re more likely to engage with advance care planning.

Or, you know, you could just do it now.

Honestly, I keep forgetting this place exists. But this morning someone reminded me that it’s much nicer than Twitter (which I bailed on a long time ago). So this week, I’m going to try to be here more often. An experiment as it were

I’ve never bought custard powder. Algorithms are weird sometimes.

ABD!!! Ah yeah!

Who knows where thoughts come from, Joe?

I just finished my last comprehensive exam.

It’s a weird feeling. A good one. But a weird one.

Well, I have to have an abdominal hysterectomy to remove my mushroom (that’s what I call my fibroid). It’s fine, in theory. I don’t want kids. But I’m feeling overwhelmed. I don’t have time for surgical recovery.

So I bought cake and am processing.

Welp. The great blackout of Ontario was 20 years ago. I now, officially, feel old.

Welp. 12 days until I write my comps. Do I feel ready? Nooooppppe. Am I panicking? Yuuuuupppppp.

I mean, I’ve been studying and doing my readings. But man, I just feel like I’m farting right into the wind here.

So. A bit about me: I research how we talk about death and dying. I teach some stuff. I eat local food as often as I can. I drink wine. I have dogs, not kids. I read A LOT. I caregive to my mother with Alzheimer’s. I’m always up for a good debate. But I’m also always tired.