Dubious practices, if this recent story is to be believed: Former Alcor Employee Makes Harsh Allegations Against Cryonics Foundation (via me-fi).
From the piece: 'When a body is brought into Alcor's facility, the patient's blood is pumped out and replaced with a chemical concoction to minimize freezing damage.
In many cases, the head is separated from the body with the member's prior consent.
Before her visitor can introduce himself, John Galt comes home and greets him: Galt turned to her. ” he asked, addressing them both.“Not exactly,” said the visitor.“Miss Taggart, may I present Ragnar Danneskjold?
”She knew what her face had looked like, when she heard Danneskjold’s voice as from a great distance: “You don’t have to be frightened, Miss Taggart.
"I actually witnessed them remove her head with a chisel and a hammer."'Such strangeness is to be expected.
A few years ago we had the pleasure of visiting Alcor, where we found a friendly workplace utterly devoted to what they were doing but also, how to put this, somewhat deluded about how they were going about it.
She was setting the table, when she saw the figure of a man hurrying up the path to the house, a swift, agile figure that leaped over boulders with the casual ease of a flight. He looked at her as if he had not expected to find a woman in this house.
He wore a dark blue sweater and slacks, he had gold hair and a face of such shocking perfection of beauty that she stood still, staring at him, not in admiration, at first, but in simple disbelief.
Decent schools created real opportunities that she was in a position go for, and all of it was paid for by honest jobs that were available without expensive degrees or a network of chummy school ties.
It's the American Dream in action: mom and dad work, and their child goes to school, saves up, and makes it with a white collar job in the big city.
Bridging that gap is Draut's main task, and as the college educated daughter of a factory worker who grew up to do her labor at a liberal think tank, she has her feet in both the world of her subjects and the world of her audience.
Near the end, in one of the most moving passages of a book that has several of them, she recounts how America did right by her.
(Presumably the rest of us should just bow down to him and pour gold on his devastatingly handsome feet.) This is a puzzling contradiction with the rest of her philosophy which holds that productive work is the only thing that matters in the world, although it’s right in line with the evidence that conventionally attractive people get better jobs, higher salaries and all sorts of other advantages.