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Friday, February 22, 2013

1/3 of US seafood samples are mislabeled


my <3 burns
like heartburn

like indigestion
of Reality

piss on Capital P-oetry
i am illiterati
i am waking up
with grey face
straight lips
my bedroom wall mumbles,

“look who got another day in existence.”

i swing too high at recess
now my innards are all over
Nickelodeon in the 90s

i am aspiring actor
lurking in how to forums

Someone tell me how to
how to
be
how to move to ________
how to write resume
how to diy
how to make science
when it is too late for
making science
the wind blows
thru my apartment
 i am grateful
DEAD
 without stimulant.

Monday, September 17, 2012

“You open my shirt like a door you want to enter”

looking up
wide eyed
like cartoon
silence says
best behave.
but my hand
floats to yours
mind unmoved
teeth snag
and pull thread
wearing only
crooked smile
you unravel me

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Forms

I stood in the
desert for
several years
conserving
water.
One day
I was
chopped up
and ingested.
My life
was turning
into shit.

Space Cadet

As I got off the shuttle
I fell in a puddle
of murky primordial ooze.
I stood up befuddled
my skin was all huddled
on the ground all around my shoes.

“HE LOOKS GOOD FOR A DEAD MAN,”


That’s what someone said at his Daddy’s funeral.
Every morning eggs and insulin.
Flashbulb memories,
Projections of past,
Stir a potion of the good ol’ days.
Today more than ever,
Newspaper separates us.
Article about WWII
Stories of coping,
Returning home no longer
Whole.
Tears rest on his hollow cheeks.
Sitting in his wheel chair
Eyes pierce ground outside window.
Growing impatient,
Waiting for his reward.

CUSTOMER SERVICE IS AT THE OTHER END OF THE BUILDING


I shift my weight
As the only customer service rep
Calls every store in the area
Looking for an inflatable pool the family ahead of me wants.
A suit walks behind the desk.
I try not to make eye contact,
My foul mood reeks.
He keeps glancing at me
And I keep looking away from the desk.
He walks out from behind the desk
Hesitates. Glances at me.
Walks behind the queue,
When I think the coast is clear
I turn and watch him go,
He’s looking at me again.
“She’ll be right with you.”
I nod.
He doesn’t know the procedure.
Probably hired in.
Shortly after, the queue fills.
Another employee comes to help.
Cash shifts from register
Back to consumer’s pockets.
Outside, it’s storming.
I inhale damp tobacco,
Turn key, wipers swoosh.
Orange light flashes low fuel.

Frakenbaby

“There may be ways, for instance, to design a baby’s genes without violating the principle of informed consent. This is the belief that no one’s genes—not even an embryo’s—should be altered without his or her permission,” (117).

In Sharon Begley’s article, “Designer Babies,” she informs the reader that in vitro fertilization, currently used for couples with fertility problems, will soon be used to create dream children. My mind wanders—hell, it sprints—to some sort of Frankenbaby. Or a baby as irresistible as John Travolta in the movie Michael. Mothers fighting off adult women in the grocery store, “He smells like my grandmothers cookies! Take my phone number! Call me when he’s sixteen.” As Begley explored the topic, I began to accept the reality of designing genetic code.

Imagine a family history free of Diabetes. You have my attention. Without the looming threat of diabetes your children are free to enjoy a life booze, diet coke and cigarettes. Dream child! Where do I sign?

In all seriousness, in a few years it may be possible to inject an artificial human gene carrying instructions to make certain cells self-destruct. Suppose a baby boy fetus with a family history of prostate cancer is injected with a designer gene. By the time his cancerous prostate cells start growing his designer gene will kick in and kick ass by causing the cells to commit suicide and he will not die of cancer (115). This is all very exciting. Man overcomes nature yet again. I knew we could do it. Never mind that we’ve created poisonous chemicals that contribute to the cancer epidemic. It would be much more boring to eradicate cancer by finding the root cause, especially if it challenges the current capitalistic globalization model. Yawn. So last year.

Believe it or not, there is opposition to these designer genes. “There is a great divide over whether we should be opening up this Pandora’s Box,” (116). However, the author says molecular biologists may have come up with a solution making the manipulation of a fetus less creepy and weird. For instance, injecting designer genes into unborn people violates the principle of informed consent. Very sane, UCLA geneticist, John Campbell gives this example: A gene for patience could be equipped with an on/off switch activated by taking drugs. (Taking drugs to alter one’s mood making them tolerable to be around— this sounds like something my uncle does. He calls it smoking pot.)  The child free to accept or reject the drug retains informed consent over her genetic code (117). I am glad some people in the science community are trying to protect the rights of the individual’s body, even a fetus. However I find it strange that the concern is only for genetic code of the unborn. Almost no one has a problem mutilating a newborn’s genitalia without his consent, or injecting our children with vaccines full of heavy metals.

Having a cynical temperament like mine, I am not interested in having the option to turn my virtue on and off with prescription drugs. If I want to be a bit nicer, I will have a glass of wine. As far as preventing hereditary diseases and disorders, I say we get our houses in order and stop causing disease before we start consciously altering our genetic makeup.