Cultural Decadence

"I have nothing to say & I'm saying it"

--- John Cage

For so many years I have held the conventional opinions when it came to art - the ones that were taught to me. Almost out of memorization, I would respond "the Picassos, the Dalis, Van Goghs, the Rembrandts, etc" if anyone questioned my taste for art. But it so happened that I have discovered (on three separate occasions, in three separate museums no doubt), that I am consistently attracted to one particular artists. I see the painting, check the painter, and yes, his name has appeared again and again. He is

Yves Tunguy, the french born american surrealist painter (1900-1955)

Here is the painting responsible for this realization:

The Satin Tuning Fork, 1940
(Metropolitan Museum, NYC)


Thats all...

The PCR Song

My sister showed me this video some time ago.Its actually a really nerdy - science related theme, but if you know anything about Polymerase Chain Reaction, you will sincerely enjoy it. Its entitled the "PCR Song." I've included the lyrics below:



The PCR Song
There was a time when to amplify DNA,
You had to grow tons and tons of tiny cells.
Then along came a guy named Dr. Kary Mullis,
Said you can amplify in vitro just as well.
Just mix your template with a buffer and some primers,
Nucleotides and polymerases, too.
Denaturing, annealing, and extending.
Well it’s amazing what heating and cooling and heating will do.

PCR, when you need to detect mutations.
PCR, when you need to recombine.
PCR, when you need to find out who the daddy is.
PCR, when you need to solve a crime.
(repeat chorus)

Jet Lag induced Hallucinations

Yesterday i left the peace and comfort of my home and embarked on a 6 week journey to Europe, setting up my temporary-headquarters at my sister's residence in London with planned trips to Barcelona and Stockholm. 

I had pre-conceived plans to take a train into Victoria Station from Gatwick Airport and meet my sister at the Burger King there. To my great surprise, and i say this with extreme sarcasm, the delicate little flower that is my sister failed to present herself at the said meeting point. I had no directions to her place, no british currency, and was beginning to feel the effects of my arduous journey. Luckily, a small indian man asked to borrow my pen, and i quickly took the opportunity to barter for the 40 pence that was required to call my sister (true story). Once i got in touch with her, she gave me horrifyingly terrible directions, including taking a subway line that did not run thru the station i was in and changing lines at a stop that had no connections. Luckily, i am aware of my sister's perceptual dyslexia and ignored her directions. Miraculously enough, i found my own way -- and here i am, reaching my destination just before the psychedelic-like hallucinations crept in, and thus inaugurating my london trip with a naturally induced 'trip' of my own.

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Helloo bitchezz

Today i start this blog, effective immediately.

I'm only on the experimental phase of blogging -- I have no experience, a fear of being intimate, and a problem with commitment. What that translate into is that it will probably be dull, unappealing and rarely updated. But since i'm in london, i figured i might try it out, tell you about my travels and show pictures. Who knows, maybe even reveal some inner thoughts and feelings. This will be the stage for my inner monologue. . .perhaps

Things to expect from www.mistaworm.blogspot.com:

     Offensive language

     Ignorant comments

     Poor writing, worse grammar

     liberal propaganda

     occasional smut

     AND MORE

Feel free to post comments, file complaints and share insight and advice.

I appreciate your curiosity.