Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Holy Shit Batman! Did I Really Write This?

Quite frankly, I've had enough.

I've had enough of staring at people's shit caked ass cracks.

& I've had enough of watching giggling loonies gouge bloody craters in their own faces.

& I've had enough of listening to endlessly repeating verbal & behavorial tape loops that pass themselves off as human beings.

It's time for a career change I think.

Thankfully, Yahoo is always there to guide me through the veritable quagmire that is the modern work environment. I've sat spellbound while reading their many "dos & don'ts at an interview" columns. I have also found their long exposes on the downside of "corporate interview sharts" & "between question nose picking" to be particularly helpful.

Therefore, it's probably no surprise that Yahoo is there for me again.

CHARLESTON, South Carolina (Reuters) – In a small laboratory on an upper floor of the basic science building at the Medical University of South Carolina, Vladimir Mironov, M.D., Ph.D., has been working for a decade to grow meat.

A developmental biologist and tissue engineer, Dr. Mironov, 56, is one of only a few scientists worldwide involved in bioengineering "cultured" meat.

It's a product he believes could help solve future global food crises resulting from shrinking amounts of land available for growing meat the old-fashioned way ... on the hoof.

Growth of "in-vitro" or cultured meat is also under way in the Netherlands, Mironov told Reuters in an interview, but in the United States, it is science in search of funding and demand.

The new National Institute of Food and Agriculture, part of the U.S. Food and Drug Administration, won't fund it, the National Institutes of Health won't fund it, and the National Aeronautics and Space Administration funded it only briefly, Mironov said.

"It's classic disruptive technology," Mironov said. "Bringing any new technology on the market, average, costs $1 billion. We don't even have $1 million."

Director of the Advanced Tissue Biofabrication Center in the Department of Regenerative Medicine and Cell Biology at the medical university, Mironov now primarily conducts research on tissue engineering, or growing, of human organs.

"There's a yuck factor when people find out meat is grown in a lab. They don't like to associate technology with food," said Nicholas Genovese, 32, a visiting scholar in cancer cell biology working under a People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals three-year grant to run Dr. Mironov's meat-growing lab.

"But there are a lot of products that we eat today that are considered natural that are produced in a similar manner," Genovese said.

"There's yogurt, which is cultured yeast. You have wine production and beer production. These were not produced in laboratories. Society has accepted these products."

If wine is produced in winery, beer in a brewery and bread in a bakery, where are you going to grow cultured meat?

In a "carnery," if Mironov has his way. That is the name he has given future production facilities.

He envisions football field-sized buildings filled with large bioreactors, or bioreactors the size of a coffee machine in grocery stores, to manufacture what he calls "charlem" -- "Charleston engineered meat."

"It will be functional, natural, designed food," Mironov said. "How do you want it to taste? You want a little bit of fat, you want pork, you want lamb? We design exactly what you want. We can design texture.

"I believe we can do it without genes. But there is no evidence that if you add genes the quality of food will somehow suffer. Genetically modified food is already normal practice and nobody dies."

Dr. Mironov has taken myoblasts -- embryonic cells that develop into muscle tissue -- from turkey and bathed them in a nutrient bath of bovine serum on a scaffold made of chitosan (a common polymer found in nature) to grow animal skeletal muscle tissue. But how do you get that juicy, meaty quality?

Genovese said scientists want to add fat. And adding a vascular system so that interior cells can receive oxygen will enable the growth of steak, say, instead of just thin strips of muscle tissue.

Cultured meat could eventually become cheaper than what Genovese called the heavily subsidized production of farm meat, he said, and if the public accepts cultured meat, the future holds benefits.

"Thirty percent of the earth's land surface area is associated with producing animal protein on farms," Genovese said.

"Animals require between 3 and 8 pounds of nutrient to make 1 pound of meat. It's fairly inefficient. Animals consume food and produce waste. Cultured meat doesn't have a digestive system.

"Further out, if we have interplanetary exploration, people will need to produce food in space and you can't take a cow with you.

"We have to look to these ideas in order to progress. Otherwise, we stay static. I mean, 15 years ago who could have imagined the iPhone?"

Now, I know what you're thinking.

Okay, you're probably thinking: EEEEEAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!


I understand. But, over & above that, you're probably wondering how huge vats of artificial meat ties in with a career change for ol' Dick.

Well, let me tell you...

Now, I know the idea of vats of meat probably sound just a little too Soylent Green for most folks. But, given the nature of those puck shaped turds McDonalds sells by the truckload, would this really be all that bad? As Americans we accept a fairly large amount of plasticity in our food. In fact, we demand it. Why else would such an affluent country like ours continually chow down on fast food that has less nutritional value & visual appeal than a bowl of gruel?

Is it really all that important that our meat comes from an actual breathing animal? It's not like the average American meat eater actually slaughters his/her dinner. The majority of American carnivores toddle down to their local grocery store and buy a shrink wrapped hunk of something that bears absolutely no resemblance to an animal. Would it really make that much of a difference if their hunk of flesh is squirted out of a "meat dispenser?"

After all, what really matters is the taste. Since artificial flavoring is a quite exact science where anything can be made to taste like anything else, even to the point where "feces can be given the consistency & flavor of apple sauce," ensuring that bioreactor meat tastes at least as good as your average Big Mac shouldn't be a very large hurdle to overcome.

Which brings me to the career change part. I am envisioning a whole line of "flavored meats" to appeal to that "edgy" demographic that loves to be shocking even as it's co-opted by corporate America.
I want to be the fucking Ben & Jerry's of flavored meats.

I chose Ben & Jerry's as my business model primarily for their association with odd flavors, but I'm also attracted to their all inclusive hippy style ethos.
This hippy love thing will, I think, aid me in opening up what has been a traditionally shunned & imprisoned demographic group; namely cannibals. Imagine how easily we could reel those misunderstood guys & gals back into the human family & give them a great big warm hug of all-inclusive acceptance to go with their over-sized & steaming slab of freshly squirted long pig.
I'm quite proud to say that I think the days of the canniphobe are numbered.

The whole problem is funding. If I were your average run of the mill blogger, over obsessed with my own self importance & completely enamored of my own typed tweedlings, I would install a PayPal link & make a running attempt at wheedling "donations" from all of you.

As it stands, I have a better idea. As you know, I work at a facility that makes sure nature's little accidents get to live a nice long life in a creepy & dysfunctional adult daycare environment. While they may not learn the theory of relativity or, for that matter, how to remember to swallow their own spittle, they do learn, through the application of many different laxatives & enemas, how to shit in quantity.

Which brings me to this article & my envisioned funding source.

One day in 2008, Ruth, a Long Island teacher, walked into her doctor's office with a container of a relative's feces, lay down, and had her doctor pump the stool inside her. Ruth had been suffering for nearly two years with an intestinal infection called Clostridium difficile, which caused her to suffer from excruciating diarrhea. She had lost 20 pounds. Her hair was falling out. Friends asked if she had cancer.

Then she met Lawrence Brandt, a gastroenterologist at the Montefiore Medical Center in the Bronx who believed he had developed a procedure to cure people of recurrent c. diff infections: fecal transplant. Brandt has been inserting feces into his patients for a decade now and claims to be solving their problems nearly 100 percent of the time. If his method really works—and he's not the only doctor who believes that it does—then we may have found a viable, if weird, solution to a serious problem. C. diff infects 250,000 Americans each year and killed more than 20,000 from 1999 to 2004. (Researchers estimate that 13 out of every 1,000 patients admitted to a hospital will pick up the bug.) Antibiotics will always be the first response to such infections, but when those fail, a fecal transplant could be the next step. For Ruth, at least, the procedure was a godsend. "I'm cured," she said. "Period. End of story. Cured."

My God, is medical science great or what. Just imagine the number of c. diff sufferers I could help, at a nominally steep fee of course, gain their freedom from bondage while allowing a large group of amateur pants shitters to gain a modicum of professionalism, self respect & self sufficiency.

There is one small drawback though.

Doctors recommend that the fecal donor be someone close to the patient—a family member, perhaps, or a spouse. Scientists reason that when people live in close quarters, they are exposed to similar bacteria—good and bad—and are likely to have had a similar set of bacteria living in their guts before anyone got sick.

Luckily, there is a good old fashioned DIY ethos involved with some sufferers who may not want anyone's hands on their buttocks other than their own.

And then there's the do-it-yourself crowd. All you need is a bottle of saline, a 2-quart enema bag, and one standard kitchen blender. Mike Silverman, a University of Toronto physician who wrote up a guide to homespun fecal transplants for the journal Clinical Gastroenterology and Hepatology, says it's entirely safe to do the procedure this way, provided that a doctor gets involved at some point to screen the donor sample.

I'm hoping that the DIY-ers & their whole "fuck the experts" attitude will be an aid in convincing them that any poo will do.

I would really like some feedback on this. In the meantime, I'm going to start harvesting feces. I sure hope my wife doesn't mind shit filled jars cluttering up our refrigerator. Luckily, she's the understanding type.


ericswan said...

I suggest you go with "the freeze dry guy" what with the economy being what it is. Shi(PP)ing and storage is way cheaper with the dehydrated number 10 cans. But that doesn't address the issue at hand; your cry from the wilderness on your "oh whoa is me" situation of dried fecal matter caught in the short curlies of a butt crack gone wild.

This is the product that will set you free Richie and make you Rich, Rich and Richer. All you need is a pop bottle and access to tepid water. The water doesn't even have to meet EPA standards. It just needs to be wet. This product has an upside like no other. Not only will it solve your problem here, now, today, but you will need shades when you see the SHTF applications of tomorrow. We are talking the recyclable tp. Yes, I said it. Now go in peace my son.

just_another_dick said...

I tried the recycled TP angle E. Our motto was "Hey dumbfuck, it has TWO sides."

Never caught on though.

Don't know why exactly.

I suppose the squeamish little nancy boys couldn't get around touching the brown.

But seriously Eric, it's my feeling that if an array of laboratory meat squirters were in place in Tunisia & Egypt, they wouldn't be experiencing the food fear unrest that is consuming them.

Instead, they'd be too busy consuming my luscious mocha & caramel flavored meat sticks to be discontented.

I'm also envisioning kegs of meat that one could tap like a beer keg.
The more intrepid meat eater could just park himself under the tap & suck away.

There is a future for me here E, I know it.

ericswan said...

Charlie Heston would be the man to promote your stuff Richard. It's not like this isn't done in the real world. Afterall, fishfarms are known to feed chicken parts and waste to their charges.

And hu's to say what's in the food now. I suppose you might just bring your business plan around to a multi-national bank but make sure you go big because that's the only kind of cash they are willing to part with. You might dispense with further discussion on this subject. We wouldn't want to let the cat out of the bag. Not everyone comes up with world changing ideas and this is one of those.

Are you sure you just work there?

ericswan said...

Reuters) - Pimps will traffic thousands of under-age prostitutes to Texas for Sunday's Super Bowl, hoping to do business with men arriving for the big game with money to burn, child rights advocates said.

As the country's largest sporting event, the game between the Green Bay Packers and the Pittsburgh Steelers will make the Dallas-Fort Worth area a magnet for business of all kinds.

That includes the multimillion dollar, under-age sex industry, said activists and law enforcement officials working to combat what they say is an annual spike in trafficking of under-age girls ahead of the Super Bowl.

"The Super Bowl is one of the biggest human trafficking events in the United States," Texas Attorney General Greg Abbott told a trafficking prevention meeting in January.

Girls who enter the grim trade face a life of harsh treatment and danger, according to a Dallas police report in 2010. Few who emerge are willing to speak about it. Tina Frundt, 36, is an exception.

Now married and living in Washington D.C., Frundt was lured into sex work at 14 after she fell for a 24-year-old who invited her to leave home in 1989 and join his "family" in Cleveland, Ohio.

That family consisted of the man and three girls living in a motel. When Frundt declined on the first night to have sex with her boyfriend's friends they raped her.

"I was angry with myself for not listening to him, so the next night when he sent me out on the street and told me ... (to earn $500) I listened," she said in a telephone interview.

Frundt paced the streets for hours and finally got into a client's car.

When she came home in the morning with just $50, her pimp beat her in front of the other girls to teach them all a lesson and sent her back onto the street the next night with the warning not to return until she had reached the quota.

The scenario was repeated night after night as Frundt's pimp moved his stable across the Midwest. Any sign of rebellion led to further beatings. Escape seemed out of the question.

"I was a teenager in a strange town with no money and no place to go," she said. She finally escaped by getting arrested.


Up to 300,000 girls between 11 and 17 are lured into the U.S. sex industry annually, according to a 2007 report sponsored by the Department of Justice and written by the nonprofit group Shared Hope International.

Some 90 percent of runaways and children whose parents force them to leave home fall into the trade and are often beaten, drugged, raped or imprisoned to force compliance, said a section of the report which referred to Atlanta.

just_another_dick said...

"Are you sure you just work there?"

Sorry, but that's one of those "for me to know-for you to find out" scenarios.

I saw the bit on Super Bowl sex slaves.
Gee, what could be more American than celebrating your team's victory by pronging a 13 year old?

I wish I could say that was shocking.
I put little passed humans & their never ending search for self gratification.

Bigfoot said...

Hey Richard & co, after 3 years of fighting, my dad finally threw in the towel the other night. In the end he had no strength to clear the fluid congestion filling up his lungs, and basically drowned. Worst experience I've ever been through, unbearably painful, and utterly cruel. He was a very humble, good man. I wish this nightmare had never started. You were right Richard, sooner would've been better. All the best guys, stay well.
Cheers -bft.

ericswan said...

The time spent with loved ones stays with you time in, time out and next time around. Condolences to you yours BBF.