Help is needed !!!

What could result if you mix a mosquito, an orange, and a DVD (insect DNA, plus fruit DNA, plus digital information (digital images, digital codes, digital sounds)?
How could it look like ?
What properties could it have?

I would like to see what your imagination can create, could you share it with me?

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This is what genomics is all about.

Otro uso? que tal la creación de obras artísticas, ¿quién lo diría?, para qué? por qué utilizar una tecnología como esta para crear una pieza de arte? Tal vez, sólo como una forma de despertar el interés por un tema tan trascendental; ahí está la hermosa Alba para atestiguarlo: http://www.ekac.org/bionews.html
http://www.ekac.org/gfpbunny.html
... bueno, en realidad ya no está :(
http://www.wired.com/medtech/health/news/2002/08/54399,

Pero es un hecho que estuvo, y que la polémica se creó fue bastante, aunque creo que a mí me pasó de noche :S Lo importante es que estuvo para confirmarlo, ... y ahora tenemos a los green glowing mices: http://www.aec.at/takeover/update/showtopiclong.asp?ID=119 y otras green-glowing species, definitivamente ahora el cielo es el límite...

Pablo Neruda

(http://amediavoz.com/neruda.htm)

Porque encontró las palabras a tantas sensaciones, porque vivió y nos ha hecho vivir locuras de amor, pasión, nacionalismo, y sensaciones que en esta vida, tal cual ha sido no han existido.

SED DE TI

Sed de ti me acosa en las noches hambrientas.
Trémula mano roja que hasta su vida se alza.
Ebria de sed, loca sed, sed de selva en sequía.
Sed de metal ardiendo, sed de raíces ávidas......

Por eso eres la sed y lo que ha de saciarla.
Cómo poder no amarte si he de amarte por eso.
Si ésa es la amarra cómo poder cortarla, cómo.
Cómo si hasta mis huesos tienen sed de tus huesos.
Sed de ti, guirnalda atroz y dulce.
Sed de ti que en las noches me muerde como un perro.
Los ojos tienen sed, para qué están tus ojos.

La boca tiene sed, para qué están tus besos.
El alma está incendiada de estas brasas que te aman.
El cuerpo incendio vivo que ha de quemar tu cuerpo.
De sed. Sed infinita. Sed que busca tu sed.
Y en ella se aniquila como el agua en el fuego.

PabloNeruda

Michael Bublé – LOST Lyrics

the video in Youtube
I can’t believe it’s over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the writing that was on the wall
If I only knew
The days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying

Summer turned to winter
And the snow, it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
I hardly recognize the girl you are today
And God I hope it’s not too late
It’s not too late
‘Cause you are not alone
I’m always there with you
And we’ll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
‘Cause when you feel like you’re done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you’re not lost
When your world's crashing down
And you can’t bear to thought
I said, babe, you’re not lost

Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you’ve gone crazy
But you’re not
Though things have seemed to change
There’s one thing that’s still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly fly fly away

‘Cause you are not alone
I am there with you
And we’ll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
When you feel like you’re done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you’re not lost
When your world's crashing down
And you can't bear the thought
I said, baby, you’re not lost



--just because I felt so much better after i listened this song for the first time (after having a big dissapontment) --
and also because Bublé is a sweethearth



That's life
[Recorded by Frank Sinatra on October 18, 1966, Hollywood]

That's life (that's life), that's what all the people say
You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June

I said that's life (that's life), and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life (that's life), I tell you I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life (that's life), that's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothin' shakin' come this here July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die

My, my!


Bublé's version at Amazon.com