somehow these two yeasts feel that they must hold on to their roots and not change; but they can’t resist for long; they will be forced to yield ! Continue reading Dois leveduras idoso
Eu sou glicose.
I am glucose
Eu tenho mais energia.
I have a lot of energy
As pessoas gostam muito.
people like me
Eu dou a vida para você,
I give life to you
e também para a alevedura.
and to yeast as well.
~ Continue reading “meu doce pequeno amigo”
[How does the yeast know.
When and where to close its boundary.
I shall always wonder.
Often nature is attributed
To a random process.
Yet, it functions.
As though it has a heart
Of its own.] Continue reading “Closing ones borders and other such things…”
our dear dear yeast,
in the forests of Amazon,
would deliver this fantastic
new Continue reading Maybe, one day
Yesterday I felt what is it to be disabled.
You see I was working at the anaerobic work station.
What is that contraption you may ask.
For many a time, many others and I,
Have been in search of a place,
Where oxygen lacks its presence,
So that we can conduct our experiments,
In its absence.
} Continue reading “Knowing you my dear oxygen”
The roads are the divergence point in the phylogenetic tree ca. 200 Mya ago.
(Robert Frost’s original poem is some what different)
Is it possible to have an immortal yeast, just like a HeLA cell ?
What happens to mitochondria in industrial yeast strains ?
If yeasts are perennially fermenting in open industrial vats, is it not expensive for the cells to invest energy in genes that it may never use ?