Showing posts with label Ikebana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ikebana. Show all posts

Build Me Up Buttercup

Despite the stereotypical view of the Japanese being short – they are actually the same average height as the French (wee-wee, monsieur)—Japan is home to a flower with the world’s longest genome.

I know – it sounds impressive. I thought it was something dirty, too. But then I realized I had no idea what the heck it meant. So I looked it up. Just for us. Now we can all seem a little bit smarter than the rest of the non-Wonderful Rife readers. They’re all idiots.

The Japanese flower – the Paris Japonica is the beautiful flower up here on the left. In an article released in September or October of 2010, the canopy flower, also known as the Kinugasaso, is a species of the genus Paris in the family Melanthiaceae – and has a genome with about 150 billion base pairs – that’s about 50 times larger than humans and gaijin (foreigners in Japan).

Because all organisms have cells – we share a common denominator with plants. Each cell has a nucleus, and each nucleus contains DNA (Deoxyribonucleic acid)Humans are supposed to have 46 chromosomes in our cells... the DNA in our cells would stretch out to 2 metres.

But the Paris Japoinica has 150 billion base pairs of DNA per cell, and is the largest genome of any plant... and if you were to stretch the DNA from a single cell, it would be over 100 meters long – which would be taller than Big Ben, the famed British tower in London, England.

This doesn’t mean that the flower is more complex than us... well, it does, but in a somewhat dangerous way that I’ll save for a few paragraphs.

The genomes contained within the plant – well, most of the DNA is actually called non-coding DNA. It means that the DNA in the plant is not used to create skin, hair, eyes or brain or even leaves and flowers. It’s multiples of repeated DNA sequences.

It’s not more intelligent or more complex than a human being. It just has extra DNA that isn’t really related to the overall structure of the plant. So what does the extra long genome mean?

Here’s the kicker: When it comes to cell division, because of the amount of DNA that needs to be copied, it takes a heck of a lot of time relative to a human being or other organisms on this plant. This plant is not an annual. It is unable to grow its cells fast enough to produce a plant, a flower and a seed in one year, and for that reason, it is known as a perennial.

What it does mean is that it takes a lot longer to replicate. It’s a scientific fact that organisms with long genomes like the Paris Japonica, well, they are predisposed to have a greater risk of extinction.

It also means that people are going to need to look after these plants to ensure they have enough time to replicate, because they are not a quick-to-adapt species.

Here’s some info about the plant. It will flower in July – sometimes every year. The white flower (see photo) sits above a base of eight leaves and thrives best in a cool, humid or shady place. Hmmm... stupid science... cool or humid? Which one? I guess the sub-alpine area of Japan is best for it.

And because I feel the need to blind you all with science, when the Paris Japonica flower became the genome leader, it did so by besting the marbled lungfish, which only had 130 billion base pairs.

As mentioned, the Paris Japonica is the plant with the largest genome size... but since it’s crowning achievement as having the largest genome, a few other organisms have been found to have larger ones – like the current record holder, Polychaos dubium, a freshwater ambeoid (real close to an amoeba) which has 670 billion base pairs of DNA.

Somewhere glad I can achieve orgasm faster than these organisms can replicate,
Andrew Joseph
Today’s title is by The Foundations: It’s a cute song, and I’m sure you all know it: GENOME.
PS: Why this title and not the Thomas Dolby song: She Blinded Me With Science - well... Build Me Up Buttercup and Foundation all mean (in my mind) building blocks of life - DNA. I'm saving Thomas Dolby for later.

San Francisco

True story.
Sometimes I like to buy flowers for my apartment. It's to make it look nicer, and to make it smell like something other than my chili con carne or my farts (I mentioned chili).
I don't spend a fortune - maybe Y1000 ($10), but for that amount I get a large bouquet of mixed flowers.
You might have thought that I might be buying flowers to either give to a girl or to impress them by being in touch with my feminine side. Nope. It was purely selfish - I just wanted my place to look better. If it happened to get me laid, that was merely an innocent byproduct of having a nice smelling apartment, a winning personality, great hair, a super sexy body and no ego.
Anyhow, on one particular evening, some of the ladies from my Ohtawara International Friendship Association night school English class came over to give me a birthday present. It was very thoughtful of them but completely unnecessary. And who told them it was my birthday soon? Probably me. Okay... so maybe I have a little bit of an ego.
Upon entering, all four of them immediately told me my place smelled wonderful and that they could hardly smell my farts. Even better they did it in English. Man, I'm a great English teacher!
Walking further into my place they saw my flower arrangement sitting on my dining room table for two. Okay... rather than use a vase, I had a 6-inch by 4-inch metal plate that was covered in spikes - it's so you can impale the bottom of a stem onto it to hold a flower upright. The plate is placed in a shallow dish with water covering it.I had placed my 10 flowers in some sort of mishmash that looked good to this 26-year-old man's eyes.
All of them asked me if I had taken ikebana classes to learn how to do it, each swearing that I am very skilled.
Ikebana is the Japanese art of flower arranging that I have apparently mastered without having to learn anything.
Apparently people take these classes for years and years and years to achieve the same result as myself after a mere two-minutes - 90 seconds of which was spent looking for a bandage after I stuck my finger on several metal spikes that while able to hold up a flower stem, also do an admirable job on my ikebana master green thumb.

Somewhere mastering all of the Japanese arts,
Andrew Joseph
Today's title is brought to you by Scott McKenzie - FLOWERSINYOURHAIR.
PS: No... I'm sure I wasn't an ikebana master. Rather I'm sure what I witnessed was the Japanese ability to lie in a nice, convincing manner to make this homesick boy feel better about everything in Japan. And you know what? It worked. I love Japan because it is a wonderful rife.