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"turbidity" poems
Preventing contamination, A constant challenge in cell culture. Contamination not only affects, The culture in question and, Costs time and money, But also endangers the reproducibility of results. No cell culture problem, Is as universal as that of culture loss Due to contamination. Generally, contamination may be separated, Into categories of microbial, And eukaryotic contamination. Examples of microbial contamination include: Bacteria (including Mycoplasma), Fungi and yeast; Eukaryotic contamination includes: Cross-contamination with other cell lines. Bacteria, yeast and fungi, The three more common types of contamination, But luckily these forms are often detectable, Under the microscope and, By visual cues, Like colour or turbidity changes in the medium. Mycoplasma is a small genus of bacteria, That lack a cell wall and for this reason, They remain unaffected by common antibiotics. They are also difficult to detect, With standard microscopes, Due to their size, about 0.1 μm in diameter, And the fact that they often attach to host cells. To prevent contamination, Use 70% ethanol for disinfecting, Equipment & surfaces, Related to cell culture. Sterile filter the media first, Before bringing to the lab. Fetal Bovine Serum, A potential source of contamination, Contains mycoplasma. Filter it at 0.1 μm, or, Gamma irradiate it. Aseptic technique, Necessary. The laboratory workers be the last, But not the least source of contamination. Teach them the ideal laboratory practices, To ensure asepticity in a laboratory.
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
Microbial Contamination & Ways of Preventing It
Preventing contamination, A constant challenge in cell culture. Contamination not only affects, The culture in question and, Costs time and money, But also endangers the reproducibility of results. No cell culture problem, Is as universal as that of culture loss Due to contamination. Generally, contamination may be separated, Into categories of microbial, And eukaryotic contamination. Examples of microbial contamination include: Bacteria (including Mycoplasma), Fungi and yeast; Eukaryotic contamination includes: Cross-contamination with other cell lines. Bacteria, yeast and fungi, The three more common types of contamination, But luckily these forms are often detectable, Under the microscope and, By visual cues, Like colour or turbidity changes in the medium. Mycoplasma is a small genus of bacteria, That lack a cell wall and for this reason, They remain unaffected by common antibiotics. They are also difficult to detect, With standard microscopes, Due to their size, about 0.1 μm in diameter, And the fact that they often attach to host cells. To prevent contamination, Use 70% ethanol for disinfecting, Equipment & surfaces, Related to cell culture. Sterile filter the media first, Before bringing to the lab. Fetal Bovine Serum, A potential source of contamination, Contains mycoplasma. Filter it at 0.1 μm, or, Gamma irradiate it. Aseptic technique, Necessary. The laboratory workers be the last, But not the least source of contamination. Teach them the ideal laboratory practices, To ensure asepticity in a laboratory.
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Grant me forgiveness. For my mouth had acted prematurely and erred. Acrid words my tongue can't retract. My lips quiver, pursed and scared. Grant me relief. For my ego had lunged. Fueled emotions that strayed. Sensible thoughts in mind that my heart had betrayed. Grant me strength and courage. Let the next morn's sun, illuminate the dark obstinacy of my heart. Allow this bitter turbidity to pass. So I could walk the hard road, to a brand new start.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
Forgiveness
. *"Quieten down... Release your anchor, and sink into bed."* ***"I can't... The whims of the world are much to heavy... For me not to bother."*** *"The weight of the world isn't yours to bear... It'll sort itself out, if only you'd give it time to spare..."* ***"But that's just it, isn't it? If only there's enough time for all of it to fit. The ******** truth is... there's never enough. There can never be for those built with edges so rough."*** *"Why are you so sure about something that has yet to happen? When future's sand has yet to be spilled, and its ink has yet to be written."* ***"Because that's just me. I am a being fraught with worry. You know that. It's the only way I can be ready. It's the only way I can be steady."*** *"Then allow me to keep you company. For I am you, as much as you are me. Till such time you eventually feel, that you're ready to retire and heal."* ***"Thank you... Your words comfort me much. I welcome you, to see me through this chaos in my head. I've severed the anchor... Let us sail to tranquillity, leave the turbidity in our wake. And replace it with peaceful dreams in its stead."*** ryn ryn .
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC
Collaboration with Myself
All birds of my heart were high in sudden curved of the azure sky where Enthusiasm and happiness flourishing directly in the magnificent immigration through dance of wind and wine.   Swirling and Swirling From north to south.   showing amazing absolutely, by exposing colorful long tails from earth to clouds where human’s eyes rarely can magnify How far? … Don’t remember exactly It was fire, water or turbidity dust of shapeless tornado in unexpected curved of the grey road that All birds of my heart …all birds of one type suddenly lost. I... Reluctant, morbid…feeling false I… in hours extend in duration of long time burn the  expectations as outcome, waiting for magnificent immigration may return them to their nest, on top of my heart.     maybe they die, maybe go far… nurturing and nourishing them a lot, how is it possible to stay without birds of height? while “Maybes” …has never grown any flower in any dust. while    while... the next immigration is not so far … birdies… Shall I see you again in the realm of my emotional yard?
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
All birds of my heart...
You thrive in my heart and mind as waves of life, go up and down no amount of gold in a chest needed to strengthen our bond by any kind As kids, each day had eventful moments things we had fun with streaks of silly happiness, added to life all flavors of spices and condiments Pulling each other's legs, on stupidity fighting, and racing on our cycles betting on idiotic facts and ideas but supporting each other , in life's turbidity We went our ways ahead molded ourselves in different worlds though separated by miles, we were just a call away hearing your voice, a simple reason to smile In those times, when things look so bleak clouds of trouble and confusion covers us not knowing where to strike, which door to knock you were there for me, not letting me feel weak The joy of success the urge to share, was always with you far, yet so near They say with time, people change, but I know you will value me our friendship, much more than any dime When this journey will end at the beach, watching the sun set silently, melting these life's memories I will be glad, that I had you all along as my precious friend
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
Cheers to you, my FRIEND !
If you check the forecast I bet you wouldn't figure that all of the people who were once starring in your life will later voluntarily accept a cameo role They'll cast the brotherhood right into the wind No matter the degree of the cordiality If you check the weather now the radar will predict clear skies Eventually there will be turbidity and heavy rainfall And a thunder storm that will send all of the forged people striking You'll be cold as hail But you'll rather be cold as hell Before you be hot as pandemonium surrounded by counterfeit persons So I encourage you to check your forecast before you cast your life with beings who's used to being trife or slight If they're unwilling to walk with you through your tight fog I will give you an insight Don't allow your eyes to precipitate Monitor your satellite And it's so SAD about life So you'll have to condense your map And don't allow everyone to make the legend
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Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 6:38 AM UTC
Satellite \SAD-e-līt\
Observable words turning in circles perfectly working affirmed in impermanence Serpents within swirls swerve in the verve curvature burned irksome turbidity skinned earnest Journal pearls quirked turpentine turbulence since worries serve nervousness the cure in spurts of churlishness
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
Hurly Burly
I live vividly without visibly having the ability to live willingly nor the versatility to fight your volatility. Unequivocally I believe in relativity but unofficially I use negativity as a means of self-sufficiency. Naturally I have a proclivity towards acting predictably when publicly judging turbidity. Additionally I hide in anonymity and indignantly ignore my epiphany of the asymmetry of unanimity. Shamefacedly I turn to your intricate dystrophy and observe the futility of my soliloquy. I can' find nobility in dying deliberately, but it shows efficiency in skimming humanity. Initially my hostility was untangible but it has suspiciously aquired solidity and is now intermittently sending signs of my eccentricity. My alkalinity is running low because surreptitiously the pungency has grown. I am undoubtedly peripheral to the society and irresistibly disposable in the industry of this idiosyncrasy.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC
Felicity Deficiency
Why is it so narrowed pupils? Why are your eyelids so black? For what such black socks So visible on the pale blue body? What nekoshenom steppes Dragged these tops? Whose feet walked on the stones? And in what stream were you looking for the bottom? He wore thorns and turnips. Who told you to walk in the woods? There were not enough ants in the house. With your pants on the floor climbed. Put on some warm socks, Drink cocoa and turn on the computer. On the Internet for people like you I write very much any turbidity.
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
Bottom search
Mayday , afternoon turbidity , aeolian dynamic flurry with cursory airborne splinter , tall tunic Pines release their last remnants of Winter , at the cusp of torrid June with wind-borne , whirling , stern delivery
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
Summer Delivery ...
It is a midsummer storm, and the air is textured like heavy cream warm and thick and sweet. It hasn't yet began to rain, and bare toes grasp clods of dust, the kind with root fibers tangled inside, and everything is keenly sensed: the smell, the taste, the touch, the sound of the wind and the warmth in this charged moment. It is impossible to not be humbled before these grey clouds, massive structures that remind you of the roiling turbidity of silt at the bottom of a river, freshly disturbed by a fish's tail - except these grey giants, these clouds feel infinitely large. Humbled, yes. And powerful: the little human on the parched earth feels vigor pumping through veins, a feeling typically beyond recollection that is difficult to trace to its source. Where is this power flowing from? Not from some deluded sense that this small mammal could shift a single bead of moisture in the sky, no; where is this power flowing to? Its effect is . . . unplanned, it is spontaneous in nature, even though it feels so rooted that no-one, certainly not you, could move it. This power? The source is invisible, the fate uncertain. The purpose? Take note. This is faith: to be so confronted by reality that your inner monologue forgets to stay in a continuous loop; at last, you hear your part in a greater melody; to concentrate on something outside the ceiling of your skull. Reality will only be itself. Either project your attention outwards to trust the truth, or blind yourself with anxiety. The power you feel inside the storm does not belong to you, it belongs to the Greater Picture. But, the choice is always yours: hide away, or raise your face. the rain begins to fall.
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Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
Praise.
It is a midsummer storm, and the air is textured like heavy cream warm and thick and sweet. It hasn't yet began to rain, and bare toes grasp clods of dust, the kind with root fibers tangled inside, and everything is keenly sensed: the smell, the taste, the touch, the sound of the wind and the warmth in this charged moment. It is impossible to not be humbled before these grey clouds, massive structures that remind you of the roiling turbidity of silt at the bottom of a river, freshly disturbed by a fish's tail - except these grey giants, these clouds feel infinitely large. Humbled, yes. And powerful: the little human on the parched earth feels vigor pumping through veins, a feeling typically beyond recollection that is difficult to trace to its source. Where is this power flowing from? Not from some deluded sense that this small mammal could shift a single bead of moisture in the sky, no; where is this power flowing to? Its effect is . . . unplanned, it is spontaneous in nature, even though it feels so rooted that no-one, certainly not you, could move it. This power? The source is invisible, the fate uncertain. The purpose? Take note. This is faith: to be so confronted by reality that your inner monologue forgets to stay in a continuous loop; at last, you hear your part in a greater melody; to concentrate on something outside the ceiling of your skull. Reality will only be itself. Either project your attention outwards to trust the truth, or blind yourself with anxiety. The power you feel inside the storm does not belong to you, it belongs to the Greater Picture. But, the choice is always yours: hide away, or raise your face. the rain begins to fall.
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Swelling water Pours heaviness of limbs To the swallow of sleep. Rain-water fingertips Dampen the sheets, Moisten cigarette papers. A tobacco spire Breaks the clouds of my teeth, Announcing holy fog In respiration. The sun drowns at 4pm In a pool of deadened leaves Choking bubbles of light Through eternal perspiration of winter. Liquid abyss soothes the sky. I rain until morning.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
Turbidity
It’s November And everything I feel within Is what I see around, The coalescing fog, The turbidity of clouds, Coldness enveloping itself again, Before the trees; wilting leaves bow, As I stand there, I feel understood, It’s November, Hence I am not alone in the woods
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Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 1:02 PM UTC
November
The essence of wit is brevity which interestingly evinces chivalry delivered verdict to hex **** size (once and for all) president dons mantle of deviltry and trumps constitutional credo defining American elementary particular edicts denoting, enshrining, framing, grand honorable inalienable rights when foolhardy lobbyists prevail evicting execrable“enemy” i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal) which subsequently might help timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones in opposition against rabidly power hungry, misogynistic courting among the body politik fostering future feverish fortuity, toward risking life and limb sans Uncle Sam selfless gratuity (especially as Benjamin Button syndrome – reverses aging process acquired thru heredity gets in full swing) stamping mindset nonestablishmentarian identity with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy permission to go ahead with jocularity from a superstar coach named Kennedy thereby garnering homespun liberty where icon bank on direct laudable, linkedin longevity with unrolled Scottish grandeur (Pomp and Circumstance broadcast) synchronized with precise unrolled welcome mat yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree as curtain call doth close toward final decade of mortality yet dismiss bing hash-tagged a scofflaw at any opportunity especially if legislated mandate earmarked as priority in tandem with the key quality apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity as the hands of father time spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward away from present day turbidity increasing revanchism uber victory.
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
Light Lettered Laughter
The essence of wit is brevity which interestingly evinces chivalry delivered verdict to hex **** size (once and for all) president dons mantle of deviltry and trumps constitutional credo defining American elementary particular edicts denoting, enshrining, framing, grand honorable inalienable rights when foolhardy lobbyists prevail evicting execrable“enemy” i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal) which subsequently might help timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones in opposition against rabidly power hungry, misogynistic courting among the body politik fostering future feverish fortuity, toward risking life and limb sans Uncle Sam selfless gratuity (especially as Benjamin Button syndrome – reverses aging process acquired thru heredity gets in full swing) stamping mindset nonestablishmentarian identity with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy permission to go ahead with jocularity from a superstar coach named Kennedy thereby garnering homespun liberty where icon bank on direct laudable, linkedin longevity with unrolled Scottish grandeur (Pomp and Circumstance broadcast) synchronized with precise unrolled welcome mat yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree as curtain call doth close toward final decade of mortality yet dismiss bing hash-tagged a scofflaw at any opportunity especially if legislated mandate earmarked as priority in tandem with the key quality apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity as the hands of father time spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward away from present day turbidity increasing revanchism uber victory.
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The hungry and the the hunted The visions we never see The fleet and fastidious The ones terminally ill in turbidity Where flare the hearts synchronize The words form meek and criticize But they wind up wounded Not even dead . . . the included are excluded The complex complicity swirling The truth comes down a barreling All around occupies deep inside the place Drains the tears he's had to learn to face Now he leans upon the crutch the vacuum of years Looking into the mirror Peers into the face Petrified he is bound left standing out of place He has no answers Just the dismay found upon his face Desperate for a reason why But nothing comes near nor nye just the image of the fossil in his eye
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Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022 at 10:02 PM UTC
The Fossil