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so silent that it has feedback

This Protein Poem was written without a pre-conceived theme.  While the topic of conversation was known, the goal was to allow the poem to move towards a different theme.  Learn more about Protein Poems here. i don't know your thoughts, your audio think would not tell. already girls and boys of America talk about everything ...

Process Art, a Dish Best Practiced Cold: Cell Stories Update 4

What do mitochondria and stories have in common? Read how we continue to hone several cellular processes into a cohesive process that generates a story. This week we discuss the latest developments of our newest piece, Cell Stories.

I Thought We Were Supposed to Talk about Other Things

Disappointed portrait supposed talk about other things the truth is getting it covered up

Update Number Three – Cellular Stories & Communication

This last weekend, for the second time, we held a pilot test of Cellular Stories; the first test we practiced creating plot points from conversation transcripts, this test we did that and practiced creating characters - since, you know, a story without any characters isn’t much of a story.

There’s Always a Secret in the Nucleus (Part 2)

This is Part 2 in a story based off the potential of using DNA to store information. Written by Winston Myers and Chris Weihert. The clock seemed to tick for hours, though only minutes had passed. Ferris didn't want to rush the DNA polymerization and risk ruining the sample. He needed to know what all that extra DNA meant, and that required patience. Ring! Brrrring! The sample finished duplicating. The chime reminded him of his hunger pangs. The cardio-epigentesis procedure required an empty stomach, a fact his body hadn't forgotten. Earlier, Ferris replicated the operation on himself, due to the ineptitude of his personal robotic assistant, M1K. He had to know what The Man in the Gray Suit was after.

There’s Always a Secret in The Nucleus, Part I

Ferris looked at the dataDNA tube, the 21st one he’d received. These messages from his parents were more frequent earlier in his life. But seven years passed since the last one. He still couldn't even figure out where they were sending the tubes from.

Where the Whiteboard Ends: Developing Cellular Stories, a New Process Art Piece

This article discusses the method of creating a new Organic Helicopter process piece, Cellular Stories. Our first piece was Protein Poems - a method that creates a poem from a conversation in a manner similar to how proteins are created from RNA and DNA (read some here). We recently gathered around a table, surrounded ourselves with Lonestar and whiteboards (and Lonestar) to expand this model into something new. Instead of creating a poem, we strove to create a complete story. This new process is named Cellular Stories.

…And Running! An expansion of Organic Helicopter and Protein Poems

It's been almost 6 years since Organic Helicopter began teaching how proteins are made from DNA, by making poems from conversation. We wanted to build upon the old idea of a couple of kooky liberal arts students doing progressively austere performance art. This meant that we had to turn pro and after more than six months of planning, we have purchased our own domain. Now we are putting out content to keep science and multidisciplinary discussions approachable while playing with the ideas in a different way than sites like (don't get me wrong, they're freaking awesome and I don't even want to compete). The next step was clear: to generate full stories from conversations vis-a-vis Protein Poems. Our new piece would be dubbed Cellular Stories.

They Fell Together: Earthen Monsters and Martian Volcano

I watched the flashes erupt from the distant red rock above, a constant for as long as our Leaf-Eater kin ruled the land. The red glow hung in the sky and served as a reminder in the night; that separation a surety to my people's’ survival. It happened there, the burning and the flames. I knew that we Leaf-Eaters didn't want the fires here.


A Protein Poem (2017) Prometheus, Was a skunk, Banging each, Beatle and morse code on there, It's out there. You don't have language but pictures, The record, that, Accumulation of everything achieved, It's out there. Playing on radio frequencies, you can draw, more about space then the ocean, bang noises, It's out there. How out ...