dancing ladies, tired eyes.

sometimes i break down and buy an orchid that is already blooming. i guess i feel that there's less merit in buying a blooming orchid as opposed to cultivating one myself. on the other hand, if it is the flowers that are to be enjoyed, and not only the cultivating process, there's certainly no less merit in the former.
i love both.

this is an oncidium sweet sugar 'yellow king.' these orchids are commonly called 'dancing lady' orchids because of the flowers' resemblance of skirted ladies dancing. it seems this particular dance would include a lot of spinning.

this is a song i've been listening to a lot lately. it's one of my favorites:

Sisters and brothers,
We have surely lost our way.
In strip malls full of cancer,
And a pathetic rain.
And lover, sweet lover
Please don't discipline your hands.
Just kiss me in the morning,
In your dirtiest pants.

We will find our way.

We will find our way.

There is beauty in this land,
But i don't often see it.
There is beauty in this land,
But i don't often feel it.

Pimples are flowers,
Musicians are cowards!
Let's argue in the kitchen,
For hours and hours.
Tomorrow is a travesty,
Tomorrow should be ours.

The soldiers with their specialists
And the pigs with their guns cannot stop,
The lost ones and
the desparate ones and
the driven ones.

The soldiers with their cigarettes
And the pigs with their guns cannot stop,
The lonesome ones and
the desparate ones and
the smart ones.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.

So come on friends,
To the barricades again.

We will find our way.

We will find our way.


"When we finally cross the barricades
With the angels on our side
When we finally deny all the popular laws
When we finally let doubt and worry die

How will it feel?"

- excerpt from "The Triumph of Our Tired Eyes," by A Silver Mt. Zion