Orchid Seed Pod

​#OrchidSeeds 

Came out after running this morning to an open (partially) seed pod! In this video, I open it up all the way and you can see the MILLIONS of seeds contained within. How ever, orchids seeds are naked and created without their own nutrition or defense mechanism. They are meant to blow around the forest until landing by chance on a surface, usually a tree trunk or branch, that already has the proper fungus that will support and protect the growth of the seed into a plant. Most orchids for sale are propagated in sterile settings using flasks and nutrient mixes. Unfortunately, I completely waste these millions of seeds by sprinkling them all over the mother plant, hoping by some small chance she has kept a supply of that particular fungus nearby. I WAS gonna join the local orchid society this past spring so they could help me find a place to flask them, but my antisocial nature kept me away. Maybe next time 👻 Thanks for reading. #plants #orchids #botany #fungus #nature #seeds #pollination #flasking

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Sweeney Todd

I love love love this Sondheim musical! My parents and I would watch the VHS recording of a version starring Angela Lansbury as Ms. Lovett.  When they made the movie starring Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham-Carter, I was so thrilled! An updated way to enjoy some of the best scores ever written!  Dude, even Borat is in it – and he’s great!  I was just thinking this, and needed to share.  I’m listening to the soundtrack now. 💜

Popcorn Orchids


When I was growing up, my Popo grew orchids. On one side of the house were the giant yellow Oncidium “Popcorn” orchids.  On the other side was the screen house with numerous Cattleya and Anthurium.  She hung old nylon stockings full of chicken manure in the screen house for fertilizing. 

The popcorn flowers were grown along with the red torch ginger with one purpose.  To decorate graves.  And it seemed that whenever the holidays or Memorial Day would come along, there would always be plenty of flowers to use. 

I have fond morning memories of my Popo misting her orchids with a hose spray every morning while listening to Hawaiian music and smoking cigarettes.  And she put a LOT of evaporated milk in her instant coffee too… us grandkids learned early on how to use the pump pot to make her coffee, and the lighter to help light the cigarettes.  I liked tasting the coffee after making it and feeling all grown up.  

Her kitchen was painted yellow and overlooked the Oncidium.  

have I run away from grief for 19 years?

this is my question for the doc today:

I went upstairs to look through some boxes. 1. art supplies 2. diaries/sketchbooks I’ve been meaning to go through to find evidence of past depressions/ruminations that exist in my memory

1. found – check! now I have more clutter to go through downstairs.
2. found – check! some of the things I found in here were really inspiring… some really good art. some really good poetry and prose. huh. i should try more of that.

3. surprise find! a previously locked box of memorabilia. I don’t even care how it became unlocked. inside were pins! yay! I’ll wear them today. some smoking paraphernalia, cigarette cases, zippos and the like. 4 pocket-watches that never worked, but are pretty. a bunch of tin containers, one of which contained the below picture of my late dad and our late dog, Luna. Fuck man! I’m crying again typing about it.

Now, maybe it’s weird that one picture could send me in the emotional direction with such force! as it did. Or maybe it’s weird that I have NO, repeat, ZERO pictures of my beloved and much-missed father up in my house; I never have. Or maybe it’s weird that I have not once gone to visit his grave… it’s within a mile of my current job, as well as the college I attended after his death – 19 YEARS AGO!

Okay, now I know I smoke pot. And sometimes I drink beer. But only now did I realize that I don’t think I’ve properly grieved for the loss of my father.

*long pause*

I never know where to begin. He died from a massive heart attack while walking up the stairs of Aloha Stadium to attend my high school graduation. 1998.

I had been smoking pot pretty regular already at this point. Drinking, drugs, sex. That all started in 93. Found some evidence in one of the ‘ole sketchbooks up there today. It’s actually pretty eye-opening what an insecure and vulnerable little kid I was out there, doing the things that we did.

of course, i cried when I realized the man i was marrying would never meet my dad in this life. I bawled when I understood that my daughter would never meet him. i MISS him.

I dunno. maybe i’ve grieved in my own ways. it just felt really raw today, seeing his face. I’m okay though.

New plants from recent show

Went to the recent Kunia Orchid Association show and picked out a few new plants.  Re-named by Vee for our collection. 


Upsy Plumsy

Den. Little Atro


Vanessa 

Epidendrum Miracle Valley ‘Aiko’


Candy Stripes

Phal. Taida King’s Caroline ‘Taida Little Zebra’