Orchids and Rorty

This was the picture mail I received today. He posed without having to be bribed.

After years of gardening and tending to numerous different kinds of plants and flowers, I have finally found a kind that doesn’t die when I set my eyes upon it, Orchids.  This new revelation along with the OCD characteristic of my personality, has sparked my interests to include creating a certain ambiance in our home.  So far, so good!

A yellow feeling came over me this morning while inspecting my orchids; a feeling I have been lacking since the beginning of 2012.  Could be due to the fact that the long weekend offset all my schoolwork so I’m not up to my ears today like a typical Tuesday.  Or perhaps, the orchids have just merely distracted me by reminding me of the philosopher Richard Rorty.  I read one of his books a year ago and recall his fascination with wild orchids and couldn’t help but draw a parallel.  Then of course, my mind went round and round like a true philosopher.  It’s the experience one has when they consider all the options and ponder the pros and cons….. one might end up losing some sleep.

My loss of sleep is no longer caused by “Truth Without Correspondence to Reality” but rather the anxiety of not having enough hours in one day and possibly a certain 2 year old  [(Not to mention Sgt. Pepper) wink*wink].

It turns out, as mentioned last year by my sister, there are numerous Orchid Festivals.  Apparently this year, I’m interested!  :)  I’m hoping to be able to fit one into my schedule, that is if my studies allow it.

P.S. I love fuchias too.

Bugging Out

The bloggy had an encounter with some bugs, the result… a new look.

I was able to redirect them, however, I was unable to stop them from finding a new host. My brain is now in need of a RAM upgrade.

 

May the F=ma be with you.

Triple Quarky

There are times when one dislikes who they are,

wishing perhaps on a star,

to change their shape or form,

or perhaps from whom they were born.

To some this might seem strange,

to others, only the need to rearrange.

But is this really odd or out of character for matter?

to merely desire for your glass to shatter?

Afterall, flavors change, neutrinos oscillate, quarks morph,

and the large blinding object in the day’s sky, is merely a yellow dwarf.

It’s no wonder why everything is triple quarky.

[(Dedicated to a certain quarky butterfly.)]

Physi Blues

My typical early Friday morning mile journey on campus was too long today, or was it too short?

Somehow the walk created some mind controversy… too much can be thought in such a short time and yet it often takes too much time to think things over.  And I must not forget the things that need to be practiced over and over before they can even be thought.

My thoughts often turn me into an octopus with tentacles spread, stretched and tangled in every which way.  Sometimes…. I really wish I were one.  The ability to withstand such intense pressures and to slip a tentacle lined with suction cups around a certain prey sounds invigorating.  I’d probably push my luck and attempt eight at a time.  Then again, an octopus would make one awesome multitasker with a dense brain!