Archive for the ‘Orchids’ Category

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with orchids. It is in the nature of certain people (ahem) never to be satisfied, which — depending on the context — can be a curse or a blessing. For example, I just finished a very delicious chocolate cupcake with chocolate frosting (but not too sweet!) and […]


In which Dealth Culture at Sea* is a light that turns to blue. *Since there seem to be a few new folks stopping by here, a note of explanation: I used to play in an indie-rock band called Saturnine, and this — i.e., Death Culture at Sea — is my new ‘band,’ consisting of me, […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with orchids. The truth is often painful and difficult to acknowledge, particularly when there’s no way to change it. Those who try to deny this do so at great cost. If you ignore what’s ugly about life, how can you possibly see the beauty?


In which The Gay Recluse becomes sad and nervous, yet tries to remain hopeful. Today we were talking to our mother, who was telling us how disappointed she is in some of her old (in every sense) friends who are voting for McCain. When she pressed them as to why, all they could offer was […]


In which The Gay Recluse bemoans the state of the union. For as long as we can remember, our mother has (like us) been a bleeding-heart liberal, while our father has been a Republican asshole. They’ve been married almost 55 years. But then a few months ago, she told us that he was supporting Obama. […]


On Orchids

13Jun08

In which The Gay Recluse admires orchids. Orchids have a reputation for being “difficult” plants, which is one reason we love them. We always feel a little sad to see them on display in office buildings, knowing that as soon as the blooms begin to show a little fatigue, the entire plant will almost certainly […]


On Beatrice

16Nov07

When the russet hues of the setting sun stream through our western window, as happened today, it is quite possible to imagine Beatrice in the distorted, filtered light, contemplative and hovering as if she were still there, peering into the distance, longing for something to take her away. The first time we saw her, however, […]