Thursday, February 28, 2013

wet snow



Another pile of wet snow fell on Montreal yesterday. It's a good idea to wear rubber boots.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Monday, February 25, 2013

end of road, another beginning



When Lohbado reached the end of the road, a new beginning flowed out of the beautiful sky.

Friday, February 22, 2013

typical

Why did somebody scratch the poster?

typical store

typical windows

Lohbado went for a typical walk around the block, up Kent to Cote des Neiges, to Dollar C and back. He enjoyed looking at typical things on a typical day in a typical city, nothing fancy.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

snowy day in Montreal



Jean Talon market
keep your eyes open
It was snowing again this morning. Lohbado got cabin fever in Cote des Neiges, so took a metro ride to Jean Talon market and bought two sacks of rolled oats, 20 % off at one of the stores. Lohbado ate oat porridge every morning for breakfast.

The market looked like a ghost town, or some scene from the arctic, with snow blowing around. Lohbado saw a huge poster of a woman with her eyes wide open.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The Miracle of Marvin Monro

Marvin, by Lohbado



Marvin Monro took pride in his good looks. Every morning he spent fifteen-minutes combing his thick, shiny brown hair, in front of the full length mirror in his bedroom. Then he would take a shave, starting with his jaw, then moving down to his chest and finishing with the armpits. He did his pubic hair with a pair of scissors. He was thirty years old and still attractive enough to earn a living as a model. 

One day a crisis happened when a fellow model, Dork Ladle made a vanity-wounding snide remark about a mole on Marvin’s right cheek. The mole mysteriously appeared one morning when Marvin got up to admire his body. He suffered agonizing hours over that mole. The dermatologist refused to remove it. He was too busy for such trifles.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Lohbado Cartoon



drawings by Lohbado

Three drawings from Lohbado's sketchbook.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

doodle dog

a Lohbado doodle
how do you feel

Sometimes it's fun to doodle in a notebook while enjoying a cup of coffee. So on a scale of 1 to 10, how do you feel? I was thinking about the lively dogs of the far north, sled dogs of all shapes and sizes.


For a year, Lohbado used the motor-vehicle section of a newspaper to cover the shiny, greasy table top in Lumpies Donuts. Sometimes he spilled coffee on it.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

happy crow

crow from Lohbado's sketchbook

Crazy weather, especially south of the border, tons of snow coming down. Montreal got off easy compared to other places, like Hartford, Boston or New York.

When winter starts to feel heavy and long, one sometimes has to make an effort to stay cheerful. Lohbado, to lift his spirits, would gaze upwards at the trees. He got to know the crows on his street. They exuded passion, hopping around branches, gliding down to clean up garbage, or sitting around socializing. Sometimes those trees turn into bird cafes.

Friday, February 8, 2013

stormy weather

might as well smile
enjoy flowers along the way



Might as well smile and enjoy flowers along the way. Another snow storm hit the east. Montreal got its fair share of snow and wind, Xtreme weather this winter.

Monday, February 4, 2013

he tried to eat himself


Tony ate himself to prove he could outdo Jesus. He would go one better. Jesus asked his followers to eat his flesh and drink his blood. Instead of asking others to eat his body, Tony tried to eat himself.

For nearly six months Lohbado rented a room in a rooming house. Tony lived down the hall. The place was oppressive, low ceilings, narrow hallways, closet sized apartments, poor air circulation, the smell of rot. The slum lord made a lot of money off that building. Tony went manic one night and tried to eat himself. He shouted and knocked over things. The granny across the hall eventually called the police. They strapped him to a stretcher and injected sedative and took him to the psychiatric ward. 

Lohbado moved out the next day. He couldn’t stand it anymore. 

Sunday, February 3, 2013

sandwich club


Lohbado sometimes ate sandwiches at the sandwich club. He loved tuna and cheese sandwiches, with a dill pickle on the side. Egg sandwiches tended to be mushy and the turkey sometimes was a bit stale, so he mostly ate tuna or cheese sandwiches.

Friday, February 1, 2013

rest



Rest in peace, rest, resting, restless, restaurant... occurred against a backdrop of stress, worry, speed, sloppiness, fuzzy-headedness. Lohbado went in, sat down to a plate of spaghetti and a cup of coffee. He sat still, in the silence and enjoyed the spacious afternoon. Stress, worry and vanity concerns dissolved for a few minutes.

His beautiful little peaceful experience crumbled when the waitress spilled coffee on the table cloth while pouring him a refill. Actually, he didn't really care. He sopped it up with a paper napkin. It was quite unspectacular. The coffee-soaked napkin looked beautiful and felt warm and soft under his fingertips. As it cooled, he thought of how his body would get cold after it became a corpse. He certainly didn't expect to live forever. There were only so many plates of spaghetti a Lohbado could eat during one lifetime.