The boss looked at Lohbado. The boss had few interests other than to get what he wanted. He loved feeling power. It compensated for the lack of passion in his life. In revenge against those who enjoyed life, he could impose regulation. He took pleasure in creating stress and disappointment among his underlings.
Monday, March 25, 2013
You me he she personality, the essence, show me, he she, us, them self other for me against me, look in the mirror. Where is your personality? Some funky smeary charcoal circle mess pen ink slop, very serious. Don't laugh. It's serious. It's me, you, he, she, us, them.
What is the feature which distinguishes your personality? With what kind of splender or squalor do you deck your self? What does your self look like? Which thought could summarize yourself? Where is your self located? Does your self stay in one place, or does it move around? Does your self change and evolve with your body or can it exist independently of your body? OOOGAH! Does it matter whether you agree or disagree with the rise and fall of a sleeping baby's belly?
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Sometimes Lohbado was seized with an irresistible urge to blabber whatever flowed through his mind, especially after drinking too much coffee. What he couldn't put into word, he turned into pictures. During such moments, he recorded his words and pictures in a notebook, in order to not torment the people around him, at least, he tried not to blabber to them too much. Notebook or blogging blabber is benign.
What exactly was Lohbado trying to say? It lay buried beneath layers of personality or self-consciousness. Maybe there was nothing there at all except noise and images. Maybe the deeper he dug into his discursive mind, the more space he would find. Who knows what's going on in the mind? Maybe nothing, except water dripping endlessly.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Pay attention to what you do, pay attention to what you say, pay attention to what's going on in your mind.
What happened to the past? The present vanishes the instant it is born. The future is always just beyond reach.
Awake, dreaming and unconscious...
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Saturday, March 9, 2013
|Lohbado monkey in a tree|
Lohbado toys. Imagine whatever you like. Play with the toys. It seems obvious enough. This images are from when Lohbado was baby sitting two children for a couple days. The children brought over a couple buckets of toys.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Lohbado, at the side of a desolate highway just outside a bush town overlooking a huge lake in late August, got tired of sticking out his thumb. His arm ached. He felt silly, gazing through windshields of passing motor vehicles, in attempt to make eye contact with the driver, in order to send out a message: please stop and give me a ride.
Lohbado lowered his arm, strolled over to a rock among the weeds and sat down to sort things out in his mind.