Saturday, April 29, 2017
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Monday, April 24, 2017
It's easy to complete an entire lifespan without once pausing to wonder what is going on. Or if one does pause, one doesn't pause long enough. Another wave of confusion takes over. Two basic questions at the Club Morono Tabernacle: "Who are you?" and "What is going on?" To understand or get to know oneself would be a wise place to begin as one sets off on a journey to seek knowledge.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Friday, April 21, 2017
click picture to watch video. It stopped raining in the afternoon. Lohbado poured a ritual drink and thought about rituals he experienced Sunday mornings while growing up. His birth name was Peter Stumps, son of the Reverend Stonehenge Stumps, a minister at the Church of the Living Monument.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
I wasn't looking for anything other than to see what was there.
Were you running away from something? Do you have a bad conscience? Were you a bad girl or boy?
I did nothing wrong, said Lohbado.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
When Yeeman Jack Noiyeh drowned up Fitz Creek after losing his paddle Haw General Foakheem set up a military barricade at the source and proclaimed exclusive water rights. When asked if all the sea was made of paper and all the sea was ink, if all the trees were bread and cheese, what would they have to drink, General Foakheem said: "Let them drink sand."
Lord Woulabong and his jumping soldiers did battle with General Foakheem and his furious fighters. A lot of blood flowed into Friz Creek for two weeks. In the end, opposing forces decided to share water rights, like they'd done before. After this, the Yee and Haw became friends.
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Saturday, April 15, 2017
The Moronovian question: what is going on? ended in silence. Silence is not something to write home about. It's no reason for self-congratulation. Emptiness offers no peg on which to hang one's hat. It's more like standing at the edge of the ocean and gazing into the infinite. Haze sometimes makes it difficult to distinguish where ocean ends and sky begins.
Friday, April 14, 2017
Next time someone accuses Lohbado of taking the same old pictures or telling a story he already told, he could cite the writings of Deleuze, with regards to repetition.
1 page 104. Presentation de Sacher-Masoch: le froid et le cruel. Gilles Deleuze. Editions de Minuit: Paris. 1967.
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Monday, April 10, 2017
Sunday, April 9, 2017
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Lobhado thought of this consciousness as being similar to a variable X. Let X = me. X exists in relation to a river of thought, a flow of sensations, the cycle of seasons, impermanence, change. X is not some single fixed material entity. It's an invisible process, in the mind. The mind thinks I am me. But Me can't be seen, unless one identifies Me with the body.
One can't see thoughts. One can't see emotions, only the expression of emotion. X involves an illusion of being at the centre of things. X is of utmost importance. X is concerned about maintaining the health and wellbeing of one's body/mind continuum. When a group of Xs get together, there's often conflict, as each X feels it is more important or special by virtue of being X. The most extraordinary thing about me is I am me. There's only one me. Once I'm dead, this me will no longer exist, unless one dreams about me or X existing independently of a body. Lohbado was unable to imagine how X could be without a body. Thoughts generally swirl around the reference point of the body. One's consciousness is intertwined with embodiment.
Friday, April 7, 2017
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
|Joellen did a eulogy from Vancouver|
Izzy Cox a gifted, courageous, passionate, warm-hearted woman devoted to music died the weekend before last. A memorial evening was held at Sala Rosa to commemorate her life and music. Friends and people who knew her performed songs she wrote or offered tribute in her memory.