Sunday, December 23, 2018
let's go to the golden palace
Dark short days of winter, solstice arrives. Lohbado proposes a toast to festive season. He dreams of going to a golden palace and listening to beautiful music.
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Friday, December 7, 2018
During morning walk Lohbado came up with ideas for a new story called Alphabet room, plus reflections on weather and change.
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Tuesday, November 20, 2018
Ivan's terrible joke
Ivan diffused a tense moment on the Plains of Radiation during the Yee Haw Controversy. He told a joke. The thing about the joke, nobody could remember it, except that it was pretty lame and nobody got it. The joke made the mind blank out.
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Thursday, November 8, 2018
devenir fou becoming
Lohbado woke at 4 am with aches and pains, so went for a walk to enjoy sights and sounds. He thought of a phrase from Deleuze, Logique du sens, devenir fou, a loaded poetic expression. Literally it means to go crazy. On another level, it's about contemplating reality and how one creates meaning, which leads to paradox. As things break down, or crack, one could access the 4th dimension through any creative act, for example, art, music, poetry, dance...
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Saturday, November 3, 2018
what do you mean
Lohbado started out doing a philosophical discussion about meaning, but then ended up doing video and audio art.
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Wednesday, October 24, 2018
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
stm getaway band
Stm band is a group of Montreal musicians who wrote songs creating tall tales and humour about various bus routes in Montreal. This video features a few clips from Hootenanny at Brasserie Beaubien. They'll be performing tomorrow night at the Barfly on St Laurent
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Sunday, October 14, 2018
garden of introspection
Sometimes when feeling anxious or stuck in negative thinking, Lohbado went to the garden of introspection to enjoy sights and sounds of the city. He could grumble and complain to a weeping and wailing brick wall. Nobody would hear. He wouldn't get on people's nerves. After he would cheer up and enjoy beautiful flowers.
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Wednesday, October 3, 2018
we'll let it play out
At least three stories occur in this video about infinite connections. Lohbado goes for his usual morning walk. He has a copy of Giordano Bruno's Liens in his back pocket. Bruno is a motif in Finnegans Wake by James Joyce. Lohbado bought the book in 2006 to read during trips to the arctic.
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Tuesday, September 18, 2018
noise inside noise outside
Noise of the city and noise in the mind blend into a giant musical composition.
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Wednesday, September 12, 2018
post employment economy
Lohbado joined artist Michael Waterman and his daughter Liz to view an exhibit of the art of Bharti Kher at DHC Gallery, Montreal. Over a pint of beer, he talked about post employment economy, in a world where work is increasingly automated and done by robots.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Lohbado woke at 3 AM with a rash. He drew a happy face on a dusty mirror and reflected on the nature of getting old and being a person.
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Friday, August 17, 2018
Lohbado had trouble as a push button expert when he began losing concentration, causing him to push the wrong buttons.
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Sunday, August 12, 2018
Lohbado recorded a little video during the heatwave at the beginning of July. Lohbado reflected on memories of trying to explain. The only explanation that made sense to him was to view life as an art project.
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Thursday, August 2, 2018
tabernacle of love
The Club Morono Tabernacle is a place of creativity and love. Lohbado shows a romance painting he did years ago and proposes a toast to romance.
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Thursday, July 12, 2018
Yee Haw Controversy
The Yee Haw Controversy goes back at least 2,500 years and continues to resonate. Club Morono offers a third possibility. One doesn't have to be a Yee or a Haw. One could follow the Moronovian Way.
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Friday, June 29, 2018
Grandmother's advice on cheering up: first, acknowledge suffering. Go ahead, complain. There's a room at the tabernacle for lamentation. Then let go. Next, find something that interests you. Make an effort. Be disciplined. Pay attention to details. The reward of effort; one might cheer up. To make no effort is to risk sinking into depressive inertia.
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Wednesday, June 27, 2018
respect all life
While taking shelter from the rain, Lohbado contemplated the sacredness of existence. One could tune into the dignity of one's being. All life is to respected, regardless of wealth or status.
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Monday, June 25, 2018
St. Jean Baptiste Day toast Montreal
A friendly toast on St Jean Baptiste Day in Montreal, Lohbado stood under a tree in order to not get wet in the rain. He talked about two minor bicycle accidents.
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Monday, June 18, 2018
jolly good time
Lohbado during a bike ride contemplated the many promises being offered. There's something exciting about expectation, the lure of something about to happen. At the same time, it's not healthy to get carried away looking for UFOs; although it does stretch the imagination.
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Monday, June 4, 2018
beautiful trees in evening light
Lohbado rode his bicycle to a local park to enjoy sunset among beautiful trees.
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Sunday, May 27, 2018
After retiring from his post as Push Button Expert, Lohbado became a nerve specialist. Sometimes walking around the city is scary when vehicles lunge at pedestrians who walk slowly as they cross the street.
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Friday, May 11, 2018
to just sit there
Morning walk, Lohbado sat in the park and reflected on the value of just sitting there, to take a break from feeling overwhelmed, anxious and beset with problems. It feels good to relax sometimes.
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Thursday, May 3, 2018
Friday, April 20, 2018
Dr. Bob Goonston's Glandular Bulb
Dr. Bob Goonston from Lumpkins University invented a Glandular Bulb as a pet for lonely people unable to afford traditional pets.
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Wednesday, April 18, 2018
food and philosophy
In a quest for meaning or trying to make sense of things, a first stop could be to note the importance of food and eros. One attempts to go beyond mindless habitual chatter as one yearns for wisdom. Sometimes it's pretty funny.
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Sunday, April 8, 2018
Second weekend of April, still below freezing, ice cold wind, endless winter in Montreal. Do whatever it takes to not sink into despair. Abandon all hope. Maybe warmer weather will eventually take one by surprise.
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Friday, April 6, 2018
Deleuze Logic of Meaning
Lohbado began reading Logique du sens by French philosopher Gilles Deleuze. It presents a series of paradoxes related to meaning, the various levels of meaning and the tension involving word and object. The idea is to open one's understanding of meaning to allow for creative exploration or expression.
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Tuesday, April 3, 2018
joy of desolation
Lohbado paused during morning walk to reflect on desolation as a tonic to open the mind.
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Thursday, March 29, 2018
It's ok to like yourself. Lohbado reflects on turmoil and the need to relax during a winter bike ride. The winter shots were recorded March 15.
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Saturday, March 24, 2018
Lohbado lay on the sofa and thought about a bike ride and about years ago when his mother died.
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Sunday, March 11, 2018
Saturday, March 10, 2018
a key situation
|water colour and ink|
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Friday, March 9, 2018
beyond preconceived notions
|pencil ink watercolour on paper|
Or if you're doing something detail orientated and methodical, the work could take on a life of its own. In other words, you allow the art work to tell you what to do, rather than trying to impose your ego's preconceived notion of how you feel art should be.
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Thursday, March 8, 2018
|water color in Lohbado sketchbook|
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Sunday, March 4, 2018
what the hail
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Tuesday, February 27, 2018
pretty peas please
Senorita brand cooked dry peas, product of the Philippines, a lot of tasty products from around the world are available in Cote des Neiges, Montreal. It's fun to go into a local grocery store and wander among the aisles of jars, cans, boxes, various types of packages with interesting graphics. Once in a while Lohbado would buy an item just to see and taste what was inside.
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Saturday, February 24, 2018
demonstration of 2 concepts of French philosopher Gilles Deleuze (1925 - 1995): to stutter and to be a stranger in one's own language.
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Wednesday, February 21, 2018
admirable scene in the snow
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Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Snow White and the Forbidden Fruit
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Sunday, February 18, 2018
juice king of the plants
The King of Fuh. What would the Juice Queen think of the Fuh King? Lohbado then went for morning walk early Sunday morning, the city about as quiet as it gets before returning to the roar of Monday.
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Saturday, February 17, 2018
yearning for spring
|man looking for woman|
The signs are there. Yearning for romance, plants perking up and tilting towards brighter light, vibrant graffiti on the side of a van, yearning for spring, it will happen. Just when you're ready to throw in the sponge, or to collapse in winter despair, the sun moves higher in the sky. Temperatures rise a bit. Snow melts. Of course, March is the wild card. March is known for snow storms and chilly surprises.
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Monday, February 12, 2018
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Sunday, February 11, 2018
psychological endurance winter challenge
|view out Lohbado's front door|
Lohbado viewed it as a challenge. Forget the ice bucket challenge. This is the Montreal winter challenge. Can you get through without the blues, or without cough, sneeze, fever and sore joints? It feels like a season of entering the underworld. Go through the doorway to Hades, the world of the dead in Greek mythology. Look into space. Look at your mind. What is going on? What is your name? Sometimes Lohbado felt like he was disintegrating or dissolving. He burst out laughing. Better to laugh than cry.
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Friday, February 9, 2018
He had a booth with a PBC (push button console). The console was a mechanical device to organize sense data into representations of a world. From material data, new structures were created. Lohbado did mostly data entry and calculation. It required an ability to manipulate algorithms. The console accepted a type of data congenial to processing. This limited the resulting models of existence.
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Thursday, February 8, 2018
phases of winter
|ink on paper in Lohbado sketchbook|
|be confident, strong and cheerful|
While in the middle of feeling grumpy about more snow and more cold, Lohbado noticed two new shoots on the amaryllis plant, which flowered, then wilted. That made him happy right away, the beautiful green of fresh leaves. Then he felt the familiar knot of anxiety in his stomach, which he often felt during moments of happiness, as if to say, you're not supposed to be happy. Maybe it's related to some sort of religious hangover, from being the son of a preacher man. Lohbado did the above drawings to teach himself that it's ok to enjoy flickers of happiness when they occur. One is not obligated to feel miserable.
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Sunday, February 4, 2018
Lohbado compared a mass produced local beer with a mass produced import. The import was about $1.90 per beer, the local $ 140. The import was more foamy, but a bit bland. The local was sweeter and a bit acidic. So is the import worth the extra 50 cents?
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Sunday possibilities in winter
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Friday, February 2, 2018
trying to get back on track
Eventually it passes. The body emerges, weak, tired. Slowly get back on track.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
That could be a horror movie, Revenge of the Killer Virus. A virus gathers forces to take over the world, while rendering humans weak, unable to eat, nauseated and with migraine and joint pain and an inability to think clearly.
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Saturday, January 13, 2018
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Wednesday, January 10, 2018
wear a wig
|Pinkie on Wednesday|
Pinkie put on a purple wig, added a smile, a sparkle in the eye. In this way Pinkie prepared for Wednesday. Hurry before Wednesday dissolves and Thursday takes over.
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Monday, January 8, 2018
keeping it together in winter
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Friday, January 5, 2018
winter topics of conversation
Another cold and snowy winter happening in Montreal, Lohbado reminded himself to avoid unpleasant topics of conversation, as he had a tendency to get morbid sometimes.
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