The Grumblers Group

Join the long and troubling tradition of grumbling. We invite you to wallow in worry. Proclaim every little irritation and mental discomfort. Holler as loud as you can, to drown out other grumblers and to draw attention to yourself. After all, you are you, the most important you on the planet. The you of you is more important than the billions of other yous, because you are the only you you. There’s only one you you, whereas there are seven billion other yous. The rarity of you you makes your you all the more precious. If only other yous would stop and realize there’s only one you! Then maybe the other yous would give you the attention you need!

Oogalitarian

June 2009, taken during Lohbado's last day in Kangirsuk

Let me repeat, once again, the origin of the name Lohbado. A gray-bearded man heard the sound of a subway train getting louder. The train burst into the station in a roar. Within the loud noise, he heard a voice shouting: Lohbado. Lohbado. Lohbado.

Drool flowed from the side of his mouth and soaked his beard as he strained to hear more Lohbado.  In the broken wind of the train, he heard a riddle: Tell me now quickly, what is your name? I need to know your name. There's something riddle-like in a name, especially when you forget your name. It's dangerous to not know your name.

My name is Lohbado, the one who drools through his beard.

Look at the wheels of the train. Watch as the doors slide open. Look at the mouth of the tunnel. The subway train goes in one end and out the other. The secret lines in the hole, opening, zero, oh. Oogah!

    Oogah exploded in his ears. The accelerating and various other noises joined together to shout, in such a way as to be understandable within his sound-consciousness, Oogah. Oogah begins with two Ohs, zeroes, openings or passage ways. It balances on the G spot, Oh on one end, Ah on the other. An epistle to the Oogalalians in an Oogalitarian society, open your heart and mind. Don’t hesitate to pass through the Oh.

How would you like to be remembered

Over the hill is fine. At the top of the hill, look back on years of confusion, ups and downs. Pause for a breather.

walk on the quiet side

woman from a beauty salon sign

I walked to the bank this afternoon and withdrew some money from the instant teller. It was enjoyable to walk slowly in the sunshine. There must be come sort of magnetic attraction among people. It often happens, when I’m strolling along, a person suddenly steps right in front of me and blocks the way. While walking down the hill, suddenly a young woman, wearing strong-smelling perfume, stepped in front of me. I couldn’t get around her. So I accepted the fact that I would be following her down the hill, our vibes interconnected. If she didn’t like it, she could get out of the way and let me pass. I lacked the stamina to sprint around her. I didn’t want to follow her. That’s how it ended up. This happens often.