Is this a good picture?

Someone showed me a picture and asked: "Is it a good picture?"

What is the definition of a good picture? Why do you want to know? Are you interested in investment value? Did you want to know its aesthetic value? What is aesthetic value? I'll leave it at that. For fun, one could read Critique of Judgement by Kant, to get an idea of how such questions could lead to complex discussions.

colorful dream

Just before waking up this morning I dreamed about bright objects coming out of the computer screen. The images turned into actual things, such as a gaudy multicolored palm tree, a bright toy Jesus on a donkey, a small plastic rose and numerous similar objects. The image lasted a few seconds and then I woke up, excited, as if today would be the day of a carnival, or a holiday celebration.

Gall Bladder

Sometimes it happens without warning, one feels pain and then has to see a doctor. In this case, it was gall stones. The gall bladder had to be removed. The people at the hospital were friendly and provided excellent treatment. The operation was done with minimal incision and was painless. Soon the person is back in daily life again, after a couple nights in the hospital.

Patience

Patience is good for bicycle riders and motorists alike, especially during a heatwave in July. Lohbado rode his bicycle down a freeway service road, full exposure to blast heat of noon sun. Stay focused. Don't run into a pot hole or get caught in a deep rut and fall off the bicycle. Don't ride through red lights. Beware of motorists who cut too close. They have the power to knock down and kill a cyclist. Be patient. Don't lose your cool. Getting too intense only makes confusion worse.   Ride towards cream puff clouds. Soft white shapes cool the mind. Read the pattern of tar lines, bumps and craters in the pavement. Lohbado laughed himself silly at the sheer silliness of his silly thoughts. Imagine a sailboat, floating across the sky.

109 Years Old, Montreal

One of the oldest people in Montreal lives within walking distance of where I live. David is now 109 years old. I went over yesterday for a visit and to see old friends.

Monumental Building

Buildings pop up like monuments right before the very eye of the beholder. Lohbado wandered in a daze down the sidewalk and then looked across the street at a four story building, a solid, plain monument to habitation, a veritable symphony in stone and brick and containing windows. So many human dramas continue to be enacted behind closed doors, in quiet rooms overlooking a noisy street. Whoever can identify the building will receive a one year free membership to Club Morono.

Reverend Woodlot Stumps

Sometimes identity confusion scrambled Lohbado's brains and he had flashbacks to another era, when he was Peter Stumps, a sexually repressed, spiritual drone, serving in his grandfather Woodlot's church, the Church of the Living Monument. Woodlot made his fortune as a lumber baron, but after a severe bout of alcohol psychosis, had a series of visions that made him sell the business and build a church. That took place back in the 1920ies, in a remote Canadian village on an escarpment overlooking a vast body of water. After the Reverend Woodlot Stumps had a mental breakdown and killed himself, his son, Peter's father, the Reverend Stonehenge Stumps took over. The sect church died a slow, lingering death in the hands of Stonehenge. The sect church existed as an extension of Woodlot's ego. Once Woodlot was gone, the wooden church in the forest was doomed.