• Three years later…

    Three years later…

  • Day 685: I Bought A Planet.

    Just some quick housekeeping before I rev this B up again. I’ve been back in Canada now for 8 boring months. It feels a lot longer, but calendars are a thing here. I will reiterate my intention to not dwell on Corona Virus, the pandemic or the situation that it is. It doesn’t apply to…

  • Day 683: I’m Alive. Sincerely, Johnny Number 5.

    Where was I? Oh Yeah, I died and sudo Jesus was passively trying to exploit my expectations of control. Yup, totally normal post. Not at all indicative of a person needing expensive therapy. Soon after I wrote post Day 418: The Paradox And The Colouring Book. Part 1, I decided to leave India. Why? If…

  • Day 418: The Paradox And The Colouring Book. Part 1.

    Dying is a strange feeling. A magical blend of the mind folding in on itself and the euphoria that sometimes occurs when pulling a very long hair from a very dry butthole, without of course breaking it. That’s what I felt anyway, when I died. “Welcome to Heaven Bobby, can I get you a drink?”…

  • Day 412: The Ice Cream Prologue.

    I realized today that all my problems are bullshit. Every single problem, projection of conflict or illusionary precursor to frustration, is bullshit. It all happened during my daily walk in the forest, a rather tropical experience that, without fail, calms me down immensely. In a place where I should be calm and relaxed, I realized…

  • Day 411: Independence Day.

    https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3K_Xxit6ENg It will all make sense after you watch my video.

  • Day 395: Jumanji.

    I never thought traveling could provoke me into a political discourse, and yet here I bitch. I feel obligated to apologize to you for reciprocating that provocation. The nature of this blog is to represent and express my opinions while I pass through this world. Being personally hijacked in the literal sense, has made me…

  • Day 388: Mars One Bobby.

    A few years ago there was a Space X marketing campaign asking for volunteers to live on Mars, you may remember it? Well, I volunteered. I made a series of application videos called MarsOne Bobby. I guess I have a flare for naming projects, 1 part subject, 1 part Bobby. EarthBobby. Stop or My Mom…

  • Day 370: Indian Lock Down Is Like Being Grounded By A Passive Aggressive Step Dad.

    I’ll start with a statement. It’s 40 degrees here in India. And I feel like I’ve been sent to the corner. For those who don’t know or remember, sending a disruptive child to stand facing the corner of a classroom, as a disciplinary measure, was a normalized behavior modification tool used by educators in the…

  • Day 365: hotelbobby.com, A Year In Review.

    Over the past year there have been times when I considered what I’m doing an adventure, a quest, a journey and at times, even a mistake. Now, after a considerable amount of time in lockdown I truly understand the ethos of surrender. What it means to take your hands off the wheel and let fate…

  • Day 362: Ode To The Moving Face Of Life.

    I am darkness. The origin of all things unknown and secret. I am a flick. A speck, weightless in the abyss of unimaginable vacancy. I am the sun. The orb of life, of light and transformation. I am light, emitted to expression by the pressure of reaction. A glowing force that dares breath to breathe.…

  • Day 351: Happy Earth Day Earthlings.

    https://vimeo.com/410609973 I want to, like a good guest, thank my host for their hospitality. Sometimes, after I get comfortable at a friends or family members home, I forget that I’m there as a result of their kindness and tolerance for me. Me, in my underwear, rooting around their fridge, looking for the expensive cheese and…