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Virapocalypse Day X Went to Trader Joes today. Tried to. Its being rationed. There was a line out the door and you can only enter if somebody leaves. It was like Disney world, only no rides and you pay to get out. I noticed at times more entering then leaving. A quick count of people in the store confirmed my suspicion. More were coming in, then leaving. They were also the only grocery store with ground beef. I saw a man heading to a backroom marked Washrooms; I tried calling out to him 'Don't go in th..' but it was to late, he'd gone in. I never saw him again. $5.99 organic beef indeed. I shopped quickly and left. My son, who's had a cough for 3 days, took off this morning on a 16 mile jog to the Botanical Gardens and back. Its 48 degrees out, he had no jacket. <note was 13.1 miles and he did it in 2 hrs 1 minute> Wondering what to cook tonight. Maybe pasta with homemade sauce, use up some cheap ground beef purchased at TJ's. ** This thread is for members to record there adventures during the Virapocalypse. So that whatever survives will know our story and that we had, a good sense of humor.

The Dao of Humor. The Way of Laughter. Play. More and more, play and humor distinguish themselves as highest skill, incredibly potent. The mat is the mat. and while meditation embodies mind, on and off cushion, the real work, for me in the moment is not in blank mind, nor attentive focus. Not in visualizing paths of energy in or outside the body... The real work for me is in transmuting hatred and vehement anger for laughter. Germans are good at exemplifying this, in their response when the uber hateful fascists hold their annual 'hate parade'. The rest line the streets with humorous signs and throw a party, loving and laughing their asses off. Nothing shoots hate in the foot for me more effectively than authentic laughter. Like bells ringing in fog. I came to discover Chuang Tze rather late in life. My first philosopher idol was George Carlin. Never considered him a comedian, even when I first laughed myself sore memorizing his first album when I was 10. George was a social commentarian an observer and a philosopher to me, who adroitly used keen wit and his scathingly fast intellect to illustrate the absurdities of social life through his hysterical observations and stories. Carlin for me, echoes like a modern Chuang Tze. Illustrating the absurd extremities of our dark and ignorant bits, with humor and keen insight born of a desire to laugh instead of rage. Playfulness and laughter in the face of rage. This is my medicine of late... my recipe for praxis in the day to day. So on that note... Here's George Carlin on 'stuff'. "ever notice how other people's stuff is shit... and your shit... is stuff?"

How many Tai Chi Players does it take to change a lightbulb? Answer: ten, one to change the bulb and nine to tell you how they do it differently.