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Name: Sender-Barayon-Morningstar
Location: San Francisco, California,

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May 29, 2005

Laughter - a poem and a chart of levels

Cosmic Laughter
by Ed Maupin

On the Great Waking-Up Morning, Hector went out on his porch,
Saw Helen, next door, in her yard weeding,
Looked over at her with brimming fondness - which surprised him.
She straightened up and turned around, - and she was feeling that way, too.

He gazed at her for a long, long time.
So familiar she was that she seemingly was him.
She gazed that way too, and then they could see
that the One that they were was the One Without Second.

Tears and awe, indeterminate time,
then, slowly emerging, they saw everything fresh,
beautiful, absurd. They started to laugh.
They'd been quarrelsome neighbors, indignant, fuming
fantasticly funny now, as the joke became clear.

Uproarious laughter attracted more neighbors:
starting off cautious, cracking a smile,
then blowing away in great gusts of glee.

A policeman came to quell the disturbance,
but, seeing it happening all down the street,
felt absurd, so he laughed 'til he cried.

Great Waking-Up Morning all over the planet.
Everywhere clusters of people were gathering,
laughing together as never before, and the
sound of it echoed down streets and across valleys.

Weeping there was and gnashing of teeth
but there in the heart of that terrible grief was the One.

The past was a game of such intricate vastness,
we couldn't have known.
Now we knew.

Global eruption of tears and elation.
Bosnia writhed with forgiveness and joy.
Stockbrokers rolling on trading room floors
Evangelists, Senators, Stars, and Professors,
tumbling free-fall in the equality of laughter.

Spasms of mirth ended serious warfare:
whole armies bent over, slapping their knees.
Structures unbudged by any revolution
crumbled as holders of power cracked up.
Really big men, with a lot to lose, lost it
in sobs of remorse, and then blessed laughter

Days later, subsiding (breaking out here and there)
we knew all the walls had come tumbling down:
no problem too big; no unresolved issue.
With laugh-opened lungs we sighed,
took a deep, collective breath,
and started to build a new world.

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Some time ago I attempted to chart the various levels
of laughter. Here's the result. Please feel free to
suggest changes:

Laughter Discharge Levels

number 1:.guffaw - unh-hunh-hunh
number 2: titter - tee-hee-hee
(1). snicker
(2). snigger
number 3: giggle - hee-hee-hee, ghee-ghee-ghee
number 4: chuckle - hunh-hunh-hunh
(1) cackle - yak-yak-yak
number 5: laugh -
(1) hah-hah-hah
(2) yuck - yuk-yuk-yuk
(3) crow - haw-haw-haw
number 6: belly laugh - ho-ho-ho
(1). with snort - on inhale
number 7: bray - haw-haw-haw
number 8: bellow - hoo-hoo-hoo
number 9: scream - Eeeeeeeee!
(loss of urethral sphincter control)
number10 shriek - Aiiiiiiiii!
(loss of anal sphincter control)
number 11: die laughing
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Playing Catch-Up

Finding the time to keep this blog current is not as easy as I imagined! I've got to 'automate' some aspect of incoming information to make it pour onto this page better.
Latest adventures include building a potting shed/solarium/meditation hut in the back corner of the garden that receives all-day winter sun when the walnut tree drops its leaves. A perfect spot, with a two-section hinged roof to allow ventilation in hot weather. Also I've put the hammock seat back out on the sundeck, my summertime favorite site.
Recent item of interest: New findings about "junk DNA" may bring some surprises. Researchers working at the Human Genome Project will be announcing soon that they made an astonishing scientific discovery: they believe so-called non-coding sequences (97%) in human DNA is no less than genetic code of an unknown extraterrestrial life form. The original website is in Czech only, but click here for article.

May 4, 2005

Photo from Saint Stoopid's Day Parade

Hilarie Coate took this photo of Zero and his long-time pal Digger Cindy at the St. Stoopid's Day annual parade in downtown San Francisco. An estimated 300 foolish folk celebrated with the traditional 'sock exchange' at the Stock Exchange, and other nonsense. Three bass drums, a trombone and a tuba provided the music, along with Zero's accordion antics.


This Odd Monday Event - May 9

As mentioned below, Luis Carillo will read from his memoir, but also will be joined by author Gerald Rosen who will offer "An Evening of Laughter" by reading segments from his published novels. Always FREE ADMISSION, 7 PM at the Noe Valley Ministry, 1021 Sanchez Street, San Francisco.