Grace Slick and Dopamine

I tire of American politics.  I tire of the “patriot” mob costumed as revolutionary heroes who would, in another age, be dressed in white robes and hoods at an outdoor Klavern meeting with raised torches.

So, I am going to try to restrain myself from commenting on them and return to blogging about new finds of “terra preta” in Brazil, the effects of open-pit mining on the illiterate and powerless who had the misfortune to be born downstream of an open-pit mine, and “Outlaw Motorcyclists” seen as easy prey for ambitious civil servants with badges and an agenda.

I’ll also blog about the things that raise the spirit like

But first, you know what one of the body’s favorite pleasure chemicals is: Of course, it’s dopamine.  Some people think that they would anything for some.  But, like an evening with Grace Slick, sometimes the anticipation can be just as good. – carlos

About carlos

I'm a curious person, of reasonable intellect, "on the beach" (retired) and enjoying my interest in anthropology, language, civil rights, and a few other areas. I've been a hippie/student/aerospace tech writer in the '60s, a witness to the Portuguese revolution in the ‘70s, a defense test engineer and witness to the Guatemalan genocide in the '80s, and a network engineer for an ISP in the '90s. Now I’m a student and commentator until my time is up. I've spent time under the spell of the Mesoamerican pyramids and the sweet sound of the Portuguese language. I've lived in Europe, traveled in Brazil, Central America, Iceland, New Zealand, and other places. My preferred mode of travel is with a backpack and I eat (almost) anything local. Somehow, many of the countries I have been to have had civil unrest (for which I was not responsible). I'm open to correspond with anyone who might share my liberal, humanist interests. I live in San Buenaventura, California.
This entry was posted in Humor, Sex and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.