The Rain Dance
We're coming to the end of term again at PUC. I've just done four subjects this semester: Educational Psychology, Semiotics, American Literature and Religious Culture. All very interesting in that there was a lot to learn and discuss. I've been reading David Peat's "Blackfoot Physics" and trying to grasp the concepts of the "coming to knowing" of the indigenous cultures. How can we compare this with our concepts of constructivism?
Latest developments on the home front, the drug barons' minions are on the streets again judging from the occasional pistol shot in the night. We're not up to full gun battles again yet, just a random shot in the dark. Protecting one's turf.
The pouring rain and heat have awakened in me some primitive desire to tear of all my clothes, (okay I can settle with taking them off slowly and neatly folding) and running naked out to my terrace to perform a dance of joy with nature. I haven't quite the audacity to do this yet, I'm not sure if I'd be evicted or just accepted as "that daft Gringo" again, not forgetting that it's "that daft Gringo" that plays bagpipe music at a few thousand decibels at weekends and dances jigs (or what pass for jigs after a few Fine Brazilian Ales) under the midday sun on the terrace.
I now have an additional feature to the terrace which may allow dancing "au natural" : a beach tent. While shading me from the furnace blast of the sun however, it wouldn't allow one to feel the cleansing and refreshing benefits of a summer rain storm on one's naked skin.
Today being Friday, later I shall be partaking in a few Fine Brazilian Ales and with the good lady over for the weekend, I shall also be partaking in hot sex. In combining the both, one has to arrive at a just the right quantity of liquid intake in order to maintain erection for a considerable time, thus allowing the female party to achieve orgasm, perhaps several times, BUT also allowing for the male party to achieve orgasm after a suitable period in which the female party should have achieved orgasm AT LEAST twice. Over a certain limit and the male party cannot achieve orgasm, much more and it's Mr. Floppy, we know. I've been conducting careful experiments over the past few weeks.
HWYL FAWR!
