Word: oceaneering
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...roads lead to rum and last month they went down to Winter Haven, Florida, chasing the Red Sox Spring Training Tan. They didn't really arrive until the day they wandered out on this teak-wood deck with an ocean view and thatched umbrellas over the ashtray tables where you set the kind of Caribbean concoctions that come in gutted coconuts and topless pineapples; that was when, with the help of a little juice, Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville music came marimba-ing out of the loudspeakers. This is Florida, man! You may not be no pith helmet, mama honey...
...middle section of the book, "Desert." It is here that Tamsen's willingness begins to bitter. The impossibility of the odds finds expression in paradox: "we age in the youngest canyon; we fumble through/the same impassable passage." Hope finds outlet in dreams, signs and visions: a rainstorm on the ocean; a mirage of fellow travelers. Rock formations and vegetation come to stand for futility: "the children chase [Tumbleweed]/as though they were chasing/hoops or balls/the rootless chasing the rootless...
...jaded seek an easy lay. Where everyone wears a swimsuit during the day but nobody spends much time in the water. The smell of coconut oil on the beach almost equals the smell of salt spray; the taste of beer touches far more tongues than that of brine. The ocean is just an excuse...
...Navy, ever more sophisticated, has developed something called the DSRV, capable of glug-glugging down to distressed subs, latching onto their escape hatches and lifting sailors to the surface. This time, though, the U.S.S. Neptune is lying in a deep ocean trench, subject to slides of rock and silt from farther up this underwater canyon. These slides 1) cover up the escape hatch and 2) keep shoving Neptune over to an angle where the DSRV can't latch onto that hatch. The screen writers must resort to their imaginations, concocting an experimental two-man sub that can clear...
...Beantown. I'll bet many of you have never been to the Museum of Fine Arts or the Museum of Science, or seen the USS Constitution, or walked the Freedom Trail. Hell, I know a guy who in his three years here has yet to see the Atlantic Ocean. If the thermometer reaches the fifties or sixties some day next week I'll be headed for its shores. The water may be a trifle colder than in Florida but a beach is a beach is a beach. If you want to join me, take the MBTA Blue Line to Revere...