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My Own Private Pacific Ocean - florafloraflora
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My Own Private Pacific Ocean
I'm sitting in my office with the door locked, the shades drawn, and my dress unbuttoned down to the navel. It's not as exciting as it might seem, just a bad heat rash I developed on my chest and wrists over the weekend. I have medicated ointment spread all over it (and I'm reapplying about every ten minutes, as soon as it soaks in), but I still can't stand to have anything touching it. So I'm not interested in looking decent unless someone knocks on my door.

I can't wait for summer to be over. What with the heat rash, the poison ivy I keep getting (from Stella, I think, by way of her romps in the underbrush), the random mosquito bites, and (I think) hives around my waist, my skin looks like a red-and-white map of the Pacific Ocean. I'm about ready to claw it all off.

And speaking of the Pacific Ocean, I'm finally reading The Island of the Colour-Blind and Cycad Island by Oliver Sacks, the book miketroll was nice enough to send to me. Here are a couple of bits I enjoyed in the first chapter. The first comes from Sacks's journal while flying over the Pacific:
No ships, no planes, no land, no boundaries, nothing—only the limitless blue of sky and ocean, fusing at times into a single blue bowl. This featureless, cloudless vastness is a great relief, and reverie-inducing—but, like sensory deprivation, somewhat terrifying, too. The Vast thrills, as well as terrifies—it was well called by Kant "the terrifying Sublime".
And then there's this, from which I learned a new word, "eluted", which is used just beautifully here:
As we landed, and decamped from the plane, we were enveloped in a huge humid warmth and the heavy scent of frangipani. This, I think, was the first sensation for us all, the smell of a tropical night, the scents of the day eluted by the cooling air—and then, above us, incredibly clear, the great canopy of the Milky Way.

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miketroll From: miketroll Date: August 6th, 2007 06:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
(((( cooling vibes for fff }}}}

Sorry about the heat rash and all! Not much chance of that here, fortunately. But I'm glad you're enjoying the book already.

"Elute" is an interesting word. It's odd that "-lute" is only used with any frequency in "dilute". We have "ablution" and "solution" but nobody says "I'm going to ablute the dishes" or "Let's solute the sugar."

florafloraflora From: florafloraflora Date: August 6th, 2007 06:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hmmmm, yeah. I wonder how -lute is related to -solve, as in absolve and dissolve and resolve.
miketroll From: miketroll Date: August 6th, 2007 06:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, there's absolute, dissolute and resolute, but all adjectives, not verbs!

:)
emperor_fool From: emperor_fool Date: August 6th, 2007 07:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ugh! Heat can do a number on my skin too, so I totally sympathize. We have a thunderstorm brewing here and promising to bring a little relief. I'll send some cool-and-not-so-humid vibes in your direction. Hope the salve helps too.
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