Whoa! I gotta get me one of these! Make sure you all buy some scuba gear equipment, so I can afford one for my own scuba gear set. This dive scooter, made by Hollis, is the next item on our ‘Ultimate Scuba Equipment Set’. I’ll freely admit that an propulsion unit rated to an underwater depth of 500 feet isn’t part of the usual scuba gear package, but this is the ultimate diving gear package and the cost is no object.
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Welcome to the Scuba Gear Nightclub
Within the sacrosanct realm of my own mind, where truth or fiction and coexist, there is a place I’ve named the scuba gear nightclub. Inside the ambiance is always tropical, even when I’ve entered from the coldest Canadian winter day. The cost for admittance is that each person must wear at least one article of scuba gear, and be willing to leave all worries, stress and inhibitions checked outside of the door. At most times when I’m working, like now as I peck away at my computer’s keyboard, the piece of diving equipment I leave on is my scuba facemask, with its transition lens that eliminates the line of my bifocal prescription. I’m wearing that now.
In addition to the exterior to the real world, an underwater exit leads into the sea. A nightclub patron can don their diving equipment and swim out to a nearby tropical reef, or those residing in waterfront rooms or in yachts can swim in and shed all but one item of their diving equipment. An archway off the hall between the nightclub and the underwater door, leads to a saltwater pool with a glass wall so that those in the water can look through at the dry people inside, and vice versa.
In the truth or fiction of my imagination, coyote girls dance inside the bar and others in bikinis frolic underwater near the glass wall. Some aquatic dancers do intricate underwater routines on their own and others perform together like a synchronized swim team as viewed from underwater. The nightclub clientele dance to with either each other or with the nightclub supplied dancers and they can choose between the dance floor or the underwater venue: the music is the same volume in both.
The nightclub’s décor is in tropical marine, of course, and the walls are weathered planks, trimmed in aquamarine blue. It has polished brass rails around the large bar and the nightclub furniture consists of lacquered mahogany tables, banded with gleaming brass and centered with a metal bas-relief of a diver in full scuba gear. The both the stools and the chairs are upholstered with navy blue to aquamarine chintz with same swimmer in diving equipment motif as the tabletops, but the pattern is done with a slightly longer nap in the fabric.
Now the question you might ask is ‘what’s the point of the last four paragraphs?’ and the answer is none, and also much. The place I’ve described exists in a place that isn’t either truth or fiction: it’s in the gap between and this is the odd part. Because I’ve told you about it, the scuba gear nightclub may be semi-real for you too. Were you to visit there yourself, and were we to compare impressions afterwards, you might be surprised to find that we can relate similar or identical descriptions of some unmentioned minor details without having prior communications. Truth in the mind is like that: it transcends matter and it’s not fiction. It’s quantum science.
So come and join me for a drink and a chat in my scuba gear nightclub. You know the way here. You can reach for the door in your mind that you want to open and your hand will fall onto the correct knob. Or mentally don your scuba equipment and imagine yourself diving into any body of water: the underwater entrance to the scuba gear nightclub will be just where you want it to be. Look for me. I’ll be the one pecking away on a white MacBook computer.
