Article by Bret Gilliam
I started diving in 1959, so I had my 50th anniversary last year. That's not as bad as it sounds since my father, a senior naval officer, indulged my fascination with scuba after watching the first episode of Sea Hunt with me the year before. We then moved to a distant outpost called Key West and my future career unfolded from the first day in snorkeling gear. I was only eight years old when I did my first dive in Garrison Bight under the watchful eye of an “instructor” who never left the comfort of his deck chair on the pier as I blundered through mask clearing and other exercises and occasionally surfaced to see if I was doing things okay.
“Yeah, you're making great progress,” he assured me while opening another cold beer. “Now go under the boat and scrape the barnacles off the props and rudder.”
I guess that was probably the first edition of modern “specialty” courses. But I managed to survive over 18,000 dives to date and have developed a certain perspective over the years that might be useful to other divers.
Here are a few tips:
Gilliam's Custom Dive Dictionary
It's also helpful to know the real definitions to some diving terms in common use:
World class diving: Anything a diving magazine wrote an article about, includes Nebraska.
Unlimited shore diving: As long as you don't mind the three-mile swim to the barrier reef.
All-inclusive price: They'll charge you for anything they can possibly think of.
Boyle's Law of Dive Brochures: The actual size of your room will be inversely related to its wide-angle image in the photo.
Eco-Resort: No air conditioning, no hot water, fragrant outhouses, no phones, no internet, no deodorant, lots of rice. Feel good about yourself while you sweat.
Professional divemaster: Loads and unloads at least a thousand tanks a day and gets paid about what the second shift at Whatta-Burger makes.
Authority: A speaker from out of town.
Expert: He brings his own slides or Power Point presentation.
Underwater photography specialist: Knows how to set camera to TTL/auto mode.
High performance regulator: A TSA agent pulling on the rubber glove as you are led into the little private room at airport security.
Lifetime warranty: Until it needs parts or service.
Open circuit: A diver capable of rational thought process. Very rare species.
Closed circuit: The average DIR zealot or most blondes with Botox… including men.
Second stage: the “falling down” phase of too much Tequila.
Manifold: When a male diver's belly laps over his Speedo.
Safety sausage: the use of a condom for post-dive hook-ups.
Wet suit: When you see your first great white shark up close… while still on the boat dive platform.
Dry Suit: What you wear to a meaningless job in an office.
Flow-Through Piston: Sweet relief in your wet suit after four cups of coffee.
Yoke: The yellow part of an egg; how stupid are you?
O-ring: Perfectly symmetrical belly button
Exhaust Valve: The orifice right below your nose where dive tales are emitted.
Dive tables: What you set your drink on at Carlos & Charlie's bar in Cozumel.
Dive bag or camera bag: Usually made from snappy colorful fabric or stainless steel. Optional tags should include "steal me!"
Advanced Diver: All that's needed from one agency is a total of nine dives. I don't know about you, but advanced in other sports or activities usually means that you have more experience at something than you can get in a long weekend.
Emblemism: The phenomenon of sewing innumerable specialty diving patches on to your windbreaker.
Safety stop: What you should plan for after Indonesian curry for breakfast… before you get on the dive launch.
Out-gassing: See above
Buddy check: Nailing your partner with the dinner bill in Grand Cayman.
Bantin Syndrome: Passing yourself off as rock drummer Mick Fleetwood.
Nassau Groper: The patented move that a Bahamian divemaster makes to the chest area when patting down the female divers in his “gear check”.
Technicolor Yawn: Full-on projectile vomiting en route 400 miles offshore to Cocos Island.
Rebreather: The clown who drives around in his car passing gas with the windows rolled up after a Mexican meal in Cozumel.
Rescue breathing: Finally putting the windows down.
Critters: What you find in your underwear after a night loose in Costa Rica's San Jose bar scene. Those aren't waitresses or lady schoolteachers on holiday, genius. And you don't really look like Brad Pitt…
Body Glove: What you better be wearing if you decide to make an acquaintance in a Thailand bar.
Feeding frenzy: Finding out that dinner was served while you were underwater on the night dive.
Certified: Technical term for the level of dysfunctional delusional psychosis you suffer from based upon what you'll believe as truthful during diver's tales of adventure following consumption of alcohol.
Redundancy: See “redundancy”.
Waiver: What you'll be doing madly with your safety sausage after about two hours in the water drifting when the boat doesn't pick you up.
Recompression Chamber: The “drunk tank” during Pirate's Week in Cayman.
Absolute Pressure: The effects of a particular brand of vodka the next morning on the rough boat ride out to the dive site.
Algorithm: the phenomenon that makes white people think they can dance after five blender drinks.
Gas switch: changing your menu from burritos one day to spicy meatballs the next.
Sonic orifice: Are you kidding me? You know the answer to this already after reading this far.
Saturation: The end result of spending the entire day at the swim-up pool bar.
Narced: When the custom's agent finds your stash hidden in your BC hose.
Reverse Profile: The desired effect of a good “nose job”.
Bounce dive: When you ricochet off the side of the dive vessel on your blundered giant-stride entry.
Progressive Penetration: How your love life evolved back in the days of movie drive-ins, e.g. the move from the front seat of the car to the back seat.
Tender: How everything feels after slamming your way to the dive site in rough seas.
Travel Mix: What you carry in a plastic cup to get you down the road to the next Tiki Bar in the Florida Keys.
Trimix: Yeah, you got it… any drink with three primary liquors blended in frozen fruit juice.
Valsalva Maneuver: When the pretty Italian girl shows you she can put both heels behind her ears after a little “trimix”.
60 Minutes Syndrome: When Bret Gilliam assumes the persona of curmudgeon commentator Andy Rooney and writes drivel like this.
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