Many, many moons ago as a freshman at LSU in Baton Rouge I took an introductory geology course. I remember really struggling to sort out all of the epics and eras, although the names for all of the various sorts of rocks were no picnic either. I also took several years of high school Spanish, but I don’t recall in either of those classes ever coming across the word caliche, which is a type of sedimentary rock formed of calcium carbonate. I probably never saw any caliche in Louisiana or here in Washington, though I’m given to understand that it is common in states like Kansas and Wyoming.
Another word borrowed from the Spanish that I have been much more familiar with is ceviche. Ceviche is a dish with raw fish that is marinated in an acidic juice, often lime or lemon. I remember reading about a variation of this called poisson cru, which a Polynesian woman prepares for a visitor to Tahiti in James Michener’s novel Hawaii. Tahiti sounded like such a lovely place and I suspect had I been there I probably would have tried the poisson cru. While I have eaten and enjoyed sushi at times, I’ve never actually tried ceviche.
I have really been enjoying playing Angry Birds on my new tablet. I particularly enjoyed the episode with the puffy red birds that bounce. Somehow that episode seemed easier to me and I have already completed all 63 chapters of it. And was delighted to find that completing that episode opened up two additional new episodes. My tablet is also ideal for reading Kindle ebooks and I really like being able to switch between game play and reading modes. I found myself thinking that I did not pay much more for this (about $60 including shipping) than my parents did many, many years ago for a calculator sized device that played a sort of version of football which involved manipulating a handful of solid red lines around a tiny screen. Part of me thinks that we must have brought more imagination to electronic gaming back then when there was nothing but a few red dots. But I have to say I do like the exploding birds that kill little green slugs. And finally today, my thanks to Harold Gardner, who suggested today’s words.
PS–zinnias are a flower, which is pictured in the illustration. I could not think of anything to write about zinnias.