March 26, 2019
It has been a long winter. Cold, wind, snow and ice. Time for Spring Break, and what a better idea than to sail the islands in Marcille’s Triangle. As they are relatively small and spread apart, we chose to pack sparing, knowing that the temperatures would hover around 36 degrees C. Just some shorts, tee shirts, and sandals would do the trick. We enlisted our trusty companion Rolando, who happens to be a pilot, and started our long journey hoping to reach the largest island and one with an airfield, at Herophili (formerly Herophilus), safely.
Arriving just before dusk, we were treated to a wonderful sunset out over Weber’s Point. Amazingly, the bar had a few craft beers, and we ordered a round of Weitbrecht’s Fiber Lager. Incredible, smooth with a nice head, reminded us of Zuckerkandl back home. Our hosts guided us to our rooms, small huts at the beach, with an outdoor shower. Their English was a little difficult to understand (they are Dutch), but they were able to convey that we walked the fabled pathway of Skene, which I took as a lucky sign. We tidied up at Pecquet’s Cistern, the community bathroom, and headed to bed.
Up bright and early with the sun, we headed down to the beach to catch our sailboat. On the dock we met skipper Stroud Pecten, a rotund gentleman, with a huge Omentum hanging over his weathered belt. He greeted us with a big hug and a warm hearty laugh. Welcome you Tawaras, we sail now for Highmore, it has a lovely beach, but the antrum is narrow, and we must catch the tides just right to pass Haller’s Rete, where many a sailor has met his last. Sounding interesting enough, off we headed, up and down the ocean’s swells. The ship was a small schooner, with the name of Vesalianum and a crew of three. Besides Stroud, (call me Captain!) there was Varolii and Tenon, twin brothers with extreme tans, many big muscles, who looked nothing like each other.
Neither spoke English, nor needed, as they spent most of their time with the ropes and yelling at each other. Tenon called his brother Verga, (in not very nice terms), and Varolii responded by calling his brother Toldt, which did not seem too much different from dolt. We rounded Darwin’s Tubercle, the Captain was elated. The tide would be high enough that our little Schooner would pass into the antrum without difficulties. As we began our entrance, the Captain lined the bow up with Langer’s Line. Off the port side we saw the Canal of Hering just appearing over the horizon. It was at this point that Varolii became extremely excited, shouting Nuck, Nuck, and pointing feverishly at the water. Not understanding the commotion, we rose from our deck chairs and morning coffee, to observe huge masses arising from the water. Monstrous heads with rounded shapes, leaped from the ocean. Their bodies returning with tremendous splashes, spilling water over the taffrail and covering us with a mighty shower. We had SPERM WHALES! There was many of them!
Tenon climbed Passavaant’s Ridge for a better look, he was so excited you could see his Riolan’s Muscles tighten and his Sappey’s Veins dilate to the maximum. The Sperm whales circled the ship, seemingly to chase one another. One nearby leaped and did a 360 before crashing back into the sea. My Guthrie’s Muscle tightened from the excitement .
Our ship almost came to a halt. The whales started moving off toward Pawlik’s Triangle which the Captain had pointed out. A noise rose from the opposite direction, Schwalb’e Pocket. In the sky a bird, possibly a Meibomian, came our way. Except that it was moving very fast, not a bird, but a helicopter. Red and white, and with a faint name on the airframe. It quickly rounded into closer view, and in bold white on red, CNN. It headed directly at us. Stroud Pecten stood upright, “must be chasing those whales.” he huffed. The helicopter came close, too close, and we could see hanging out the side door two men we instantly recognized, the notorious Virchow Robin and his cohost of The NIGHTLY NEWS, Cooper Fascia. We could see that Hannover Space was the pilot, that beautiful gal with the big Rosenmuller’s Organs, who came over from Fox news.
I woke up.
I was sweating. Not soaked from seawater. My wife was sleeping deeply by my side. My dog, Oddi, at the foot of the bed was watching me. Round yellow eyes, very still. A dream, but it all seemed so real. Slowly I retraced my memories of the dream. All those places and strange names. It dawned on me.
EPONYMS, HUMAN ANATOMICAL EPONYMS!
Boy, I do need a vacation!
How cool is this piece from Dr. Keneth Elson? Dr. E has been working with the BodyViz team for a few years now and he never fails to surprise us! All of the terms begining with Capital letters are anatomic eponyms. Take a look at the image below to see how BodyViz 3D anatomy software visualizes some of the features referenced. You can also look up some of these terms by clicking here. It seems the early Anatomists spent a lot of time Down Under!
BodyViz Video: One-Minute BodyViz Introduction
Article by Bob Tallitsch: The BodyViz Spaceship? Endless Exploration of Real Anatomy
Article by Keneth Elson: Adapting to Decreasing Availability of Cadaveric Anatomical Specimens
BodyViz Case: Study: Creighton University School of Medicine
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