I don’t just like the name “The Aquadome,” I love it.
I don’t know where the name came from,
who came up with it,
or the story behind it. But I love it.

The name conjures up a framework of vivid imagery,
I envision a droplet of water on the hood of a car… a small-scale
oasis of sorts.
Inside this tiny dewdrop is, in effect, a Neverland that doesn’t
necessarily abide the common laws of physics;
a fleeting microcosm;
a fluid universe of our own creation;
a place were people can come and steep themselves in a fanciful,
almost otherworldly atmosphere that won’t exist come morning.

It’s like an anti-bubble.
It’s a rainbow submarine only with the inside and outside switched.
Since water is a better conductor for sound than air is,
it’s through this metaphorical medium that I can attach such clear
meaning to an otherwise cryptic sounding name.