quake report
At 8:04 PM I was sitting in an Una Mas restaurant in Redwood City with
jwermont, waiting for our food.
firecat [*thinking*]: "
jwermont is tapping her foot really hard."
jwermont [*thinking I'm tapping my foot*]: "Either you're very impatient for your food or we're having an earthquake."
firecat [*watching the wall ripple*]: "We're having an earthquake."
Other people in the restaurant: [*Looking up alertly like a bunch of meerkats*]
I tried to use my cell phone to send a text message so I would remember the time, but the message failed multiple times. That worried me—where I was, the quake wasn't so strong, but it lasted a long time, and I didn't know but maybe it was on the Hayward fault.
So when we got home we went to the computer and looked up the quake on usgs.gov. Fortunately it turned out not to be too serious.
Overall not nearly as exciting as the Loma Prieta quake (I was in a swimming pool in Cupertino at the time). Thank goodness.
Other people in the restaurant: [*Looking up alertly like a bunch of meerkats*]
I tried to use my cell phone to send a text message so I would remember the time, but the message failed multiple times. That worried me—where I was, the quake wasn't so strong, but it lasted a long time, and I didn't know but maybe it was on the Hayward fault.
So when we got home we went to the computer and looked up the quake on usgs.gov. Fortunately it turned out not to be too serious.
Overall not nearly as exciting as the Loma Prieta quake (I was in a swimming pool in Cupertino at the time). Thank goodness.
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Say it again.
I was living in Pasadena when, just over 20 years ago, the Whittier Narrows earthquake struck. It was a Friday morning, I was asleep, and the crescendo of sound & vibration first seemed like a really big truck rolling down the street.
Then I bolted out of bed, "Oh fuck, this is an earthquake!" I shouted to nobody. I dutifully stood in a doorway for a couple of seconds, before I shouted "Oh fuck, my thesis!"
I walked to my dining room table to _manually park the heads_ on my Mac Plus external hard drive (this was October 1987, after all): I needed to safeguard my dissertation files. As I went through my tiny apartment, I noted the walls & floor & ceiling all flexing.
That evening was the start of the Jewish day of atonement, Yom Kippur. It was the _first time_ in my entire life that I attended every last one of the holiday services.
Whittier Narrows was a Richter 5.9 with epicenter ca. 10 miles from my apartment. The aftershock sequence that weekend included a Richter 5.1, if memory serves.
It was a rather jarring sign that, perhaps, my time in California ought to draw to a close.
Seven years later when the Northridge earthquake collapsed an apartment building, I was very disturbed to discover that my old Pasadena apartment was of near-identical construction to the one that fatally failed.
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Tell me more about your pool shaking experience, were you pushed in a particular direction?
In '89 I was walking home from college and I remember enjoying the motion utill I looked up and noticed the swaying power lines above my head! :)
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The pool was associated with an Apple building (not where the Apple campus is now). I was in the pool instead of in my cube on the 7th floor because I had taken a training class of some kind that day that had let out early. The folks on the 7th floor were pretty badly shaken up; monitors were flying around and stuff. I'm glad I was in the pool instead.
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(Apologies to Dorothy Parker.)
Parker wrote of Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged:
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When I first came to SF as a tourist, I went to the California Academy of Sciences where they had an "earthquake table", a platform you could stand on that mimicked the way the 1906 earthquake felt. I stood on it and it felt "fake" to me.
Then a year or so after the Loma Prieta quake, which I experienced, I went back there and stood on it again. That time it felt real and I was scared!