I feel the earth move under my feet..
"Earthquake rocks Mexico City!" the headlines are screaming.
Yes, apparently there was an earthquake this morning. 5.9 too, so not a little one. Not a big one, but not a little one. Enough to ignite some fantastic hyperbole in the media.
I was sitting on the couch with my roommate, expressing some rather incendiary thoughts about this recent foiled terrorist attempt (who knew I would become a conspiracy theorist?), when he suddenly lept to his feet, headed towards the door, and said, "Come here. COME HERE."
"She is trembling," he explained, but I thought he meant the dog dutifully following us as is her way. I was still trying to figure out what he wanted to show me outside that had to do with allegedly corrupt governments. "I have no shoes!" I wailed. "COME HERE!" he said.
It wasn't until after he had manhandled me into the doorway that he showed me how the curtains were moving. And they were, I suppose, but BARELY. And, yes, I suppose the lamp in the livingroom was swinging BARELY too.
It took the first text message from my other roommate and then the minor flurry of concerned emails from friends back home before I actually believed there had been an earthquake.
And me? I'm disappointed. I hardly want to live through a bad one (and goodness knows this city is capable of them: 50,000 people dead in 1985 when the entire downtown collapsed from a 9.1 shudder) but a little one would be very very interesting. As a firmfooted Canadian, I can't imagine how disorienting it must be to have the earth shake underneath you. It's... fascinating... in a terrifying way.
So don't worry about me or my 24 million neighbours - we're fine. I'm guessing those working in the skyscrapers downtown felt it more, leading to the handful of building evacuations (especially considering many of those people would have lived through the 1985 quake), but otherwise it was anything but the jarring event the media are making it out to be.
Yes, apparently there was an earthquake this morning. 5.9 too, so not a little one. Not a big one, but not a little one. Enough to ignite some fantastic hyperbole in the media.
I was sitting on the couch with my roommate, expressing some rather incendiary thoughts about this recent foiled terrorist attempt (who knew I would become a conspiracy theorist?), when he suddenly lept to his feet, headed towards the door, and said, "Come here. COME HERE."
"She is trembling," he explained, but I thought he meant the dog dutifully following us as is her way. I was still trying to figure out what he wanted to show me outside that had to do with allegedly corrupt governments. "I have no shoes!" I wailed. "COME HERE!" he said.
It wasn't until after he had manhandled me into the doorway that he showed me how the curtains were moving. And they were, I suppose, but BARELY. And, yes, I suppose the lamp in the livingroom was swinging BARELY too.
It took the first text message from my other roommate and then the minor flurry of concerned emails from friends back home before I actually believed there had been an earthquake.
And me? I'm disappointed. I hardly want to live through a bad one (and goodness knows this city is capable of them: 50,000 people dead in 1985 when the entire downtown collapsed from a 9.1 shudder) but a little one would be very very interesting. As a firmfooted Canadian, I can't imagine how disorienting it must be to have the earth shake underneath you. It's... fascinating... in a terrifying way.
So don't worry about me or my 24 million neighbours - we're fine. I'm guessing those working in the skyscrapers downtown felt it more, leading to the handful of building evacuations (especially considering many of those people would have lived through the 1985 quake), but otherwise it was anything but the jarring event the media are making it out to be.
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They knew of the impending bust last week and Prince of Darkness Cheney has been exploiting it all week in his speeches.