At Front and Lombard, a woman with a British accent approached me and said “Did you feel the earth shake?” or “Did you feel an earthquake?” There was passion in her voice. I wondered if she’d mistaken me for someone else, or if it was love at first sight…
I think we just had an earthquake.
UPDATE: My landlady felt it, too. Two waves. My chair was vibrating and my shelves shook.
UPDATE: Cell phone networks overloaded, can’t make calls. Oh, it was a 5.9 in Virginia that we felt here. Lots of buildings being evacuated (our buildings aren’t made for earthquakes), lots of breathless coverage on the local teevee.
Only 0.6 miles deep, according to earthquake.gov. As I’ve mentioned before, our earthquake faults are on granite and shocks carry farther. If we ever get a big one here, it will do serious damage.
You know, I have a bad feeling about this one. Hope I’m wrong!
In the meantime, make sure you have bottled water, matches, canned food, etc. just in case. We could see massive power outages.
At what point, I wonder, are people just going to start kicking the shit out of these politicians?
NEW YORK (Reuters) – Genna Saucedo supervises cashiers at a Wal-Mart in Pico Rivera, California, but her wages aren’t enough to feed herself and her 12-year-old son.
Saucedo, who earns $9.70 an hour for about 26 hours a week and lives with her mother, is one of the many Americans who survive because of government handouts in what has rapidly become a food stamp nation.
Altogether, there are now almost 46 million people in the United States on food stamps, roughly 15 percent of the population. That’s an increase of 74 percent since 2007, just before the financial crisis and a deep recession led to mass job losses.
At the same time, the cost doubled to reach $68 billion in 2010 — more than a third of the amount the U.S. government received in corporate income tax last year — which means the program has started to attract the attention of some Republican lawmakers looking for ways to cut the nation’s budget deficit.
It’s that beautiful late August weather, with low humidity and cool breezes. The cicadas are singing – yes, even in the early morning – and even though you know we’ll still have yet another hot spell, summer is really over. In every year of my life, I’ve felt that strange sadness: School, and sweaters, and pencil cases already? Even though it’s been a very long time since I had a pencil case.
And that’s what this Dar Williams song always brings back: