Welcome to the Monkey House

November 24, 2019

I wandered deep into Topanga on Saturday and emerged, at days end, a different person.…

Black Smoke. White Smoke.

November 18, 2019

Two key questions: are the Santa Ana’s blowing and what color is the smoke? If…

Fret Not

November 3, 2019

Was at an orchestra concert the other day watching my favorite cellist and noticed that…

Thirteen

October 24, 2019

Backpack half zipped on the kitchen table,Beat up paperback Fahrenheit 451 in the side pocket,Simpsons…

Deadicated 6.16.18

June 25, 2018

FADE IN Citi Field.  General Admission. Three rows back from the stage. The crowd dances,…

Divine Intervention

June 20, 2018

So here I am driving down the road, reeling from an earlier conversation, trying to…

Luggage or leverage?

June 3, 2018

One step back…WTF? These freaking voices in my head… So, the other day, I am…

Year of the Rabbit

May 1, 2018

"What year?" Vince asks. "1963." I say with a certain amount of pride. "Huh, year…

Oh, my…

April 15, 2018

Went to Supercuts on Saturday: to the usual one over on 18th and Wilshire.  All…

Learning to fly

March 18, 2018

  Took flight again today at Pranayama Breathe Class on a Sunday afternoon. I visited…

Squeak!

February 24, 2018

Squeak. Step. Squeak. Step. Squeak. Pause. Stop. Pause. Step. Squeak. Humph… My favorite shoes are…

#leftearrightear

February 14, 2018

  FADE IN. EXT: DAD comes into focus, a big guy, burley, mid-thirties, Oklahoma t-shirt,…

Have and Have Nots

February 6, 2018

I am struggling a bit.   A few days ago I woke up pre-dawn, made a…

I don’t know, it just

January 15, 2018

drives me crazy that people don’t really greet each other anymore. I’m not sure why…

Turn the tables

August 31, 2017

I have a coach that helps me navigate the training regime for all of these…

385 in dog years…

August 6, 2017

I am getting old. I’m almost 385 in dog years. Humph… The other day I…

And he lives in Nashville. Went there recently to reconnect and discovered a whole new…

Owling

July 24, 2017

Went owling with Vince the other night. We have a big tree in the backyard…

Coco and Adele

July 23, 2017

One afternoon in the Marais (how cool is that for an opening line?) Teri and…

Merci Madame Killelay

July 19, 2017

One of my favorite teachers, Madame Killlelay, taught high school French. I think she tops…

Nice is nice (PG13)

July 13, 2017

Was a hot day in Nice. I had some down time before the flight back…

Comrades in arms…

July 10, 2017

And legs. And mind, body and spirit. Just whisper “Kowies, Fields, Bothas, Inchanga or Polly…

Triple death by…

July 7, 2017

Seriously? It’s Saturday morning. I mean what kind of message is that suppose to send…

Wump-Wump-Wump

July 6, 2017

Thursday afternoon Dad via text: “send a pic people here want to see” Dad’s internal…

La Decima

July 5, 2017

He’s a god, a modern day god, like Zeus with a tennis racket. And we…

Just read about another earthquake in region, this one in Japan registering somewhere between 7.4 on the low end and 8.8 on the high end, the reports conflict.  Regardless, that’s a lot of movement.  When the ground shifts, a variance of 1.2 is nickel and dime.

This brings me to this whole plate tectonics thing.  I am reading a book, Atlantic, by Simon Winchester, the guy that wrote Krakatoa, and as I was dozing off between paragraphs last night something jumped out and whacked me upside the head.

The theory of plate tectonics was not really known until the mid-60s.  As in the 1960s. Not the 1860s or 1760s but the 1960s.  That’s not that long ago.  I assumed it has been around a while, discovered by someone like Michelangelo or Darwin or even Einstein.

Apparently the theory came into being on the heals of the theory of “continental drift” when they started mapping the ocean floor and discovered that the entire floor is moving not just the land above the waterline.  Makes sense when you think about it.  How self-centered we were to think that only our known world was moving – the parts we could actually see.  It never occurred to people that everything was somehow connected and all of it was moving – turns out there are really big mountain ranges that we can’t see that are really, really active (think Ring of Fire in the Pacific). Phew, now there’s a lesson, as I said it whacks you upside the head.

This brings me to all the quake activity.  We are rocking and rolling in this neck of the woods and every time we get news of another one my mind races back to Santa Monica in January 1994 at 4:31am.  I know what it’s like to be in a 6.7.  It’s not fun.

When I see numbers like today’s 7.4-8.8 or the 7.1 last September or even a 6.3 less than 5K beneath the surface just a few weeks ago I shudder to think what it is like on the ground.  These folks are getting rattled.   Send out your thoughts and positive energy, they need all they can get..

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