i was on my couch, watching the news about rebels capturing gadhafi’s stronghold when i felt my couch move a bit. i thought “earthquake,” then dismissed that right away. earthquake in new york? pfft! then i looked out the window to see if there was a particularly big truck rumbling down the street. nope. by now, i’ve realized the entire building is swaying. it was, indeed, an earthquake.
remember the big earthquake back when we were freshmen in college? i was napping in my dorm room when i felt the bed start rocking and shaking. i honestly thought i was being attacked by a poltergeist (we’d just heard kalayaan ghost stories so hauntings were quite fresh in my head). then a friend banged on the door and screamed my name, trying to wake me up. when we finally stumbled out onto the hallway, we saw through the windows that telephone poles were bending like they were made of rubber.
we stayed on the first floor of kalayaan that night. all of the dormers. i can’t remember if we hung out that night. we knew each other already, but i don’t think we were good friends yet.
anyway, there was little structural damage in new york. but there was a lot of rattled nerves, as shown by the posts on FB and twitter. californians were apparently laughing at new yorkers’ “over” reaction to the “slight” tremors.