Last night, at 12:56, there was an earthquake in the Midlands that measured 5.2 on the Richter Scale. Unlike last time I was actually awake when this one struck. Although, I have to say that 'struck' is rather a strong word, I'm a pretty long way from the epicentre.
I was reading in bed ('Go Tell it on the Mountain' by James Baldwin, fact fans) when all the doors and windows started to rattle, one of my guitars fell over, and lots of stuff on the desk either rolled off it or fell over. It lasted about 10 seconds and was hardly a dazzling display of nature's awesome power, I've done more damage by farting, but it was certainly noticeable. The thing I find strange was that my reaction was simply to think 'hmm, that was odd.' and go back to my book. I didn't think it was an earthquake, I didn't have any idea what it might have been, but I felt no need to try and find out what it was.
-Ben
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England and Vermont are quite alike. We just don't do really dangerous weather or scary bugs or massive earthquakes. But I've definitely felt a couple of mild earthquakes here and I think they're mighty fun! I felt a couple in Berkeley as well but that's just like sneezing out there.
except when your housemate has stuff perched precariously over halogen lamps and catches the wall on fire. then you discover that the fire extinguishers in your house are over 30 years old and have 0 pressure. berkeley does not take kindly to these things.
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