i was all set to write a post about some obscure band, as is par for the course for this blog. maybe make a couple of off-color jokes about some random ethnicity/religion/gender, wrap up with a non sequitur and call it a day.
then 7/29 came along and changed everything.
i was at work today, processing complaints, maximizing my synergy... you know, the traditional pursuits of the modern wage slave. no thought to the next day, except insofar as its arrival would mark the passing of a previous 24-hour period of boredom and irrelevance. i finished up working on a particular document and turned to my next task.
and then the earth began to shake.
twenty seconds later, the world had changed forever.
overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
but we still got terrorists here livin'
-black eyed peas, "where is the love?"
to be clear, the terrorists will.i.am is referring to are earthquakes
later, when i got home this afternoon (my hands still shaking), i read the news to see if i could find out anything about who survived. i learned of a man in los angeles who broke his leg trying to escape from an elevator, and i thought "that could have been me."
that could have been me.
i read a story in the la times about a cable technician who was stuck up a phone pole during 7/29:
Robert Heded, 32, a Time Warner technician who lives in Culver City, was about 30 feet up a telephone pole at La Cienega and Pico boulevards in Los Angeles when the quake hit.
"I just sat there and waited, kinda rode it out," he said a while later as he bought an energy drink at a 7-Eleven, still dressed in his reflective safety vest.
The lines were "swaying a lot more than usual, about four feet from side to side," he said. "I wasn't sure what was happening, if it was an earthquake or if it was me." Heded said he finished up his work, still strapped to the pole in his safety gear. Then made his way down.
that could have been me up that telephone pole, swaying at nature's every whim. that could have been me, not sure if it was an earthquake or if it was me!
that could have been me in my reflective safety vest.
so here i am, trying to regain some semblance of what i had before 7/29 took it all away. am i succeeding in any way?
well, i do know one thing. from now on, no more sarcasm, no more jabs at shitty bands. there are more important tasks at hand. like ascertaining the truth behind 7/29. unraveling the tangled threads of deception and hidden truths will take some work. some of it exposes itself (how could a man break his leg trying to get out of an elevator?). other parts, you have to delve deeper than the surface (what was that cable worker doing at the top of the pole? was he doing repair work, or was it something more... insidious?). cui bono? who benefits?
in the end, though, a man must make his own truth, and hope that its veracity shines brightly enough that it fades away all doubt in those who don't believe. i hope that this final image may do the same for you:
california kind of looks like israel. coincidence?
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