Saturday, February 26, 2011

A tweet I regret.

Tweet I regret. A lot.

I was sitting at my desk at work, eleven stories up, when I felt the earthquake.
It went on for a long time. So long that I sent a message out on twitter and saw both before and after my tweet, similar Wellington based messages. After it stopped I thought about it and decided that I really rather liked these little reminders that we are small and insignificant. And then I sent the message that starts this entry.

What I didn't know then was that the earthquake I'd felt in Wellington was actually centred over three hundred kilometres away in Christchurch.

NZPA Photo of Quake Damage

6 months ago Christchurch was rocked an earthquake. It hit in the early hours of the morning and there were no deaths or injuries.
It seems that was only a practice run.
This earthquake hit just before 1pm on a weekday. People were at work, at home, out at lunch. Exchange students were in classes and tourists were in the Cathedral. I was in my office, wondering why my screen was shaking.

Everyone I know spent that afternoon glued to the television.
Parliament rose early.
There was a profound sense of shock. We saw the shock we felt etched on the dust covered faces of the people in Christchurch. I watched the unedited footage and saw someone rescued from the top of a flattened building, I saw people loaded in to the back of SUVs as the city ran out of ambulances, I saw broken buildings and broken people.

We clung to social networking sites and I have never been more glad to have twitter. Never more glad to be able to help in my small small way.
I watched as messages headed into the ether, asking if this person or at person was okay, people sending messages that they were okay, offers of assistance. I retweeted what I could, getting messages to a wider audience, but terrified of sending out misinformation.

I have no family in Christchurch. There was no one I was frantically trying to get hold of. I am loath to admit how much the earthquake has affected me because, in the most basic sense, it has not.

But I live in Wellington. We have been warned how overdue for "the big one" our city is. There is the guilt that it should have been us and not Christchurch. There is the guilt that we are relieved it was not us.

I held Craig close that night. We decided on meeting places in Wellington and vowed to get a survival kit together. I thanked whatever gods there are out there that we were safe.

At the time of writing the death toll in Christchurch is 145. There are still more missing. Our garden city has made news across the world and international urban search and rescue teams have come to our aid.

I have donated. I have worn black. I will observe two minutes of silence.
I will offer all I can and do my job diligently and to the best of my ability. Christchurch needs the rest of New Zealand to keep the country running.
They are a little busy right now.

If you can please spare a dollar or two to help

Monday, February 21, 2011

Our Weekend

Heading off!

Crowds. Halfway


Almost done!

I finished the 7km Round the Bays (walk) in 1hr 11 minutes, coming 5833 out of over 11000.

Craig on his 6 hour Mountain Bike Relay

Craig on his 6 hour Mountain Bike Relay

Craig & his office team came 2nd out of 7 teams in the 6 hour Mountain Biike Relay.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

365 in 2011

Oh Darling 365

Sunday: Hero, Ursula, and Carol
Another rehearsal for Much Ado About Nothing.

Monday: Cone at the Train Station
Valentines Day. Craig was out rockclimbing so I spent the evening with the train, a bus, and on my own at home.

Tuesday: Ad on the Bus
On Tuesday Craig was out training for his mountain bike race on Saturday. So I caught the train and then the bus. Again.
I just really liked this ad.

Wednesday: adorable packaging
I am a sucker for adorable packaging. The hearts box contains a nightdress of the same print.

Thursday: Race pack collected
I picked up my race pack for the Round the Bays. I was number 8177. Petra and I organised to walk it together.
Maybe next year I'll run it.

Friday: mildly amusing book title
The VERY Important Godwit. Adorable.

Saturday: rehearsal
Another all day rehearsal. While I was not onstage I acted as prompt.
In this bit Benedick is being not-very-nice about my character.


French Knot