I don't know if this is just me, or most people, but I spend most of my time disconnected from world news. I'm plenty connected, but mostly in a social network or in-person social sense. Living in New York City is sort of a bubble that way. You don't have the time to sit down on the couch and turn on the news. You're reading novels, seeing shows, going to bars, working at a day job. And so maybe you miss some things that so many other people are aware of.
Take, for instance, this bitch of a hurricane named Irene (not cool that we're about to apparently be clobbered or worse by a hurricane named after every diner waitress in America.) "More coffee, Hon? How about I knock your power out and smash all your windows? Okay sweetie, take your time, I'm here all night."
Um, so I actually took a few minutes today to look at these things called news websites. And now I'm sorta scared. A Gawker article is saying that scientists and mathematicians are forecasting that NYC's subway system could end up flooded, that everything could be wrecked. That's pretty fucking scary. This past week when we experienced our little aftershock from the mini DC quake, I felt something I haven't felt since September 11th: vulnerable. And it was a scary feeling to remember.
There's something about being in this city. You work, you play, you climb skyscrapers and go beneath the ground to zip along the island. You can find yourself staying on this tiny island for WEEKS without escaping its 10+ miles of space. Why? Because everything's here. And we're a bubble. A very lucky bubble that has ::knock on wood:: faced minimal amounts of TRUE tragedy through time.
Until, apparently, this weekend. Well fuck! What's going to happen? Will we lose power? Are cars going to be flying around like that cow in Twister? Will there be looting and rioting? What will be destroyed and what will be saved? Should I be fucking hightailing it out of town right now, leaving the rest of my stuff to be ruined? Or do I stay put and it turns out to be nothing?
Lord knows my mother is panicking. The news is panicking. EVERYONE is panicking. And yet, here I am at my day job. There we were last night partying and drinking at Splash. I just think so many New Yorkers assume it'll go off-course or weaken to the equivalent of a strong sneeze. We feel impervious, super-powered. We're NEW YAWK FUCKIN CITY, BITCHES! ::groin grab:: I sure hope that's the case.
And I'm scared of losing my creature comforts... I'm BIG into those. No Internet? I'll go batty. No power? Motherfuck! No WATER? Jesus Christ!!! Can you imagine? I can't. And I don't want to. I'll just lie down on my couch with my boyfriend, go to sleep, and pray our windows don't blow in on us or something.
Listen, guys. Just... be safe, okay? And try to stay connected to some sort of news source, just in case this fucker ends up being as bad as the worriers are claiming.
Read "How to Prepare for a Hurricane"
<3 JL
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