February 23rd, 2011

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rūaumoko

So, most of the world probably knows by now about the second big earthquake in Christchurch. Certainly if the number of contacts I've had from those on the other side of the world enquiring if we're ok is anything to go by, anyway.

We are ok. Wellington is 300 or so kilometres from Christchurch. We felt the quake here and I got home to find one end of the washing line leaning over but that's the extent of it for Wellington. No work got done in my office yesterday afternoon. We joke about how New Zealand is so small that everyone knows everyone else - it's not quite true but there's nobody here that doesn't know somebody there, and yesterday was all about trying to find out if those people were ok. The only person I don't know about yet is phaetonschariot so if anyone's heard from her I'd love to know.

Wellington was very quiet this morning. It took me a while to realise what was missing - it was the voices of people chatting the way they normally do on the way to work. Today, everyone was in their own zone, avoiding eye contact, stern-faced and silent. It was eerie.

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All of which caused me to stop watching Libya. Apparently their esteemed leader, who I suspect is a bit mad, has vowed to go down fighting and thinks he'll be a martyr that way. He made a speech about this sometime after we all got distracted. The pictures coming out of Libya yesterday were horrific but it appears that at least some members of the army and airforce there are refusing to turn guns on their fellow citizens and have defected. I hope there will be no more bloodshed. Can we have some good news now?

Also, is there anyone in the world who knows how to spell the Libyan leader's name?

[EDIT] More places to offer beds.