The other night my son called. Mike informed me that a Tsunami warning had been issued for the coast of California. TSUNAMI WARNING!
Mike went on to explain that there had been a 7 point earthquake north of San Francisco. He was hearing reports of it all over the radio.
I hadn't felt anything here and everything seemed calm. Maybe it was too calm. Nothing was being said on the television I had just turned on. Nothing was rocking. Mike told me I was too far inland to be affected. Good. I am not quite sure why he called with the news, but when we got off the phone, I rushed to my computer and sure enough, there it was. The Tsunami Alert. By the time I finished looking into the information the alert was called off.
Those of us who live in California are always feeling earthquakes. Most are generally ignored as people go on with their business. I often think I am feeling the ground moving. But then, I seem to be feeling a lot of odd things lately. I'm never quite sure if it is something only I am feeling, or something is really happening.
After all, I am getting older, and I seem to get lots of odd and strange sensations lately. I'm never too sure what to pay attention to and what to discount. I really don't want to become a jumpy complaining old lady. So, even though my mind becomes very active with frightful possibilities, I try not to bore everyone with all this stuff.
That is why last Sunday, while lazing about late in bed, I didn't even get up and check when I felt the bed rolling and weaving merrily underneath me. It was only later, when Pete came home from an early morning errand, and asked if I had felt the earthquake, that I knew for sure my senses were correct.
This afternoon I started to feel the familiar rock and rolling again. I was at the beauty salon being beautified. I noticed that a lamp on the table near me was gently swinging to and fro. No one said a thing, and all present were continuing their usual conversations as if nothing was happening.
I asked; "Is anyone else feeling an earthquake?" "Yes" said several people. But apparently no one felt that they should be impolite enough to break into anyone's conversation to mention it.
My question prompted one client, who was getting ready to leave, to go out to her car to check if there was news of it on her car radio. She came quickly back into the salon with the news that it was being reported that a 5.0 quake centered near Yucaipa had occurred.
I'm thinking "Maybe all of this commotion is responsible for the comment section on my blog being broken." That seemed like a logical conclusion to me.
I'd reported problem to Mike yesterday, when I discovered that I could not delete spam pings and comments. He informed me that something was wrong with the server and later that day that something complicated was busted, but that he would look into it. It stayed broken all day.
Mike called a while ago. My comment section is working again. As I understand it, Moveable Type had turned off the comments of all the blogs due to an overwhelming amount of SPAM. I think Mike said that he rewrote or changed the script and that corrected the problem. I haven't got a clue exactly what that means, but it is not broken anymore.
I use the term 'server', but I don't really know what that is. I imagine it to be a building size computer with millions of ones and zeroes whizzing around inside of it. Feel free to correct me.
For years I used to ask people who their 'server' was. No one seemed to know what I was talking about. Finally, one day Michael realized what I was talking about and explained that what I really meant to be asking people was; "Who is your Internet Service Provider or ISP."
I think at that time he explained what a 'server' is. But, I am not sure that I remember. But I am quite sure that it is something solid and we don't keep them in our homes.
Posted by Judi at June 16, 2005 9:55 PM | TrackBack