On the earthquake and tsunamis
Dec. 31st, 2004 09:32 amI've been getting caught up. The disaster struck while I was on vacation in Kentucky, so I didn't really get the full impact of what was going on at the time--without Internet access to speak of, I got the news in dribs and drabs. Now that
solarbird and I are back, I've been reading various and sundry stories on cnn.com and the BBC News site, trying to bend my brain around the magnitude of what has occurred.
I can barely begin to do so. It's started to gel, looking at the "Viewer discretion is advised" gallery of pictures of the devastation and some of the survivors up on cnn.com. One picture standing out in my brain is the one of the little girl whose head was quite battered on the right side. Her picture's caption reported that she was suffering severe memory loss. And I'm thinking, "Yeah..." Because this is the kind of unbelievably traumatic thing that would make a frightened little girl's memory shut down.
And when I looked at the little 8-frame Flash animation that the BBC site has of what happened, and saw the graph that measured the waves at 10 meters, my brain went, "That's 30 feet..." And now, typing this out, I realize that's wrong. It's 38 feet, 10 inches--in other words, nearly 40 feet. That's almost eight times my own height. Just thinking about that high of a wall of water slamming into a coastline makes me think of disaster movies, cheesy or otherwise. Except this wasn't a movie. It was real.
I read eyewitness accounts reported by the BBC, see descriptions of the blue ocean waters turned brown with debris--and bodies--and I shudder.
Dara says that there are reports of some areas who have been flattened by the tsunamis having the added complication of dozens of crocodiles being washed ashore. And I think, damn. The places are flattened already; these people are homeless. They desperately need food and water. And OH LOOK! CROCODILES! That just feels like an extra special added "fuck you" from the universe.
I watch the death toll rise and rise, and have a very real fear that we're going to see a million dead by the time they make their way through counting the bodies they've got. I fully expect that number to soar past that as many who are presumed dead must inevitably be declared that when they can't find the bodies. And then we'll have the number grow all the more as hunger and disease bulldoze through the survivors.
I see the posts of
william_mize and
demonhaunted on my Friends list, and feel the echoes of what has happened rippling out to hit me. I'm far, far away from this disaster; no one I know or love was at risk. And yet, I can feel the aftershocks.
I need to make a donation. There are so many agencies putting out the call, though, that I am a little overwhelmed by the options. I've donated to the Red Cross before, but I'm just wondering if there is any argument for donating to any other agency--or whether it hardly matters as long as I donate. Share your thoughts with me on this, people.
And count me thankful for every single of you being all right. To any of you who might have loved ones in the stricken areas... please know that I will have every hope for their safety.
I can barely begin to do so. It's started to gel, looking at the "Viewer discretion is advised" gallery of pictures of the devastation and some of the survivors up on cnn.com. One picture standing out in my brain is the one of the little girl whose head was quite battered on the right side. Her picture's caption reported that she was suffering severe memory loss. And I'm thinking, "Yeah..." Because this is the kind of unbelievably traumatic thing that would make a frightened little girl's memory shut down.
And when I looked at the little 8-frame Flash animation that the BBC site has of what happened, and saw the graph that measured the waves at 10 meters, my brain went, "That's 30 feet..." And now, typing this out, I realize that's wrong. It's 38 feet, 10 inches--in other words, nearly 40 feet. That's almost eight times my own height. Just thinking about that high of a wall of water slamming into a coastline makes me think of disaster movies, cheesy or otherwise. Except this wasn't a movie. It was real.
I read eyewitness accounts reported by the BBC, see descriptions of the blue ocean waters turned brown with debris--and bodies--and I shudder.
Dara says that there are reports of some areas who have been flattened by the tsunamis having the added complication of dozens of crocodiles being washed ashore. And I think, damn. The places are flattened already; these people are homeless. They desperately need food and water. And OH LOOK! CROCODILES! That just feels like an extra special added "fuck you" from the universe.
I watch the death toll rise and rise, and have a very real fear that we're going to see a million dead by the time they make their way through counting the bodies they've got. I fully expect that number to soar past that as many who are presumed dead must inevitably be declared that when they can't find the bodies. And then we'll have the number grow all the more as hunger and disease bulldoze through the survivors.
I see the posts of
I need to make a donation. There are so many agencies putting out the call, though, that I am a little overwhelmed by the options. I've donated to the Red Cross before, but I'm just wondering if there is any argument for donating to any other agency--or whether it hardly matters as long as I donate. Share your thoughts with me on this, people.
And count me thankful for every single of you being all right. To any of you who might have loved ones in the stricken areas... please know that I will have every hope for their safety.
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Date: 2004-12-31 05:57 pm (UTC)This goes directly to the Thai Red Cross. Not the American Red Cross, who might use it in other places, or to cover the expense of getting useless people over there.
That's what I did :)
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Date: 2004-12-31 08:22 pm (UTC)When I was in the fourth grade, I read an article in some magazine somewhere that said most relief agencies spend 90 per cent of their budget on administrative salaries. So, I began telling my classmates we shouldn't Trick-or-Treat for UNICEF...
They expelled me from school.
The numbers may be better now, but they still spend a hell of a lot of money on administrivia. PS I worked as a Red Cross volunteer, putting together boxes of stuff to send to Bosnia. They don't get any breaks on postage or shipping from anyone, so every penny counts.
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Date: 2005-01-01 01:07 am (UTC)Nothing brings it home for me like video
Date: 2004-12-31 08:35 pm (UTC)Terrifying.
Re: Nothing brings it home for me like video
Date: 2004-12-31 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-31 08:47 pm (UTC)Last somebody talked to my coworker in Phuket, she seemed optimistic about getting home this weekend. Keeping my fingers crossed... And also being somewhat aghast after reading in the paper today that the bars and brothels in Phuket are all open and thriving once more. As one australian bar customer was quoted (paraphrasing): 'Yeah, I heard there was a wave. I think it's all rather exaggerated'.'
Children drown, brothel customers survive -- and to round off the image, they had a bishop on tv speaking of how important God was in all of this. o.O
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Date: 2005-01-01 12:59 am (UTC)*gape* What a jerk. :P
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Date: 2005-01-01 12:24 am (UTC)Here are some ratings a geek has compiled:
http://www.benjaminrosenbaum.com/blog/archives/2004_12.html#000151
Cathy
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Date: 2005-01-01 12:56 am (UTC)