Acceptance
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.'
-- Robert Frost
Merry Christmas one and all. (~_-)
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
On a different note, you may or may not have heard the cases of people publicly soliciting "directed" donation of organs for themselves or loved ones. There have been a few recent cases with some publicity on this. I thought you might like to know the United Network for Organ Sharing (UNOS)'s stance on the matter, which is also CTDN's stance:
You are probably familiar with recent instances where transplant candidates or their family members have solicited deceased donors for their individual need through public communications such as billboards and web sites. There have also been isolated attempts to learn the identity of potential deceased donors and individually contact the potential donor’s family[...]
The overwhelming majority of deceased donor transplants occur anonymously and without specifying an intended recipient of the donated organ. The existence of a personal bond that would cause a donor or donor family to favor a named transplant candidate is rare. Attempts to develop such a personal bond through unsolicited contact with or public appeals to families of deceased donors are problematic[...]
Recognizing that organ donation and transplantation are founded on altruism and equity, the OPTN/UNOS Board of Directors opposes any attempt by an individual transplant candidate (or his/her representatives) to solicit organ donation from a deceased donor ahead of other waiting candidates in a manner that subverts the established principles and objectives of equitable organ allocation. This is a particular concern when commercial space is utilized to solicit directed donation from a member of the public for a specific candidate. Such efforts may divert organs from patients with critical need to those who are less ill. In addition, such appeals, although well-intentioned, compromise the principle of fairness.
The Board encourages anyone considering a public appeal to promote the overall need for organ donation and not solicit an organ donation for an individual candidate. (my bold)
Food for thought -- should this topic come up in your daily life, consider doing a little educational outreach. :)
You are probably familiar with recent instances where transplant candidates or their family members have solicited deceased donors for their individual need through public communications such as billboards and web sites. There have also been isolated attempts to learn the identity of potential deceased donors and individually contact the potential donor’s family[...]
The overwhelming majority of deceased donor transplants occur anonymously and without specifying an intended recipient of the donated organ. The existence of a personal bond that would cause a donor or donor family to favor a named transplant candidate is rare. Attempts to develop such a personal bond through unsolicited contact with or public appeals to families of deceased donors are problematic[...]
Recognizing that organ donation and transplantation are founded on altruism and equity, the OPTN/UNOS Board of Directors opposes any attempt by an individual transplant candidate (or his/her representatives) to solicit organ donation from a deceased donor ahead of other waiting candidates in a manner that subverts the established principles and objectives of equitable organ allocation. This is a particular concern when commercial space is utilized to solicit directed donation from a member of the public for a specific candidate. Such efforts may divert organs from patients with critical need to those who are less ill. In addition, such appeals, although well-intentioned, compromise the principle of fairness.
The Board encourages anyone considering a public appeal to promote the overall need for organ donation and not solicit an organ donation for an individual candidate. (my bold)
Food for thought -- should this topic come up in your daily life, consider doing a little educational outreach. :)
The holiday party CTDN had this past Saturday was a blast. I forgot my digital camera, though, so I'll have to wait and see if any of the other people send out an email with pictures. :( Steve came with me and though he didn't have a tie with red in it to match my red dress, he still looked dashing and handsome.
They had some casino booths set up and gave us a fake $500 bill with which to 'gamble.' Any chips we had at the end of the night went toward raffle tickets. Steve and I played roulette for hours -- the first time for both of us -- and he divised a pretty solid system that won him either 35 to 1 or 8 to 1 odds fairly frequently. Because the raffle was technically for CTDN employees, he donated his extra chips to me, so I had twice the chips with which to enter the raffle.
I did win 3 raffle prizes (!): a round of mini-golf, a free lunch at a nice restaurant, AND...a massage and facial at a local spa!!! Very exciting. And Irma, who had to leave early, gave me her chips, and I put her name in too -- so she also won mini-golf and free pizza hut.
Lucky girl I was this weekend. (*^_^*)
They had some casino booths set up and gave us a fake $500 bill with which to 'gamble.' Any chips we had at the end of the night went toward raffle tickets. Steve and I played roulette for hours -- the first time for both of us -- and he divised a pretty solid system that won him either 35 to 1 or 8 to 1 odds fairly frequently. Because the raffle was technically for CTDN employees, he donated his extra chips to me, so I had twice the chips with which to enter the raffle.
I did win 3 raffle prizes (!): a round of mini-golf, a free lunch at a nice restaurant, AND...a massage and facial at a local spa!!! Very exciting. And Irma, who had to leave early, gave me her chips, and I put her name in too -- so she also won mini-golf and free pizza hut.
Lucky girl I was this weekend. (*^_^*)
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Thanksgiving was a huge (and by huge I mean enormously fattening) success. I even made the pumpkin pie this year, thanks to a coworker's recipe, and it came out shockingly well. It's amazing what a thrill one can get from the simple act of creation -- in this case, baking.
My newest addition to my nutcracker collection is a Jester, signed by Steinbach himself. VERY cool. The jester was the unofficial mascot at EWS, thanks to Revels.
We also were treated to a delicious meal at a decadent new restaurant in Colonial Williamsburg -- the Fat Canary. I adore their insignia, which I'll post shortly.
We're finally being plunged into our 'winter' here in California -- I'm freezing today!! The local weather report has today's temp at 53 degrees...have I grown SO thin-skinned?? They'll make a cali-girl of me yet...Steve pointed out that only in California does winter mean that everything turns green. And it's true. The famous tall grass coating the rolling hills of California that gave it its nickname -- the golden state -- turns a lush green during the fall thanks to the cooler temps and added precipitation.
2 weeks from Thursday Steve and I will be on a plane to the East Coast. I can't believe it, and I can't wait. In the meantime I'm throwing myself headlong into the gauntlet that is Christmas shopping...so much stuff, so much cost, so hard to make a decision...
My newest addition to my nutcracker collection is a Jester, signed by Steinbach himself. VERY cool. The jester was the unofficial mascot at EWS, thanks to Revels.
We also were treated to a delicious meal at a decadent new restaurant in Colonial Williamsburg -- the Fat Canary. I adore their insignia, which I'll post shortly.
We're finally being plunged into our 'winter' here in California -- I'm freezing today!! The local weather report has today's temp at 53 degrees...have I grown SO thin-skinned?? They'll make a cali-girl of me yet...Steve pointed out that only in California does winter mean that everything turns green. And it's true. The famous tall grass coating the rolling hills of California that gave it its nickname -- the golden state -- turns a lush green during the fall thanks to the cooler temps and added precipitation.
2 weeks from Thursday Steve and I will be on a plane to the East Coast. I can't believe it, and I can't wait. In the meantime I'm throwing myself headlong into the gauntlet that is Christmas shopping...so much stuff, so much cost, so hard to make a decision...
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Just another example of how great CTDN is: both Christmas Day and New Year's Day -- standard holidays from work -- fall on Saturdays this year. So our CEO decided not only to give us Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve off, as per our policy, but the Thursdays before as well, since ordinarily we would get two days per holiday.
Now tell me, what company follows that logic?? And yes, they're paid holidays.
I was going to take the Thursday before Christmas Eve off anyway, since I'll be in CT. What this new announcement means, though, is that Thursday won't count against my personal vacation time. And my first week back from said vacation will be a 3 day week.
Fa la la la la, la la la RA!
Now tell me, what company follows that logic?? And yes, they're paid holidays.
I was going to take the Thursday before Christmas Eve off anyway, since I'll be in CT. What this new announcement means, though, is that Thursday won't count against my personal vacation time. And my first week back from said vacation will be a 3 day week.
Fa la la la la, la la la RA!
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
While doing data entry, the brain is driven to create random and crazy things to compensate for the tedious orderliness of entry after entry. 
This time, unfortunately, there were victims involved.
Anthony pointed out to me the really beauty of this picture -- it's a visual pun.
He's drowning in life savers. :o)
This time, unfortunately, there were victims involved.
Anthony pointed out to me the really beauty of this picture -- it's a visual pun.
He's drowning in life savers. :o)
Sometimes, particularly on especially stressful days, I am struck by just how weird it is to be human, in light of all the arbitrary and bizarre constructs we have set up around ourselves. Some of it seems real -- finding a mate, or a meal, for example -- but some of it, especially the work world, with all of the anxiety and neuroses that have nothing to do with physical danger, is just so bizarre.
How the heck did all of humanity get me to the point where I'm trying to speak as quickly as I can about dental plan websites to a manager who is trying to get an appointment in before the plan year is out?
How the heck did all of humanity get me to the point where I'm trying to speak as quickly as I can about dental plan websites to a manager who is trying to get an appointment in before the plan year is out?
Thursday, November 11, 2004
This is a nifty hippo holder that I found at a second-hand store. I think it's from the 70s. It tends to hold my post-its and pens, though here one of my coworkers has fed it a persimmon. ;)
Click on the word "persimmon" to relive my first experience with one nearly a year ago.
Click on the word "persimmon" to relive my first experience with one nearly a year ago.
Friday, November 05, 2004
This year marks the second election I've ever been able to vote in, and the first time that I educated myself on the state and local issues as well as the presidential race. I watched two out of the four debates (the first and last presidential ones); donated money; read the newspaper, newsletters, and email forwards; and all around did my darndest to stay informed and involved.
I must say, it's a hard pill to swallow when you put so much of your mental energy into something and then your candidate doesn't get elected or your measure doesn't pass (but what a thrill when it does work out...stem cell research, for example). It's startling to see, every four years, just exactly where your opinions stand among your fellow countrymen, and where your city/town, county, state, and region stand. The vote seems to me to be just as beneficial as a national poll as it is an election.
Steve and I spent some time last night at dinner discussing where else in the world we might want to live. We went over the roster -- Europe, Russia, Asia, Africa, Central and South America, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, the Caribbean...but the truth is, no matter who is in power, there's really no place like the U.S. once you're used to it.
In the end, we decided that if the Continental U.S. drove us crazy, we'd move to Alaska or Hawaii. We figured six months of winter and a ratio of 7 men to every 1 woman, or volcanoes, tsunamis, and mice infestation might take our minds off the powers that be...
...at least until the next election. See you in two years. *Sigh.*
I must say, it's a hard pill to swallow when you put so much of your mental energy into something and then your candidate doesn't get elected or your measure doesn't pass (but what a thrill when it does work out...stem cell research, for example). It's startling to see, every four years, just exactly where your opinions stand among your fellow countrymen, and where your city/town, county, state, and region stand. The vote seems to me to be just as beneficial as a national poll as it is an election.
Steve and I spent some time last night at dinner discussing where else in the world we might want to live. We went over the roster -- Europe, Russia, Asia, Africa, Central and South America, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, the Caribbean...but the truth is, no matter who is in power, there's really no place like the U.S. once you're used to it.
In the end, we decided that if the Continental U.S. drove us crazy, we'd move to Alaska or Hawaii. We figured six months of winter and a ratio of 7 men to every 1 woman, or volcanoes, tsunamis, and mice infestation might take our minds off the powers that be...
...at least until the next election. See you in two years. *Sigh.*
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Did YOU vote today?
Everybody's doing it.
I will have done my part to effect change in my local, state and federal governments at approximately 4:45pm PST today.
If there's anything George Bush's presidency has unequivocally and inarguably done, it's been to rally an unprecedented national interest and involvement in politics in all previously apathetic demographics. For him or against him, you're talking about him.
Everybody's doing it.
I will have done my part to effect change in my local, state and federal governments at approximately 4:45pm PST today.
If there's anything George Bush's presidency has unequivocally and inarguably done, it's been to rally an unprecedented national interest and involvement in politics in all previously apathetic demographics. For him or against him, you're talking about him.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Your prey is one of the dumbest birds on earth. As dumb as a rock, and therefore aptly named: Rock Dove. More commonly known as a pigeon. Sitting atop a building at the crest of the hill on 19th street, a particularly fat and naive one wobbles into view, mid-street. You see red, smell victory. Your lovely flight-ready feathers are nearly silent as you dive bomb and - SUCCESS! - clasp your unwittingly witless prey in your steely grip. You take a moment to savor the idiocy of the foul fattie beneath your claws -- and hear a noise. Human voices. Two of them emerge from the front gate of a house nearby and head towards you. "What is that?" you hear, and they continue to approach. You can't risk it -- as they stop in awe, you release your voluptuous victim and escape to the top of the nearest building. "That was a HAWK!" they screech, as the portly pigeon flees to the shadows of a nearby truck, unscathed and barely aware of its brush with death. HAWK?? Come on. You're small, your tail is small, your beak is small, your coloring smooth, and your tail is most certainly not red. They advance on the site of your attack, but alas, you had not even shed blood yet -- nothing but a handful of scattered feathers marks the spot. They look up at you, the female puts on her glasses, the male suggests red-tailed hawk, the female insists on later research, noting your small beak. As they walk away, you hear the male say, "in all my years of living here I've NEVER seen that before..." Your pudgey prey is at this point well-hidden, and escapes unpunished...for now...
(editor's note...to see the birds you actually probably were, go here for theory 1 and here for theory 2 (female).)
(editor's note...to see the birds you actually probably were, go here for theory 1 and here for theory 2 (female).)
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
You might find this a little hard to swallow -- but it's good to have this approached in moderation for once. I found this on snopes.com:
Claim: 75% of Americans are "chronically dehydrated" because they fail to drink eight glasses of water per day.
Status: False.
The URL for this page is http://www.snopes.com/toxins/water.htm
Urban Legends Reference Pages © 1995-2004 by Barbara and David P. Mikkelson
I wanted to reproduce the whole article here, but it's copyrighted, so I daren't. Please visit it, at my request. ;o)
Claim: 75% of Americans are "chronically dehydrated" because they fail to drink eight glasses of water per day.
Status: False.
The URL for this page is http://www.snopes.com/toxins/water.htm
Urban Legends Reference Pages © 1995-2004 by Barbara and David P. Mikkelson
I wanted to reproduce the whole article here, but it's copyrighted, so I daren't. Please visit it, at my request. ;o)
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Hi All. S'been a while since I blogged, and I'm up in the middle of the night on Saturday and feeling responsible for your information withdrawal. My visit with Mom and Steve was a success; a low key weekend of walking around and eating and them getting to know my Steve, and vice versa. From what I've heard there was approval all around. My life collects snow and starts to roll down hill...hits a mogul and experiences a moment of anti-gravity where everything is suspended, only to land with a whoomp and keep accelerating. I'm in the anti-gravity right now, or you wouldn't be hearing from me. And yet all the stuff of living floating around me as I rise upward in a spray of snowflakes is just out of grasp; this is all you're getting, folks. A moment in Elise's metaphorical brain where she looks around and says, "Oh."
But it's a good "oh." I'll be blogging again when the momentum resumes.
But it's a good "oh." I'll be blogging again when the momentum resumes.
Monday, October 04, 2004
The house warming party was a success. We bought WAY too much food and drink but that's cool, because should a nuclear incident occur we can live off sausage and tostitos for at least a week, and we can bathe in vodka should the water source be contaminated.
Don't ask me where that came from...
...in any case, I'd say we had about 25 people show up, but between 5-10 people actually there at any given time, from 4pm to 11pmish. Steve and I were able to indulge in a very satisfied collapse on the couch at about midnight, with minimal clean up the next day. Thanks to consumption being primarily beer and wine on top of every carby snack you can think of, sausage dogs, garden burgers, and Steve's famous carpet-bag steaks, no one got too drunk or too tired; people seemed to wander through and camp out in all the space instead of clumping; nothing got stolen, broken, or burnt, and generally, from what I can tell, everyone had a pleasant time.
Next big test: a visit from Mom this weekend. ;)
Don't ask me where that came from...
...in any case, I'd say we had about 25 people show up, but between 5-10 people actually there at any given time, from 4pm to 11pmish. Steve and I were able to indulge in a very satisfied collapse on the couch at about midnight, with minimal clean up the next day. Thanks to consumption being primarily beer and wine on top of every carby snack you can think of, sausage dogs, garden burgers, and Steve's famous carpet-bag steaks, no one got too drunk or too tired; people seemed to wander through and camp out in all the space instead of clumping; nothing got stolen, broken, or burnt, and generally, from what I can tell, everyone had a pleasant time.
Next big test: a visit from Mom this weekend. ;)
Friday, October 01, 2004
Some pretty amazing news from the world of transplants:
Woman infertile after chemotherapy, becomes world's first ovarian transplant recipient to give birth
A 32-year-old woman, who was infertile after she
underwent chemotherapy due to Hodgkin’s lymphoma
in 1997, has become the world’s first ovarian transplant
recipient to give birth to a baby.
Ouarda Touirat gave birth on September 23 to a
healthy 8-pound, 3 ounce baby, Tamara, at Cliniques
Universitaires Saint-Luc hospital in Brussels, Belgium.
Professor Jacques Donnez, head of the Department
of Gynecology and Andrology at the hospital, removed
the ovarian tissue from Touirat before she underwent
the chemotherapy and froze it in liquid nitrogen. Five
years after she was free of cancer, the tissue was grafted
onto her fallopian tubes. Five months later her menstrual
cycle was restored and in January 2004 she conceived
naturally with her husband, a fellow Algerian, Malike,
according to press reports.
"This is the first time that the tissue was cryopreserved,
removed before chemotherapy and was
successfully implanted, Donnez said. "It is a big
message of hope for all women with cancer who have
to go and have chemotherapy."
Donnez said 146 women were undergoing the
procedure but Touirat was one of the first in 1997 who
underwent cryopreservation.
In addition to providing cancer patients with hope
of giving birth, physicians said the ground breaking
procedure one day could allow women to delay
motherhood beyond menopause, which could raise
serious ethical issues.
Donnez strongly opposed allowing the delay, saying
"the technique must be reserved for young women
with cancer." He went even farther, saying health
authorities should make it "a medical legal obligation"
to offer women who have to undergo chemotherapy
the option for fertility preservation because "more and
more women [are] surviving cancer."
--From the September 30, 2004 issue of Transplant News.
Woman infertile after chemotherapy, becomes world's first ovarian transplant recipient to give birth
A 32-year-old woman, who was infertile after she
underwent chemotherapy due to Hodgkin’s lymphoma
in 1997, has become the world’s first ovarian transplant
recipient to give birth to a baby.
Ouarda Touirat gave birth on September 23 to a
healthy 8-pound, 3 ounce baby, Tamara, at Cliniques
Universitaires Saint-Luc hospital in Brussels, Belgium.
Professor Jacques Donnez, head of the Department
of Gynecology and Andrology at the hospital, removed
the ovarian tissue from Touirat before she underwent
the chemotherapy and froze it in liquid nitrogen. Five
years after she was free of cancer, the tissue was grafted
onto her fallopian tubes. Five months later her menstrual
cycle was restored and in January 2004 she conceived
naturally with her husband, a fellow Algerian, Malike,
according to press reports.
"This is the first time that the tissue was cryopreserved,
removed before chemotherapy and was
successfully implanted, Donnez said. "It is a big
message of hope for all women with cancer who have
to go and have chemotherapy."
Donnez said 146 women were undergoing the
procedure but Touirat was one of the first in 1997 who
underwent cryopreservation.
In addition to providing cancer patients with hope
of giving birth, physicians said the ground breaking
procedure one day could allow women to delay
motherhood beyond menopause, which could raise
serious ethical issues.
Donnez strongly opposed allowing the delay, saying
"the technique must be reserved for young women
with cancer." He went even farther, saying health
authorities should make it "a medical legal obligation"
to offer women who have to undergo chemotherapy
the option for fertility preservation because "more and
more women [are] surviving cancer."
--From the September 30, 2004 issue of Transplant News.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
So I haven't updated the blog in some time. This is what has been going on:
1) As most of you know, I moved in with Steve about a week and a half ago. That's been going great. We are having our official house warming party this weekend; looking forward to having everyone check out the new digs.
2) Steve's 30th birthday was this Friday. I got him 30 roses which I placed in a vase in the middle of the living room surrounded by 30 mini-packs of tissues (With a card that said, "you look 25, you feel 25, but there's something in your eyes that somehow says, '30'...tears, I believe they're called")! I also got him a few other things, including tickets to a comedy club in North Beach that night to see Tracy Morgan, a favorite of mine from recent seasons of Saturday Night Live. We laughed pretty hard, all told...it was a great birthday. We'll continue to celebrate it with his friends at the house warming party.
3) I finally ran into Meg, one of my best friends from high school whom I hadn't seen or heard from in 5 years. We arranged to have a drink last Wednesday, and when we did, it was an astonishingly easy night of conversation and nostalgia. After all the things that we went through as teenagers, it was so pleasant to meet up as adults and get complete with everything...
4)...I then took off from the drink and went to a giants game, courtesy of my CEO, with Steve. The Giants romped on the Astros just as we got there at the bottom of the fifth -- they won 5-1. They walked Barry all 4 times he was up to bat, but the garlic fries consoled us.
5) Finally, last night Leslie and I had our final Landmark Seminar. It was great to finish up and I feel pretty complete with the whole Landmark process now.
I think that's about it...sorry for the long lapse in communication. :)
1) As most of you know, I moved in with Steve about a week and a half ago. That's been going great. We are having our official house warming party this weekend; looking forward to having everyone check out the new digs.
2) Steve's 30th birthday was this Friday. I got him 30 roses which I placed in a vase in the middle of the living room surrounded by 30 mini-packs of tissues (With a card that said, "you look 25, you feel 25, but there's something in your eyes that somehow says, '30'...tears, I believe they're called")! I also got him a few other things, including tickets to a comedy club in North Beach that night to see Tracy Morgan, a favorite of mine from recent seasons of Saturday Night Live. We laughed pretty hard, all told...it was a great birthday. We'll continue to celebrate it with his friends at the house warming party.
3) I finally ran into Meg, one of my best friends from high school whom I hadn't seen or heard from in 5 years. We arranged to have a drink last Wednesday, and when we did, it was an astonishingly easy night of conversation and nostalgia. After all the things that we went through as teenagers, it was so pleasant to meet up as adults and get complete with everything...
4)...I then took off from the drink and went to a giants game, courtesy of my CEO, with Steve. The Giants romped on the Astros just as we got there at the bottom of the fifth -- they won 5-1. They walked Barry all 4 times he was up to bat, but the garlic fries consoled us.
5) Finally, last night Leslie and I had our final Landmark Seminar. It was great to finish up and I feel pretty complete with the whole Landmark process now.
I think that's about it...sorry for the long lapse in communication. :)
Okay guys, the seal is finally broken -- I *just* felt my first earthquake.
My first thought was that I was dizzy -- it's most definitely a gentle rocking sensation, kind of like when you stand up suddenly and your blood throbs so emphatically through your head that your whole body sways a little. Only I was sitting down, and even when I moved a little bit, the rocking didn't change. I looked into the office across from mine where one of the managers has a lovely gold wind chime hanging from the wall, and it was swaying slightly too. And then the CEO called out from her office, "oop -- is everyone okay?"
If I didn't know that that exact sensation can destroy whole cities in a fell swoop, I would say that it was almost pleasant, like cantering on a very small horse with a very smooth gait or having your little fishing boat rocked by a passing ripple.
In doing some research just now, looks like there was a strong 6.0 quake down in Parkfield which we felt up here. Crazy! I hope everyone down there is okay...
http://quake.usgs.gov/research/strongmotion/effects/shake/51147892/intensity.html
And here's the story from yahoo:
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/ap/20040928/ap_on_re_us/calif_quake
My first thought was that I was dizzy -- it's most definitely a gentle rocking sensation, kind of like when you stand up suddenly and your blood throbs so emphatically through your head that your whole body sways a little. Only I was sitting down, and even when I moved a little bit, the rocking didn't change. I looked into the office across from mine where one of the managers has a lovely gold wind chime hanging from the wall, and it was swaying slightly too. And then the CEO called out from her office, "oop -- is everyone okay?"
If I didn't know that that exact sensation can destroy whole cities in a fell swoop, I would say that it was almost pleasant, like cantering on a very small horse with a very smooth gait or having your little fishing boat rocked by a passing ripple.
In doing some research just now, looks like there was a strong 6.0 quake down in Parkfield which we felt up here. Crazy! I hope everyone down there is okay...
http://quake.usgs.gov/research/strongmotion/effects/shake/51147892/intensity.html
And here's the story from yahoo:
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/ap/20040928/ap_on_re_us/calif_quake
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