Got to be hyphenated.
(It's probably too late, as it is for Aleppo's children.)
It’s the Waiau quake really because that is where it started, but the way it pinged across faults and involved 10 or more faults right up to Cook Strait poses a naming problem. The North-East South Island quake?
Dead. It’s been a bigly deading year.
Slow-slip. Geological, but seems like a metaphor for Western society.
I've always wanting to try sous vide. And I really want a smoker. And a pressure cooker. And a really good cast iron skillet. And ...
"Dear Santa .
A good cast-iron skillet can be had for not-much from camping shops, as can big hefty cast-iron pots with a lid for casseroling and pot roasting and baking pretty much everything.
For near a decade I had those plus a small cast-iron frypan as my only cooking pans and dishes: they stir-fried, sauteed, steamed, roasted, baked sticky crumbles, pies and cakes. The skillets have a choice of wooden handles or looped iron, which means you can use them as pie dishes.
Season them well, and they'll be your friend for years. http://www.caravancamping.co.nz/Our-Products/Family-Camping/COOKWARE/CAMP-OVENS/Camp-Oven-Cast-Iron-15L/
To those declaiming from overseas about the unlikelihood of Chch staff not wanting to move to Wellington: it is a valid and very real consideration. It takes experiencing MM9 shaking and 14,000 other earthquakes to have any conception of that.
The proposed Wellington building sits within a few hundred metres of the Wellington fault and near the river. It is a high-hazard risk.
The present Christchurch building is low-rise, of a type not especially risky – low-rise tilt-slabs did not collapse.
@Ian Dalziel: Snap.
It’s sure a relief to find PAS descending into silliness. I feel anything but silly. Going out and getting prepared – again. Amazing how much crap the 25-litre water container tap collects in three years, how the food expires and the chocolate is eaten, the batteries are borrowed, and where the hell did most of the torches go?
This series of earthquakes, and the alarming GNS forecast yesterday, has demolished any lurking idea I had that the earthquakes may have quieted for Christchurch and surrounds. The country is in a time of stronger seismic activity than has been the case for many human-scale years, and we must learn to live with it, or leave.
It feels like another loss of innocence, and while I am so thankful that St Martins wasn’t literally at the centre of it this time, I also hurt badly for those living through the hammering and constant aftershocks: survivor’s guilt.
It is also strange being able to watch it all unfold on the internet and on television – in 2011 we had little idea of what was happening 15 minutes away in town because our internet, power and water was down for what seemed like a long time. We were focused on survival and caring for our near-teen children. Now we watch live; and sons are about to start their final NCEA exams. Their teenage years lived out in a quaked city: I am deeply sorrowful about that, more than almost anything else.
Mine also. Thanks for the optimism.
Russell: thanks for your coherent thoughts. I slept well because I have consciously distanced myself from this race. Nothing to be done about it but garden: the fig tree is figging.
Yes, and that is the Regent dome. It looks great in the massive garden.