Posts by Lara
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Re: reactions
Mine have differed quite markedly over time. During the September quake I thought incredibly clearly and practically. I remember the thought 'this is an earthquake' alerting my sleepy mind like lightning before I dived under the bed.
I didn't feel the February quake (horse riding) but once I found out I didn't think very clearly at all for um....a long time. Irrationality was the order of the day/week/month/s.
June: was paralyzing, seemed to go on forever and, again, I couldn't think clearly afterwards (kept forgetting who I'd checked in with etc etc).
Big quake out our way sometime before June - I couldn't stop shaking, couldn't form sentences. That was a nasty one.
Dec 23rd quake - I didn't even get off the couch for the first one, head stayed marvellously clear. I believe this is what is known as complacency.... I was biking during the second and was more concerned with the steering than anything else!I think I react better to them when we haven't had one in a good while. Otherwise I am just constantly waiting for the damned things. It's nice to forget for a time, to feel safe.
Generally I am good in a crisis. But since the February quake I need to put a lot of effort into constantly overriding the part of myself that is descending into panic, and success has been very mixed. It's hard work, arguing with your brain! I'm now a lot better if there is someone else telling me what I should do. The little inner voice that usually tells me what to do seems to have gone on hiatus (and I can't say that I blame it!).
I'd re-write this but I'm just too tired, sorry!
The photos are lovely Lilith, thank you.
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To speak only for myself, to not use the camouflaging “we”, makes me feel intensely vulnerable.
This. And this:
commemorating the anniversary of something that’s still happening
Thank you, Emma.
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Hard News: Nobody wanted #EQNZ for Christmas,
Fine. Yet to hear back from some family, but will hopefully be fine. Was really hoping it was out this way but back on the east again :S
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The self-censoring I do in matching the tone of this community is totally swamped by the self-censoring I do because I know the internet is public medium which never forgets.
This. Also, while I'll do myself the courtesy of saying that while I'm probably as clever as ya'll, I am far less articulate, and far more conflict (or even criticism) averse. Should you wish to talk about the politics of Antarctica, however.... no, even there the collective knowledge of PAS would walk all over mine. That's why I like this place.
Russell: I think you really do do an absolutely fantastic job here. I love this space (I mean it!), and there aren't many places on the 'net that I'd say that about. Thank you for all the effort you put in here. Merry Christmas!
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Capture: Colour is the new black, in reply to Ian Dalziel,
Haha very good! :D
No, not a Shetland, although he does a good imitation of one over winter. He's a trotter who didn't make the races. If they'd hung a carrot in front of his nose it could have been a different story!
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Capture: Colour is the new black,
Oh hurrah! Was dreading the car park....
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Capture: Colour is the new black,
I'll experiment with this shall I? If this works, it is a picture of my horse Tony after Christchurch's July snowfall.
It captures an unusual situation for him - usually nothing can distract him from food!
Loving everyone's pictures! It's as if I am traveling around the world.
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Up Front: What if We Held an Election…,
if he ate his ballot while in the booth
Heh.
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Up Front: What if We Held an Election…,
The boxes at our booth were rearranged within the first hour, which led to far fewer mistakes. We also had someone on the door directing people to the correct table. It was an interesting study in human behaviour really. I should point out that I was there scrutineering, so had plenty of time to people watch (while feeling distinctly illicit with my rosette on).
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Up Front: What if We Held an Election…,
the signs behind us, that say which electorate we’re issuing votes for, are invisible. As are the signs on, and behind, the ballot boxes. This happens, over and over again:
Me: …and when you’re done, the papers go…
Voter: *walks away*
Me: IN THE PORT HILLS… fuck.
Voter: *comes out of the booth, walks past the Port Hills boxes, shoves votes in the Chch East boxes*
This. So. Many. Times.
Also, the number of purple referendum papers put into orange boxes....wow.
