Today’s temblor comes on the anniversary of the 1985 quake of 8.0:
“The 1985 Mexico City earthquake struck in the early morning of 19 September at 07:17:50 (CST) with a moment magnitude of 8.0 and a Mercalli intensity of IX (Violent). The event caused serious damage to the Greater Mexico City area and the deaths of at least 5,000 people.”
In a city of 8.8 million, to keep it in perspective. Today’s was only a 7.1, so maybe not so bad.
I spent that day in 1985 with a ham radio operator in Rollingwood, a suburb of Austin, listening to emergency calls and later writing a piece on what was learned. Communications were generally down then. Hard to say what it will be like now, with greater computer capacity and cell towers and wifi and generally a greater Internet. Ham radio should not be so necessary or useful.
Not at the rancho, fortunately, as we are on the northwestern side of Austin at a higher elevation than most of the rest of the city. But more likely in the downtown area, along Shoal, Waller and Onion creeks, and definitely south and east of I-35: Bastrop, La Grange, Giddings, Kyle, Lockhart.
Because as of 1 a.m. Sunday they have had upwards of 17 inches of rain. With much more to come. Wave after wave. Through Thursday. Rain all day, every day. All because Harvey has stalled about 80 miles due south of Austin and is stationary and pulling Gulf moisture up and around Austin. In a counter-clockwise rotation. Like a fire hose. With no atmospheric event to stop it.
Houston likewise is being hit hard already. A town where 4 inches of rain causes flooding has, so far, had 15 inches and more. With more to come. This is as KVUE’s chief meteorologist Alberto Ramon says an historic event. A potentially catastrophic event as the Colorado and Guadalupe Rivers get out of their banks.
There’s been nothing like this in a hundred years or more.
Statues of Lee, Johnston, Reagan and Hogg were removed around midnight Sunday from the University of Texas campus. So the pathetic snowflakes wouldn’t melt with indignation.
General Robert E. Lee, of course, led the Army of Northern Virginia; Albert Sidney Johnston was a Texas general killed at Shiloh; Texan John Reagan was the Confederacy’s treasurer; and first native-born governor James Stephen Hogg’s only apparent “crime” seems to have been being the son of a Confederate general.
Via the Daily.
“Bannon had delivered for the [conservative] movement, reportedly convincing President Trump to withdraw from the Paris Climate Accords, and to visit Israel on his first trip abroad. Bannon was also probably the only person who could deliver honest advice and criticism to the president, because he did not need the job.
“He is a self-made man, and not a Washington climber. Thus it was that Bannon reportedly told Trump that firing former FBI director James Comey would be more trouble than it was worth. He was right.”
Now Trump has only Jared and Ivanka, two Democrats, to closely advise him. Will he turn into a go-along to get-along RINO? Wait and see.
Via Joel Pollack at Breitbart News
When Austinites named the road after Marse Robert, it ran through an Hispanic neighborhood. Was a little bit of a poke in the eye.
Nowadays the neighborhood is gentrified and white liberal as all get out. Adios, General Lee.
Fanny Hill is allegedly the oldest erotic novel in the English language. Published in 1749, it is distinguished by the fact that it contains no bad words.
Nary a f**k or a c**t or a c**k or a pr**k. The latter two are usually referred to as machines. Or engines. And then described at, uh, length. With a rosy head.
“Pornographers were a lot more inventive in those days. Nevertheless, it was, in former centuries, one of the most frequently banned books.”
No surprise there, as it is erotic as all get-out, and would attract the attention of prudes to a fare-thee-well. In fact it was banned when it was published and sold only in pirated versions. So it’s not startling that the University of London has banned it from the curriculum, fearing it will offend students. Particularly the liberal female ones. Couldn’t offend the males, not the majority of them.
I’m rereading it. And enjoying Fanny’s delightful romps as I did when I was, oh, in my thirties or thereabouts. It’s not quite as good as Anne Rice’s “Sleeping Beauty” trilogy. But only because Rice’s is more modern. Fanny Hill’s sentences are so godawful long it’s easy to lose your place. But it’s worth the effort. I recommend it. It beats “Shades of Grey” all hollow.
Via Power Line Blog