On Tuesday I experienced my first earthquake—I slept through the one the week before, and I didn't notice the one or two small ones I've technically been through in Oregon. It was strange, because I mostly heard it, rather than felt it, so I was sitting there trying to figure out what someone could be rolling around above my office that would make so much noise... it sounded like a truck. So that was kind of fun, alough I'm glad I was 120 miles or so away, since I don't think being right on a 6.0 would be so much fun.
Then, to round out my California experience, Cupertino had a power outage on Friday (although to be fair it wasn't a true California blackout, but instead the more pedestrian someone-screwed-up-a-transformer kind of outage that was all too common back in Cleveland Heights). It was a new experience in that it was my first power outage while in a building with fire doors that all close automatically when the power goes out. Having all the lights go out then hearing doors slamming shut all around me gave me a momentary feeling of being in a supernatural horror movie.
So having had both an earthquake and a power outage in the same week, I think I can really start to feel like a true Californian. If I'd been more on the ball, I could have gone surfing this weekend and rounded out the experience.
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