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September began with a rumble on Thursday when a magnitude-4.3 earthquake centered 4 miles southeast of Newhall sent shockwaves through the San Fernando Valley.
While it was felt as far away as Downtown L.A. there was NO reported damage or injuries.
Loretta Copeland of Studio City was not impressed, “I felt a gentle roll. Nothing to write home about.”
Neither was Anabelle Felix, “I felt like a strong jolt in the office, but that was it. Just another Thursday afternoon for Angelino’s.”
So who cares right? I mean really… should a completely unavoidable earthquake that causes NO damage or injuries be relevant to anyone other than a seismologist?
Regardless of some Californians languid attitude towards them, I think most of us really do appreciate their power and uniqueness.
Even the little 4.3 baby ones.
Ultimately, I think we, as Southern Californians, should feel fortunate we get to experience earthquakes, as we certainly aren’t known for our exciting natural phenomena.
Lets face it … aside from the beaches, geographically we are NOT special. The majority of Southern California is scrub desert and there’s nothing romantic about a scrub desert.
If we were to wipe away all the humanity of Los Angeles, the freeways, the gas stations, the GEICO billboards, the sprawling residential menageries there wouldn’t be much left that would visually separate L.A. from Afghanistan.
Weather-wise it’s as boring as watching NASCAR. An endless predictable loop of cool, warm, hot, warm, cool. It gets cold … but not really. It gets hot but its NOT Arizona.
For those who love ecological variety L.A. is a total yawn fest.
But for what we lack in a mercurial climate we make up for with furious seismic violence erupting from miles below us at nearly 30,000 MPH with NO warning WHATSOEVER.
When the Earth decides it’s time to reach back like a pimp and remind us who the daddy is … and I think that’s pretty cool.
The rest of the country may get their own unique natural phenomena in the form of weather and traditional ‘seasons’ and there are times when I am genuinely envious of their exciting climates, but ultimately even if the Southern California sky is as predictable as a romantic-comedy… we live in the Garden of Eden and we know it… and I think the Earth knows it too … and maybe a quake is just the Earth’s way of giving us a high-five fist-pound chest-bump double-bro-back-tap!
Right back at you Earth.