Every once in a while, amidst our petty wars and squabbles with each
other, Nature reminds us that the real threat to humankind comes from
her, not from other human beings. Climate change is human-driven, but
its danger is in unleashing uncontrollable natural forces of immense
power. We are still defenseless against a meteor strike of the sort that
helped polish off the dinosaurs. And, we lack good defenses against
tsunamis. Unless we can put aside our divisions and work effectively
together on these natural threats, humans remain in extreme danger as a
-- Juan Cole
On Thursday night, I sat down at my laptop, logged onto the Typepad account that powers The Daily Dish, and began browsing the Web, already aware that an earthquake had struck Japan, but clueless about its magnitude. I planned to put a short news item into the queue to be updated in the morning. It's one advantage of being a night owl on the West Coast: I sometimes prep a story or two before bed so that it's ready for review when my colleagues awake in Washington, D.C.
The story quickly demanded that I break protocol. As the East Coast slept, Japanese news agencies and disaster survivors were uploading video footage of a tsunami as horrifically awesome as any disaster I'd seen. A surge of adrenaline had me frenetically posting links to breaking news, videos and disaster relief resources. That subsided around 3 a.m. PST, as all the cable news reports began to repeat themselves.
What kept me up for several more hours was the strange realization that my words might reach people affected by the disaster. Would some American expat in Japan come across my link to the wiki for missing persons? The Atlantic has readers in the Philippines and Hawaii. Might one of them be working late on a remote stretch of exposed coastline, tuning out the Web save an occasional Daily Dish refresh? I wanted to reach that guy, to own the story, and to know what was happening. Even after I figured out that the Hawaiian islands are well-covered with tsunami sirens, I found myself riveted by the suspense of what would occur in the minutes after 5 a.m. PST, when authorities estimated the first waves would strike. Putting the hashtag #tsunami into a Twitter search, I saw something I'd never before experienced: Tweets scrolling so fast through my Tweet Deck that I couldn't read any single item as the stream came close to crashing my computer. Then I discovered a better search: #HItsunami. Around 4:15 a.m. PST I posted several tweets drawn from that feed:
These fucking sirens are making my heart stop.
If you haven't started yet, now is the time to put down the phone/iPad/laptop and PLUG IT IN. You may need it if power goes out.
Hard to describe feelings knowing a tsunami coming and NOTHING you can do about it.
No going back to sleep with those sirens. I'm up. About to eat & load the car just in case.
There were dozens of notes like that every minute, and watching them was so much more intimate and poignant than the live feed of a Hawaiian TV news cast that I also had open on my computer.