|Lava flow on Kilauea, in the dusk.|
|Me, my hat and the lava flow. It was close |
enough to frizzle the hairs on my legs.
Then I discovered that the Pacific Tsunami Museum was located there, and spent a couple of useful hours there. I had always found tsunamis interesting, but I came away finding them awe-inspiring and fascinating. That said, I don't really want to be close to one. But if ever I need to write about one, I know the sort of stuff I will draw on, thanks to my friend Robin posting a link today to a personal account of the Japanese tsunami.
The author is an American who has been living in Japan as a teacher of English, but look, just read it, OK?
The second link came from the same email list. I need to explain here that I am a social climber: I hang out with librarians. That means I have a few rudiments of what cataloguing is about: not enough to qualify me as a shelver's second deputy assistant, but I have a sense for it. I suspect that even without it, you would enjoy this contribution from Lois. It is a blog entry called 'A digression on literary categories' at the blog Making Light. A word of advice: read the 200+ comments, because they are severely hilarious.
Go on! What are you waiting for? There's nothing to see here!