It's starting...

Robyn and I just returned from an evening stroll. It's barely 6:30PM and the city is already alight with fireworks of all sorts. It's a lovely scene, actually: a low-hanging sky of thick clouds lit up with colorful explosions, the horizon full of descending, spiraling tendrils of fluorescent color and sparkle. Streams of perfectly-coiffed Danes in dark suits, thin ties, and ball gowns are pedaling their way to various parties. And naturally, this idyllic scene is punctuated by the occasional blast of a firework--no color, just noise--that sounds far too big and lethal to be legal.

 
Ahh, yes. New Year's celebrations have begun in Copenhagen.  

Earthquake!

Yep, there are, evidently, earthquakes in Denmark. Who knew?

Early in the morning on December 16--about 6:30AM or so--I was shaken out of bed by several strong tremors. Seasoned California earthquake veteran that I am, I knew right away that an earthquake had just rolled through our normally placid city. Immediately lucid and unfazed by the chaos unfolding around me, I valiantly leapt from bed to ensure that my bride was safe. Turns out that Robyn was actually "powdering her nose" the very moment it hit.

I now refer to it as "The Great Potty 'Quake '08". More info here.

There's even a Facebook group for quake survivors, as well as a place to buy commemorative t-shirts. I tend to wear large, in case anyone wants to help me heal.

 

Merry Christmas!

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6

Have a blessed Christmas!