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Saturday, April 22, 2006

Today is Always the Day Before the "Big One"



The video above is a genuine treasure. It’s a trip down Market Street by cable car through downtown San Francisco. In the distance, you can see the Ferry Building standing where Market Street meets the bay. The film was shot in 1905. At the time, San Francisco was the largest city in California, with over 400,000 residents.

Within a year, the city captured on this film was gone. In less than 5 minutes, it was leveled when the San Andreas Fault ruptured beneath the city. What survived the quake was razed in the resulting firestorm, which raged out of control for the next 75 hours. At least 3,000 people died, very likely some of the people captured on this film.

No one, not even the camera operator, knew it at the time, but this film is an extreme close-up of a ticking time bomb. When the bomb went off, it released a gigaton of energy, or 1,000 1-megaton bombs. For perspective, imagine if the U.S. had dropped over 3,000 atomic bombs on Nagasaki, instead of just one. That gives you an idea of the magnitude of the event. To this day, it is the single greatest natural disaster to ever strike the United States. But on that sunny day in San Francisco back in 1905, the people you see here had no idea what was coming, nor how soon.

Like many of you, I have experienced a major natural disaster, the destruction of Grand Island, Nebraska by seven powerful tornadoes in a single evening. Some of my most vivid memories of that tragedy are details from the day before: the people I saw, what I had for dinner that evening, the way the sky looked, and most of all, the normalcy – the lack of awareness or any thought of what was about to happen – the not knowing of fate. That’s what strikes me when I watch this film, that all the people are so close to an end of things, and they have no idea that their lives will never be the same again.

The power of tornadoes is an awesome, terrifying thing to behold and the Grand Island tornadoes rocked my world. But even that disaster doesn’t compare to the experience of feeling the entire world rocking. We associate our strongest sense of security with the idea of “being on solid ground.” Therefore, it stands to reason that you’ll never feel more helpless than when you feel the ground you’re standing on waver (and even turn to liquid).

Nebraska has earthquakes, of course. They’re less frequent than in California, and typically moderate. Just two months ago, a magnitude 2.9 quake struck east of Ainsworth, and last year, a 3.9 tremor shook the Valentine area. The strongest quakes recorded in Nebraska were magnitude 5.1 in 1964 and 1877. A major fault line, the Humboldt Fault, extends from our Capitol City, Lincoln, south to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, and is part of a seismic region known as the Nemaha Uplift.

But of greatest concern to you folks on the Plains is the New Madrid Fault in Missouri, which has produced the strongest quakes ever recorded on the North American Continent – quakes that nearly split the continent in half about 200 years ago. Check out this web site for an interesting comparison between the San Francisco quake and the New Madrid quakes of 1811 and 1812 (and note the strongest “shaking intensity” of the 1906 quake measured a V and VI – which is the same amount of shaking the entire state of Nebraska experienced in the New Madrid quakes of 1811 and 1812).

In all my years in Nebraska, hardly a year went by that I didn’t see at least one tornado, but I never felt an earthquake. I’ve felt a few earthquakes since moving to San Francisco – all of them little ones that just make things wiggle a little. But we’re all living here on borrowed time, and we know it. There will be another huge earthquake here. And this time, when it comes, it will strike a metropolitan area with a population of over 8,000,000. It will replace the 1906 earthquake as the worst natural disaster ever to strike the United States. Until then, every day is like the day before the tornado. We see our friends. We eat our dinner. We live each day like any other day – like it’s normal.

And virtually everyone agrees – from our city leaders, to engineers and architects, to the citizens themselves – we’re not prepared for another big earthquake.

This past week, San Francisco marked the 100th anniversary of the great earthquake and fire of April 18,1906. In true San Francisco form, we may not be prepared for a disaster, but we’re always prepared to party. All week long, events were held throughout the city. There were documentaries of the disaster on every local station. There were exhibits of post-earthquake photography. A memorial at Lotta’s Fountain drew a crowd of thousands to the streets of downtown SF at 5am. Frankly, I got a little sick of hearing about it all.

However, it was interesting to learn about the history of the city’s rebirth (while frightening to think of it’s destruction happening again). It was moving to hear the sirens wail and the bells ring in observance of the exact moment of the event in the early morning hours of April 18 (visit Jackson West’s Obsessive Compulsion to download his recording of the sirens and bells as a ringtone for your phone!). But the sight of the Ferry Building was most beautiful of all – triumphantly lit in a rainbow of ever-changing colors to celebrate its (and the city’s) survival.


Above: San Francisco's Ferry Building glows with a dazzling array of colors during the centennial celebration of the 1906 Earthquake and Fire.
Click photo to enlarge. Click here to view the entire gallery.

What's different about today? There was such a rush to rebuild, they didn't even bother to count the bodies. Today's San Francisco is no less headstrong in its embrace of progress. But what's different? We know we're living on borrowed time. We know this will all come down around us.

And some day, people will look at old pictures dating from days before the big quake, and they will see us in those pictures. And what will strike them about our faces is that we knew what was coming...

Take a gander at these other interesting web sites for more information on quakes in Nebraska, and the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.

Nebraska Earthquake Information
The Great 1906 San Francisco Earthquake and Fire
1906 Earthquake Virtual Museum

And thanks to Craig for providing the following links:
Weird Facts About the San Francisco Quake
Aerial Photos Taken from Kites (with article)

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Bigwheels Skidding Down Lombard Street


If you’ve ever seen Lombard Street, the self-proclaimed “crookedest street in the world,” you’ve probably thought now that would be fun to ride a bigwheel down! Today, a few crazy locals gathered to do just that for BYOBW – the seventh annual Easter Sunday bigwheel race down Lombard Street.

The street was rain-slickened, but the racers were undaunted. I was looking forward to seeing some righteous spills.



Below are some of my photos from the race. Click here to view the entire gallery. You can see more photos at the BYOBW Official Website.

Above: In second place, the Easter Bunny careeens out of control down Lombard Street. (Click photo to enlarge)


Above: With the Hulk riding shotgun, a racer leans into one of Lombard Street's many curves with several more racers hot on his tail. (Click photo to enlarge)


Above: The racers gather at the bottom of the street with a cheering crowd at the end of the first heat. There were two more heats to follow, but the rain dissuaded us from lingering any longer. (Click photo to enlarge)


And here is my video of the exciting, multiple-crash finish!

Friday, April 14, 2006

The Burritos of San Francisco

Have I mentioned that San Francisco is a food town? Virtually every type of cuisine in the world can be found here in abundance. So if you ask a San Franciscan, “What’s the one thing I’ve got to eat when I visit?” it might come as a bit of a surprise to you that the answer you get is not the fresh crab at Fisherman’s Wharf, Sushi, or some exotic dish from a remote corner of the world. More often than not, a local will tell you, “You’ve got to get a burrito.”

A burrito is to San Francisco what cheesesteak is to Philadelphia – or a hot dog is to Coney Island. A full-course meal neatly packaged between two sheets of tinfoil, it is the ultimate San Francisco staple – inexpensive, reliable, and omnipresent. To find a burrito, simply go to any Taqueria. Though most are located in the Mission District, there isn’t a San Francisco neighborhood without at least one taqueria within walking distance. Only Starbuck’s has a greater presence in this town.

Above: A new favorite of mine, Taqueria Azteca, attached to Antonio's Nut House, serves delicious burritos and other Mexican fare. It's located on California Avenue 3 blocks east of El Camino Real in Palo Alto, CA. Click photo to enlarge.


I recently discovered a little gem of a web site that reviews and rates San Francisco’s burritos. If you’re looking for the best burrito in town, BurritoEater.com is an excellent guide.

What makes a San Francisco burrito so special? Variety, for one. There are infinite ways a burrito can be assembled and that means that there are burritos for everyone. You have your choice of beans: black, pinto, refried, or refried black. Often, you also get a choice of rice. Of course you can get the traditional ingredients, carne asada (steak), chile verde (green chile), al pastor (barbecue pork), spicy chicken, and varieties of fish or shrimp. The most authentic taquerias also offer lengua (tongue) and cerebro (brains). You can also always find combinations of vegetables, cactus, and tofu. You can get burritos stuffed with eggs and potatoes. Or you can order my favorite, the Chile Relleno Burrito – a bell pepper stuffed with cheese, dipped in batter, fried to a golden brown, then chopped up, briefly seared on the grill with some salsa, and stuffed into the burrito. Yum!

Though variety is the spice of life, the diversity of burritos in San Francisco is not what makes them memorable. That’s where size comes in. This is the stuff of legend. This is what inspires people to go home with tales, like fishermen, of “the big one” (while holding their hands apart at ever-widening distances). They’ve been called “blimps,” “the size of footballs,” and “as big as your head.” The first time I got one, my genuine initial reaction was astonishment. Stack two Bud Light cans on end and wrap them in tinfoil. A San Francisco burrito is a little bit larger than that.

Above: A San Francisco burrito (left) towers over a domestic housecat named Mookie (right). Click photo to enlarge.


And when my mom and her significant other, Dan, visited me for the first time, the first place I took them was Taqueria San Jose on Mission Street, because, as I told them, “We’ve got to get a burrito!”

We stepped up to the counter and perused the many options, which were painted on a large board hanging over the heads of the servers. I placed my order and stepped aside for Dan to place his.

Clearly in Taco Bell mode, I heard him say “I’ll have two beef burritos, a taco, and…”

I had to do something. Turning to him, and not wanting to be impolite, I said, “Why don’t you just start with one burrito?”

He gave me a look. It was that look an adult gives someone younger than they are that says, “You’re telling me what to do, you little punk? I can kick your ass. You better believe it!”

“You can always come back for more,” I quickly added.

Plainly unconvinced, but not wanting to argue with his sweetheart’s beloved eldest son, he politely, if hesitantly, acquiesced and ordered a single burrito. And then I watched him with tremendous but totally impreceptible satisfaction as he struggled to finish it, which he did. He did not, however, go back for more. And to this day, like a true fisherman, he sits by the lake with his buddies in Nebraska and tells the tale of the burrito he had in San Francisco that was “this big.”

I'm sure there are a lot of other uses for such a large burrito (besides eating them). You could stuff them in your sheets, for instance, to keep your feet warm and toasty on those cold San Francisco Summer nights. Or use them as a neck rest in the car on road trips.

Below: Sherman, a domestic house cat (bottom), sleeps comfortably, nestled beneath the hefty warmth of a San Francisco burrito. Click photo to enlarge.



Can you think of any other good uses for a burrito this size? (Am I going to regret asking that question?)

I know Grand Island has some of the best Mexican food to be found north of the border. But what about burritos? If you know of a good burrito in Nebraska, write a review on Burritophile.com, a web site that, oddly enough, was inspired by the inability to find a good burrito in Lincoln, NE.

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