The Last Forecast

...In the evening the moon will shine
And be quite bright.
There will be, it has to be said,
A brisk wind
But it will die out by midnight.
Nothing further will happen.

This is the last forecast.

Harold Pinter March 2003


for most of the day, I've been looking at the following words, from a complete stranger, whom I've never heard of or read before today, and wondered if they were her last:


(no subject) @ 06:43 am
building next door collapsed. this may go soon wall missing big cracks.
fun trip love you



but she's alive, and New Orleans has escaped with a few dozen dead at most (edit: I'm now hearing 55 for the whole US), instead of 50,000 and the destruction of a city. If this is a birthday present, I'll take it.

Sometimes God puts a bullet in your brain, sometines he just leans over and whispers, "bang".

The US may learn from this or not, but no one can say they never got a warning shot...

So what about that big one due to hit Vancouver, eh?