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So while I was riding over the Park Street Bridge on my way to Coffee Cultures (FOR AFFOGATO (not enough people out here understand the power of ice cream in your coffee before about 1 pm, let alone the power of ice cream when it's about 40F out) and an excellent salmon toast) this morning, apparently, there was an earthquake in New Jersey. Predictably, my heavily Northeastern-occupied friends feeds are exploding with talk about it.

(The more things change, the more they stay the same: I wrote this poem about a New York earthquake in 2002, and aside from 2024's commentary being mostly on Facebook and 2002's commentary being mostly via IM and LiveJournal? Yep :) )