Pandemic in Los Angeles: Day 35

Last night, only a few minutes after midnight, a 3.7 earthquake rocked the city of Los Angeles, making of my mind something like a frightened fish as I scurried for safety in reaction to a sudden, unwelcome stirring of the fishbowl.

Already weary, and already dazed at the final edge of a lengthy day spinning like a trompo across town, the shaking reminded my body how at any given moment, life remains a fragile force-field in a much larger one. At the same time, in a strange twist, what was also true was that on accepting the chaotic whirling of the world around me and finding something of a steady footing, I was actually ready for more bad news; in my own way, I was ready to face another crisis within the larger one that’s enshrouded all of our cities as of late.

Fortunately, the midnight rattling would be the apex of its type for the remainder of the dark morning, but its unexpected wrangling would still cast a specter over the sunrise that lasted even through mid-day for yours truly.

Even so, come the final moments of the lunch-hour, when I stood outside to gaze at the still road, and as my eyes fluttered through the southern California winds trying to process what had happened to my once-familiar city–or what was happening–I realized that the only thing that was truly different, was me. And then, that’s when I loved Los Angeles again. A city which, even if I can’t recognize it sometimes, still takes me around the world like no other.

J.T.

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Osaka, Hokkaido, Kansai

It’s been over a full year since JIMBO TIMES reached Japan for the first time last summer.

I’ve had ‘Nippon’s’ pueblos in mind ever since, but only more so lately due to recent news of a series of typhoons and earthquakes ratting the island-nation.

My thoughts at this moment are especially with each of the friends I was able to meet in The Land of the Rising Sun; humble, honest people who I know are concerned about what follows in the aftermath of these perturbing events.

All across the world there is a challenge to human life and survival, and each human being plays a part in rising to those challenges. Recalling the great humanitarian spirit I encountered with the people of Japan, I believe their pueblos will overcome this critical period as so many do each day: with honor, unity, and resolve, and the tremendous strength borne from the synchrony between these things. From Los Angeles I surely wish it.

J.T.