Did you feel that?

Don't Look Up, and why natural disasters make me feel alive.

Yesterday was exactly 28 years since I woke up to a 6.7 magnitude earthquake rattling my house in the San Fernando Valley in the middle of the night. I jumped off my futon (I thought futons were cool and bohemian when I was a sophomore in high school) stood in the doorway of my bedroom, and called out to my dad and his girlfriend across our pitch-black …