I'm giving up on Google Reader today - too many of my regular blogs are blacked out.

Huh. Most of mine are not.

Not sure what that says....

I also spent a lot of time resource-gathering and -sharing and nagging the twitters and generally being professionally pissed at SOPIPA.

Yes, and thank you for that! You totally got me motivated to black out my sites.

Dana, I'm amused because while it is still snowing here, we don't have that much snow--but they've preempted all the morning TV and just are doing news and "OMG THERE"S SNOW! PEOPLE ARE WALKING OR CRASHING CARS!"

I swear, officers, I only accidentally abandoned ship and left dozens of people to die! And I totally meant to go back but it was all dark and stuff!

I did respect the guy on the other end of that conversation, that was like "What the fuck, man! Get back on the damn boat! NOW! What do you mean you didn't? DO IT YOU FOOL!"

I think I have a station at the School of Nursing- but no one has ever told me what it was. I know our annual inservice at the Hospital tells us to report to our stations in an emergency, because we could be used anywhere in the hospital if there is need . No one has ever shared with me the actual route I am to use to exit the building, either, which seems odd.

When I worked for UCLA Medical Center it was the only time I was officially asked to do anything in the case of emergency other than get the fuck out without killing anyone else--a grey alert means that someone is being aggressive without a weapon, and you're encouraged to come and stare and freak them out.

Never happened while I was there, but last time I was at the ER there was a grey alert somewhere else in the hospital. The nurse didn't seem to know it was a call to...eyes. I wanted to go.

I did respect the guy on the other end of that conversation, that was like "What the fuck, man! Get back on the damn boat! NOW! What do you mean you didn't? DO IT YOU FOOL!"

I listend to the entire conversation in Italian. You can totally hear the Coast Guard officer's frustration, exasperation, and ultimately anger at the idiot. It loses something in translation.

So do others. I hope De Falco's name is the one remembered at the end of the day. [link]

After working on Wall St, I think it's bizarre that there hasn't been a single fire (or other emergency) drill in the more than a year and a half I've worked here. We had them if not quarterly, at least every 6 months in NYC, and they varied -- fire, non-fire, leave the building, don't have to leave the building, etc.

Now that you mention it, Jesse, neither have we in the four months I've been at the new job. We had them frequently in DC.

From the Reuters article I posted above:

A tweet from Sofia Rosada said: "It is men like De Falco who should be governing. Instead we are full of men like Schettino."

Some have even played on the Jesus Christ-Judas Iscariot comparison, one a savior, the other a traitor.

Judging from reports that De Falco is usually soft-spoken, unassuming, and even shy - when he is not faced with a shipwreck - he would likely reject the acclamation of instant sainthood.

But he may be moved by a tweet from an Italian boy named Salvatore Garzillo: "The next time someone asks me what I want to be when I grow up I am going to say: 'a man like De Falco.'"

We have fire drills all the time. I've managed to avoid many of them by working from home. Rocks. Our emergency team is really high profile. I'm a bit startled.

We also have had drills where the response desired is to get under your desk.

Uh, not unless you're checking up on me. I drop to a knee, and then I'm back up and working. Bare minimum.

I drop to a knee

This now brings Tebowing to mind, rather than anything else. Unfortunate.