Mark Twain was known to have said, “Everyone talks about the weather but no one does anything about it.”
As Hurricane Irene barrels toward the United States, the weather is all anyone is talking about. Someone, do something.
Usually, The Weather Channel is fairly tempered in its wording. Forecasters take such flak for both underestimating and over-hyping conditions that they must walk a fine line between issuing timely alerts and not inciting panic, even when conditions are urgent. By necessity, they choose their words cautiously.
In all the years I’ve followed The Weather Channel on weather.com, however, I’ve never read such strong language as I have these last 24 hours:
“serious and multi-hazard threat”
“particularly threatening situation”
They’ve even created a new threat level category: EXTREME. All caps.
In fact, the site is using ALL CAPS and exclamation points all over the place! As drama goes, that’s the punctuation equivalent of Al Roker twisting in the wind.
Meteorologists caution that Irene will impose severe conditions on the major metropolitan areas of the Mid-Atlantic and Northeast, including Norfolk, Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York City, Hartford and Boston. “This hurricane has the potential to produce flooding rains, high winds, downed trees (on houses, cars, power lines) and widespread power outages,” the site warns.
One troubling aspect of this looming disaster is that, not only must East-coasters prepare for damage and loss, but we also have to brace ourselves for ridicule from the rest of the country. California is still snickering over our little 5.8 earthquake, while red state residents are blanketing Facebook and Twitter with stupid quake jokes about policymakers.
I seriously hope Irene has a change of heart and a change of direction. No one would look forward to singing “Goodnight Irene” more than beach dwellers and East Coast city folk.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to dash out for an emergency supply of Perrier and camembert.
4 responses to “Panic attack”
In making our preparations, I realized that among all our electronic gadgetry, we don’t have a single battery-powered radio. Not even a left-over 80s-era boombox! Shawn suggested that we could go sit in the car and listen, if need be.
Devastating is the word I heard used most yesterday as I looked around our little house on the bay and tried to decide what to take with us. Reaffirmed my priorities by bringing home my Mom and Dad, Mi-lem for whiskey sours, photos from the pre-digital age and Apples to Apples to play with the neighbors at home.
It sounds like you made good choices. It must have been difficult.
If I hear the word “impact” one more time, I’m going to scream. I hope the “impact” isn’t as devastating as they have predicted.