My fault

I may not encounter rocks much, but ’round here, the Earth does move. Last month there was a 5.2 80 miles away, enough to make the apartment building whose 4th floor I was on sway.

The San Andreas may be the most famous of California’s fault lines, but the Hayward fault is the one to watch: it hasn’t had a significant release since 1868, and the current probability of a magnitude 6.7 or higher quake within the next 30 years is 32%.

It runs straight through the UC Berkeley campus, and Berkeley’s so small very little of town could possibly be more than 3 miles away. My home is a little more than a mile away.

So like a lot of Californians, securing my bookcases to the walls and stocking up on bottled water and canned goods is somewhere off the bottom of my to do list.

It’s easy to pick the thing most likely to kill me, though, and it’s not an earthquake. Being hit by a car while biking.

So how are you most likely to die?


  1. yami wrote:

    Nothing beats the Garlock fault for sheer coolness, though.
    “Look at me! I form the north boundary of the Mojave! I’m left-lateral!”
    Silly arrogant faults. I mean, um, right-handedness in chimpanzees. I’m writing my psych paper. Really.

  2. Rasmus wrote:

    I hope, I die like my grandfather: heartattack while having sex. If you gotta go, why not do it with style?

  3. Jym wrote:

    =v= I’ll probably get hit by a car while biking, too, but this comes to mind: “I want to die peacefully, in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming in terror like his passengers.”

  4. ronbbbbbbbbbghds wrote:

    i never want to die i want to have sex forever

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