And the end of the world will come with insomnia and a possible text alert…

A few days ago, here in the Land of the Rising Sun, there was a 7.1 Magnitude earthquake, a tsunami warning was issue – it technically did happen, in some places in northern Japan there was a tsunami a good few centimetres high.

Now I live in Osaka, so I didn’t feel the quake, and it was unlikely to affect me personally – on a map Osaka might look a little close to Tokyo, but tremors are rarely felt here in Osaka.  And yet I could not sleep.  Was the reason for my lack of sleep concern for my friends in Tokyo and beyond?  Maybe, it is certainly part of it, but it is not the whole story.

The earthquake, which was initially thought to be 7.3 in magnitude, happened about 2:41am.  I had the misfortune to still be awake and the TV still on.  NHK, as all TV stations do, announced the quake a tsunami warning, with a ringtone like warning.  Every foreigner gets used to the quite frankly, over cheap and cheerful tone with which earthquakes and other major natural disasters are announced, you sort what them to play something more macabre.  But also you are, for a good few minutes at least, maybe an hour or two, completely glued to the box in the corner of the room.  The incident is announced, warnings of future aftershocks and tremors are issued by text prompts being placed on the screen. In the background of such alerts, video images of landmarks through Japan, Shinjuku Station, Fukushima Dia-ichi Power plant and the like are displayed.  It becomes a media event, it needs to be in a way, and you don’t want to be too relaxed about.

You email or call your parents, tell them you are OK, yes you got the text alert warning, yes you know you parents have seen reports through Twitter that the tsunami is already here.  But it is all OK, honest it really is Mum and Dad.  You upload a YouTube video perhaps saying all is well, there – one’s duty to loved ones is fulfilled, to bed, or futon in my case surely?

Well, no.  At the back of my mind at least, is this thought, what if it really does happen this time?  You know it probably want but one guesses that’s what the people on March 11th thought.  Thankfully, at some point, the tsunami warning is cancelled – 4am this time around, but that thank God this doesn’t happen every day, as I need my sleep.

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Michey Peckitt: A Passionate Man?

My wife often tells me, that I have to show my passion, that if I love something, whether it be writing, or making YouTube videos, or Doctor Who, that I should approach things with ‘gusto’, with, well, with a passion.  Apparently, showing such passion endears me to people.

She is right of course; there is something about a passionate man which is endearing even sexy, in the right hands, even trainspotting can be made sexy…maybe.

The thing is, having a physical disability makes displaying such passion difficult.  It is physically exhausting.  To have to physically display the fact that one is enthused on such a topic, often for hours at a time is difficult for a man, that even on the best of days, can barely stand.  It just takes too much physical effort.  But if you begin to talk and attempt to convince someone of you case, and then stop, people take it as an insult, rather than what it truly is – pure tiredness and nothing more.

Why do always expect ‘the passionate man’ to come in such a fixed form?  He will be loud, overbearing maybe, and perhaps even a bit of a bully – people will call such man ‘a character’.  Why is that the form though, that ‘passion’ can come in – because what is often sacrificed in such man is the virtue of attentiveness, care and yes, slowless – something that my disability presupposes me to display often. 

I shall always fight my corner, argue my point, why, because I do it through blogs instead of in conversation, am I considered ‘distant’ and ‘passionless’?