When I woke up this morning, I learned about my hometown's earthquake via Twitter as it happened. (In Honolulu it's, well, exactly like every other day of the year in Oahu. Balmy and peaceful.) I called my mother in Washington to see whether she felt it. "YES!" she said, "I rushed in to protect the Italian plates, which were rattling on the shelves. Then I thought, 'wait - this isn't a good idea,' and ran out the door."