the warm winds do blow

With Outside Chances, Editor B. signs off for the duration, noting that the city is safe from a direct hit. What he doesn’t note (as Matt does, from the safety of Indiana) is that the winds from the hurricane will continue to be dangerous for over one hundred miles in every direction.

Hurricanes all around this evening. What a season for my sat-tv provider to have bounced the Weather Channel.

Galveston

On Septemer 8, 1900, 8,000 Americans perished in the worst hurricane of the century, in a small town off the coast of Texas named Galveston. Here’s a map – the Galveston storm is the topmost track.

Given the worried eye I cast upon the fair city of New Orleans today, I thought a bit of historical fear-mongering was well called for.

The storm was recognized in advance, and the populace was warned, as I understand it. The storm’s ferocity was greater than anything that had been seen within living memory, and therefore these warnings were ineffective.

The NOAA site about the storm notes that “Waves were higher than 15 feet and winds howled at 130 miles per hour.” Currently, Ivan features winds of 140 mph.

The personal account of Isaac Cline, the top U. S. Weather Bureau official on hand for the events is a good place to start. Sensitive readers please note: In the excerpts below, Mr. Cline recounts losing his wife and children to the storm.

“The public was warned,” he writes, recounting his interactions with the citizenry on the early afternoon of the 8th, “over the telephone and verbally, that the wind would go by the east to the south and that the worst was yet to come. People were advised to seek secure places for the night. As a result thousands of people who lived near the beach or in small houses moved their families into the center of the city and were thus saved. Those who lived in large strong buildings, a few blocks from the beach, one of whom was the writer of this report, thought that they could weather the wind and tide.”

He went to his home for a late lunch, and while there, his co-worker showed up.

“About 6:30 p.m. Mr. J. L. Cline, who had left Mr. Blagden at the office to look after the instruments, reached my residence, where he found the water neck deep. He informed me that the barometer had fallen below 29.00 inches; that no further messages could be gotten off on account of all wires being down, and that he had advised everyone he could see to go to the center of the city; also, that he thought we had better make an attempt in that direction. At this time, however, the roofs of houses and timbers were flying through the streets as though they were paper, and it appeared suicidal to attempt a journey through the flying timbers. Many people were killed by flying timbers about this time while endeavoring to escape to town.”

By eight o’clock things had taken a turn for the worse:

“By 8 p.m. a number of houses had drifted up and lodged to the east and southeast of my residence, and these with the force of the waves acted as a battering ram against which it was impossible for any building to stand for any length of time, and at 8:30 p.m. my residence went down with about fifty persons who had sought it for safety, and all but eighteen were hurled into eternity. Among the lost was my wife, who never rose above the water after the wreck of the building. I was nearly drowned and became unconscious, but recovered through being crushed by timbers and found myself clinging to my youngest child, who had gone down with myself and wife. Mr. J. L. Cline joined me five minutes later with my other two children, and with them and a woman and child we picked up from the raging waters, we drifted for three hours, landing 300 yards from where we started. There were two hours that we did not see a house nor any person, and from the swell we inferred that we were drifting to sea, which, in view of the northeast wind then blowing, was more than probable. During the last hour that we were drifting, which was with southeast and south winds, the wreckage on which we were floating knocked several residences to pieces.”

In the morning, the sun rose on a city that had literally been swept away.

The city of Galveston maintains a website that collects a number of information resources on the storm at 1900storm.com. Not terribly long ago, NPR’s Lost and Found Sound did a segment on the storm.

Galveston’s Rosenberg Library has consolidated the contemporary lists of the persons who perished, and published it online, as a part of their online resources concerning the storm.

For B (and XY, and DJM, and DJK, and Hurtt)

In a charming thread entitled Hurricane Risk for New Orleans at MeFi, posters expand upon similar concerns of Editor B.

UPDATE: Of course, never ones tomiss a chance to fan the soggy waves of hysteria, CNN reports:

“Those folks who remain, should the city flood, would be exposed to all kinds of nightmares from buildings falling apart to floating in the water having nowhere to go,” Ivor van Heerden, director of Louisiana State University’s Hurricane Public Health Center, said Tuesday.

LSU’s hurricane experts have spent years developing computer models and taking surveys to predict what might happen.

The surveys predict that about 300,000 of the 1.6 million people living in the metropolitan area would risk staying.

The computer models show a hurricane with a wind speed of around 120 mph or more – hitting just west of New Orleans so its counterclockwise rotation could hurl the strongest surf and wind directly into the city – would push a storm surge from the Gulf of Mexico and Lake Pontchartrain over the city’s levees. Ivan had sustained wind of 140 mph Tuesday.

New Orleans would be under about 20 feet of water, higher than the roofs of many of the city’s homes.

Holy shit, notwithstanding that those maps show Ivan (not Ivor) hitting to the east of the city. The article also highlight the potential for serious chemical contamination due to factories and refineries in the area. What, no active nuke plant?

(Confidential to Editor B: consider maerking the location on the maps, we’re American, and geography is not our strong suit.)

Tagalog billboard and wifi

Wifimaps.com informs me that there are no known free hotspots within walking distance of where I work. Sadly, the map renders aren’t bookmarkable, but there are some static maps available.

Walking to work from the bus stop this mnorning I noticed an unspectacular beer ad, for Michelob, featuring a man and woman cuddling, kind of, on a couch. The ad read “Ang lasang malakas ang dating,” under the photo. That’s Tagalog, a Filipino language. I can’t recall ever having seen any Tagalog display ads in Seattle before. I wonder if there’s a big Filipino employer or community center near where I work.