It gave us all quite a jolt (har har) — creative director Stefanie couldn't decide whether we were supposed to go under the table or in the doorway. Managing editor Neela immediately surfed to SFist.com to find out the magnitude. And intrepid editorial assistant Jimmy cowered under the table, which, perhaps not so helpfully, was made of glass.
As a San Francisco native, I would like to say I take earthquakes in stride, that I am completely unperturbed when buildings and freeways sway around me. But the truth is, you never really get used to them. Maybe it's because I remember the devastation after Loma Prieta, the fires, the shattered windows, the broken concrete. Maybe it's the terrifying image of the collapsed Cypress Freeway that killed 40 drivers and haunts me to this day, so that I still get tense when driving under another freeway. Or maybe it's the fear that this quake is finally The Big One, the one that will finally fling San Francisco into the Pacific once and for all — or just the 7.0 one that is expected sometime in the next 25 years.
But San Francisco is a city that doesn't let stuff like this shock it. The earthquake's moment in the news cycle lasted about as long as the quake itself; the next day's news was all about the closing of the Castro for Halloween.
And Hyphen was back at work polishing up the next issue, which should be in your hands very soon.