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July 29, 2013 | by  | in Opinion |
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Things Your Grandmother Should Have Taught You

Things the EQC should have taught you:

Protect your stuff:

Stacked books tend to fall more than books lined up across a shelf; store breakable items in lower shelves; run fishing wire across shelves holding glasses; wrap everything in bubble wrap.

Around the flat:

Make sure you know how to switch off power/gas, and that you/your landlord can secure your water cylinder (there are kits!).


Keep ‘em in every room. Stumbling around in the dark looking for candles kind of defeats their point.

Extra stuff for your EQC Emergency Pack:

Girls: tampons and a comfy bra. Nice lingerie’s nice but not for three days straight.
Guys: nothing, you’re sweet. #patriarchy

Stay off Twitter:

In the immediate aftermath of a major quake, the media can be live-saving. But in the days and weeks after, constant exposure to constant coverage can exacerbate quake-induced anxiety. Stop scrolling through @geonet, watch Arrested Development.

And if all else fails:

Time your aftershock predictions right, and make someone’s world move.

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