[this is a "back-post" written 2010-03-01]
I was riding the subway on my way up to Ilsan, this afternoon. There was a giant earthquake near Concepción, Chile. And at almost exactly the time that the earthquake was occuring, I was reading Pinochet's chapter in his autobiography about his own experience in the January 24, 1939, earthquake in near Concepción. Of course, I didn't realize the synchronicity until hours later, when I heard about the Chilean quake. But it struck me profoundly. Obviously, pure coincidence. But still kind of eerie.