Fighting Fire

Fire is one of those things that soci­ety trains us for. Rome fell to it. Chicago. Atlanta. And so many oth­ers. Even in today’s world a fire is big news. Wild fires rav­age wilder­ness and fire fight­ers are revered among our soci­ety. We’re so heav­ily trained by it that we will either react to it imme­di­ately or freeze up.

Well last night I proved that I react immediately.

I decided I would go see a show at SAK and just relax, ease back into work. I was get­ting con­do­lences from peo­ple through out the night and at inter­mis­sion I was stand­ing in the the­atre chat­ting with a co-worker when I hap­pened to look towards the back of the the­atre and noticed flick­er­ing orange light. The light was com­ing from where we store drinks, an area of space which is just walled off from the the­atre but doesn’t have a ceil­ing of its own.

It took a moment to reg­is­ter and when I saw the small plume of smoke I imme­di­ately real­ized what it was, fire. I dove into action say­ing to my friend, in a some­what calm man­ner, “fire.” I sprinted around and tore my way into the store room while my friend got the fire extin­guisher. He passed it to me and I quickly pulled the lock­ing pin and then extin­guished the flame.

We took care of it all and know what hap­pened. No major dam­age was done. It’s just one of those events which leaves you rushed with adren­a­line and shak­ing as your body calms down.

I’m begin­ning the move to the new domain. I made a blog post on the old home, I’m still debat­ing how I want to inte­grate the archives from the old site — if at all.

And also, in terms of fire, I need to fig­ure out how to pay taxes this year. First year I’ve owed them and I need to inves­ti­gate pay­ment plans and such. Fun fun.