Apocalypse recipe: One year of sustenance

My longtime friend, the esteemed writer Ian Williams, lives in New York City. When the 9/11 horribility hit, Ian and his wife and sister were some of the people who actually ran towards the towers as they fell — not literally, but almost — and they stepped up during the tragedy to … well, to do a lot of things, but basically to facilitate the emergency workers’ ability to do their jobs in the first days. Cajoling gourmet food from restaurants, finding clean bottled water, helping lost children find their parents, passing out clean T-shirts in rainstorms to people covered in dead-body dust, what have you.

Yeah. Gnarly, as they say here in California.

Starter kit for the Apocalypse

June 22, 007
SF

Sitting around talking about the Apocalypse, as we do, I once told Otto about my ongoing fantasy of packing a basic survival kit. Why have I not done that yet?, I asked. I can quote lines from Mad Max 2 and Tank Girl like any good DPW woman can, but for some reason I have not yet taken the first step at home to ensure my own survival (except the knowing-my-firearms part).

my little ponys. i pick the muscular Conan-looking one

It’s easy, Otto said — go get a camping backpack or a rolling airplane pilot’s suitcase from the thrift store, and just throw all this stuff in there and you’re basically good to go. And I got out a pen and paper and he rattled off this list to me.