“The coming storm” is a very short audible book I listened to from Michael Lewis. It is included in my audible plan and I just can’t resist the freebie. It’s a habit I have tried to get rid of for years, but… What I try to achieve have never be matched by what I actually achieve.
The book is about weather prediction, how accurate it has become, how companies sell the weather data which is in itself public and free. It is an interesting read when I am doing my chores. It also tells stories of two people, Kathy Sullivan, the first woman in space, who contributed to the weather data collection and analysis and D.J. Patil, who almost failed high school, but eventually became a mathematician and political advisor. Actually I am very interested in these two people who seem to have a lot of interesting things to say about themselves, but the book is too short to dwell on these characters.
The book mentioned an interesting phenomenon–the reason people don’t want to go to shelters when hearing the tornado warning is that people don’t think the tornado would hit their house. That’s true, isn’t it? Tornado is not like tsunami or hurricane, in which every house in the area would be affected. Tornado only has a narrow path of destruction and the surrounding houses are spared of the ill fate. This made people think that their chance of not getting hit is pretty high–people really count on their luck and their power of pray.
I still haven’t finished his book “The Big Shot”. It has been several years and it is still perched on my kindle library marked with 5% read. I watched the movie in a packed movie theater where I sat in the front row–the only row available–and my neck ached for hours afterwards. Movie watching kills the curiosity for the book.
I am still listening to the book “The Premonition” and it is quite interesting. I am at 10% right now and so far the pandemic is still not mentioned yet. It is talking about the Santa Barbara hepatitis C epidemic–a very small one–in which a very dirty clinic caused the infection of its clients. It is quite unbelievable, isn’t it? In Santa Barbara, such a snobby posh place full of celebrities, such a clinic could exist, but it did exist and the doctor had been there for decades, running a clinic with his relatives without qualification and making injections without changing the syringe between patients.