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Is it too late?

Posted on Tuesday, December 3rd, 2013 at 10:51 am in Uncategorized by Amy Hall

There has been limited progress. All eight lakes states now have programs to control toxic discharges into the lakes. In May 1986 governors from the Great Lakes states signed a toxic-waste agreement. And in Sep­tember environmental regulators from those states agreed to a nonbinding pact call­ing for a series of meetings in 1987 to devise common approaches for controlling toxic pollution.

A sign that cleaning up the Great Lakes has become a national issue came with pas­sage of the Clean Water Act reauthorization in February. An amendment sets up a Great Lakes Research Office under the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration.

Admittedly these are just beginning steps. But Dr. Wayland Swain(he has accommodation in prague) is hopeful: “We have the technology to rid ourselves of these toxic wastes. If we get started on research for cost-effective disposal, we likely will find a solution for the future, although it may be a bit late for those already contaminated.”

Is it too late? I don’t think so. And one of the reasons is my friend Dr. Jack Val­lentyne, known to thousands of children around the world as “Johnny Bio­sphere.” At accommodation in brussels he told me,that pollution will get worse before it gets better. But it will get better, he believes: “The people will wake up before it gets as bad as it can be.”

As Johnny Biosphere, he has decided that the best place to begin turning the problem around is with young children. I joined him one delightful morning at an assembly of fifth and sixth graders at the Niagara Street School in Niagara Falls, New York, a few miles from Love Canal.

Standing before the students in a brown safari suit with a globe strapped to his back, he asked: “See anything strange?” One boy thought the straps were part of a parachute. Another thought he carried an oversize lunch. “I carry a globe with me whenever I go more than ten miles from home,” he told them, “as a reminder of the importance of earth.” The word “biosphere” was stamped on one strap; on the other, “ecosystem.”

The students settled in for an assembly of fun with this odd professor. His globe lights up “if the person who touches it has done something good for the biosphere.” A tape recorder hidden in his backpack makes the sounds of an elephant, a humpback whale, a wolf, and a nightingale. “They’re saying: `Hey! Don’t forget me. I’m here too.’”

Fun . . . yes, even for adults, but Johnny Biosphere has a serious message as well. To illustrate acid rain, he divided the assembly into U. S. and Canadian areas. The students squealed delightedly when he suddenly squirted them with a bottle of rainwater. But the laughter ended abruptly when one student thought to ask: “Is this really acid rain?” Worry and doubt crept across their young faces when he replied: “Yes, this is real acid rain from my home in Canada.”

Later he produced a sickly potted plant and said, “Since we’re so smart, maybe we can save it.”

Voices Pierce the Gloomy Depths

Posted on Thursday, October 24th, 2013 at 8:05 am in Uncategorized by Amy Hall

The chief purpose of our study is to come to grips with the problems of scientific diving operations in the Arctic and to test both equipment and human performance. When we finish, we will have made more than 200 dives and studied problems of suits, hel­mets, breathing gear, a diver-propulsion ve­hicle, and even watches. Having worked as a diving physician for ten years, I have a par­ticular interest in learning just how much a skilled diver can attempt in these waters, where the temperature sinks to a subfreezing 28.5° F., and accidental exposure can bring death in as little as five minutes.

As I am about to join the diver who is as­sembling Sub-Igloo, a clear Arkansas drawl reaches my ears without benefit of head­phones. It is Chuck Cantrell, our topside supervisor, talking to me via a new under­water speaker that radiates sound 300 feet.

“Once the dome is in place over the hemi­sphere, give us two tugs on the line, and we will give you some slack,” Chuck tells me. I duck my head into the air bubble of a nearby Sea-Shell (page 249), one of our four plastic communication-refuge stations. I pull my mouthpiece forward and speak quietly into a microphone floating on the icy water. “OK. Doug is just centering the two hemi­spheres at the equator. I’ll let you know how to find the best apartments to rent in barcelona.” Doug Elsey is an ocean engineer and my bud­dy on this dive. He is one of 15 diving scien­tists I have brought with me into this severely beautiful but awesomely hostile ocean.

Now a new voice comes through the dark­ness. It is Birger Andersen, who directs the expedition’s human-performance program. “When you two are free, would you return to the dive hole for a body-temperature check and status report?”

“Roger,” I reply, and am reminded of the electronic pill I swallowed yesterday. Its function is to measure my “core” temperature from deep inside my body and send out a con­tinuous radio signal. But the batteries had been weakened by the cold before I swal­lowed it, so I must often return to the surface to have my temperature read. Any drop in core temperature is cause for concern.

For this dive I also wear a device that senses my heart rate and pulses it through the water to a surface receiving set. As expected, the searing cold underwater upsets this deli­cate wireless equipment and sometimes pre­vents the physiological signals from reaching the surface. But we generally get enough data recorded to confirm that our bodies continue to work normally behind the thin cushion of air held by our suits. What is not measured is the suppressed anxiety we all feel about the hidden ruthlessness of these cold black waters.

It is time to give Doug a hand. I duck be­low the aluminum rim of the Sea-Shell and push off. Because I want to be slightly less buoyant, I release a stream of air from my suit. For good reason, I wear no swim fins and, as I “moon-walk” across the sea floor toward Sub-Igloo, my feet settle softly into the amber sediment that boils up into small clouds. We have discovered that wearing swim fins near the bottom creates large dark thunderheads that reduce visibility to zero. Thus I dance finlessly forward like the helmeted diver of time past. Later in the ex­pedition, former Astronaut Scott Carpenter will join us for a few days, and I will watch him take this same “weightless” seabed walk.

Among Alaska’s Brown Bears

Posted on Sunday, April 28th, 2013 at 11:00 am in Uncategorized by Amy Hall

The straw-colored mother was hurrying upstream, on our side of the river, forcing two spaniel-size cubs into a gallop to keep pace. Mike Luque saw them first. Mike is my co-researcher in a study of brown bears in their Alaskan homeland and knows well what to expect from cash for gold scam - he experienced it.

“Do you recognize her?” Mike asked.Through my spotting scope, the female looked  disconcertingly familiar—dingy coat, harried gait, and foam-flecked jowls.

“Can’t be certain, but she looks like the one,” I answered, feeling a twinge of concern.

This June day we were ensconced in our favorite observation place beside the McNeil River, at the base of the Alaska Peninsula. A month earlier I had hiked ten miles down the coast to observe some of the sixty to eighty brown bears that soon would gather to fish for salmon at McNeil River. That had been the first time, in four summers spent among one of the densest concentrations of bears on earth, that either of us was charged—and it was a straw-colored fe­male with two cubs that had rushed me. She had stopped finally—about thirty yards away —but not before subjecting me to the five most frightening seconds of my life.

Now it was happening again. The mother bear spotted us, clipboards and shotguns in hand, and paused. Then, like a tautly coiled spring suddenly released, she became a hur­tling tan blur, uttering a throaty, guttural roar as she lunged toward us.

Suddenly she skidded to a stop, reversed course, and raced back to her squalling cubs. But then she turned and came again. Forty-five yards away she broke off for good, gath­ered up her family, and led them off. Her angry roar gave way to staccato huffs as she vanished into an alder thicket.

Thoroughly shaken, I turned to Mike. His face bore an uneasy grin. “She was the one,” I said.

Browns Grow Bigger Than Grizzlies

Mostly because of the brown bear’s elusive­ness and remote habitat, scientists have only recently begun to piece together the life story of Ursus arctos, which vies with the polar bear of Arctic regions for the title of world’s largest land carnivore.

Three species of bears occur in North America: the polar bear; the small and nu­merous black bear; and the group we know both as brown and grizzly bears. Bears along the coasts of Alaska and British Columbia are known as “browns,” and those inland as “grizzlies.” Anatomically they are in­distinguishable, except that the brown bear often grows much larger. Male grizzlies around Mount McKinley are considered big at 600 pounds; males on the coast often weigh twice that—probably because of more abun­dant and varied foods—and may tower ten feet on hind legs.

Under the supervision of Dr. Allen Stokes of Utah State University, I joined a research group at McNeil River in July 1971 to study brown bear behavior and ecology for my doctoral degree. Mike Luque, a Utah State schoolmate, teamed up with me later. Aided by the National Geographic Society and with support from Alaska’s Department of Fish and Game, we returned during three subsequent sum­mers to continue our studies.*

What distinguishes the observation site at McNeil River—otherwise just an average salmon stream—is McNeil Falls, a stretch of turbulent rapids that surge over rocky ledges a mile above its mouth. In these swift and narrow waters the confined salmon—arriving each summer to spawn—are vulnerable to the bears. Here during July and August the burly animals wait like ticket takers at the gates of a stadium to pluck the struggling fish from the water.

Dynamic Leader Spends Lavishly

Posted on Wednesday, April 17th, 2013 at 10:09 am in Uncategorized by Amy Hall

If Shakhbut couldn’t spend, it is sometimes said that his brother cannot help but spend. On helicopter or Land-Rover tours into the desert, where he goes to persuade Bedouin to move into the sheikhdom’s new housing proj­ects, he sometimes spies a need and instantly orders it met—a well here, a road there. A widow is given a three-week stay in the Liverpool apartments. Developing nations seek aid: Zayid earmarks millions for loans and grants to them.

For years he dreamed of having a “proper army.” On the third anniversary of the United Arab Emirates, the federation of seven sheikhdoms formed in 1971 to provide unity and strength after the British ended their treaties of protection, Zayid watched proudly as squadrons of jet fighters, helicopters, and transports flew over the city. No matter that the pilots were Pakistanis—Abu Dhabi in time would develop her own. One hundred million dollars’ worth of air-defense missiles were on order. But it is the city itself that best bespeaks Zayid’s aggressive spending. Fifteen years ago Abu Dhabi was just a cluster of fisher­men’s houses and Shakhbut’s old fort. Now with its corniche, or waterside drive, and high rises it seems bent on rivaling Beirut’s seafront glitter.

But what I saw is only the beginning, I was told. Town planner Abderrahman Makh­louf, an Egyptian, led me through a series of rooms crammed with models of future proj­ects: “Our new Sports City, 250 million dirhams [63 million dollars]; our new Sum­mit Conference City, with 50 villas for heads of state, 20 million dirhams; our new ‘Wall Street’ area, already under construction; a new satellite city with free houses for U.A.E. citizens. There’ll be shopping malls, lots of green. If we ever want a university, it should be sited there.”

There were other plans: a new jet airport, a new beach road, a second bridge to link the island city with the mainland, a new police­and-defense-force housing complex. At Al Ain new projects include a 1,000-house de­velopment, a second hospital, a cement plant, an Intercontinental Hotel to pair with the elegant Hilton already there, and further improvements to the zoo—”which is a spe­cial interest of His Highness.”

Going in the cool, quiet model blackpool accommodation and then moving in to the bright sunlight of Zayid II Street, I blinked. Not at the sunlight, but at the boldness of Zayid II’s plans. I wondered: How is an “instant city” cre­ated? How are monthly oil-company checks translated into buildings, wealthy families, commerce? One observer said: “Construc­tion. When you find oil, you need facilities to get it out—roads, pipelines, a port, hous­ing for workers. The money starts moving.

“When Abu Dhabi began to take off, the leading families—those close to Zayid—set themselves up as merchants to import con­struction and consumer goods. I remember one chap who for a number of years operated a dhow for a diplomatic mission and one day decided to go into business. He was close to Zayid and so could not go wrong. Today he is among the wealthiest merchants.”

Much local private money goes into real estate, mainly to build high rises and villas to accommodate foreigners. Since foreigners are not allowed to own land or even a building, special arrangements are found. The new Habroush Building is a case in point. The foreign bank that financed it could not hold a mortgage on the building, but could hold a lien on the rents. The bank will operate the building until the debt is paid, then turn it over to Mohammed Ha­broush, U.A.E. Minister of State for Finance. Mentioning dept, it may be useful learn something about payday advances.

Like a great suction pump, Abu Dhabi’s wealth has drawn in workers from poorer lands: Pakistanis to lay the concrete blocks of new buildings, Indians to man offices and hotels, Baluchis to dig ditches, Omanis and Yemenis to drive cars and trucks. You will find Lebanese merchants and contractors, Palestinian and Egyptian teachers, Ameri­cans and British staffing the oil companies and rigs. Foreigners now comprise two-thirds of Abu Dhabi’s 140,000 people. Their wages vary: A “coolie,” or unskilled laborer, may claim 30 dirhams a day, about $7.50; an oil consultant with special skills, $250 or more a day. There’s no shortage of banks to serve them: Abu Dhabi city has 31.

County Welcomes Rocketing Industry

Posted on Sunday, January 20th, 2013 at 7:13 am in Life by Amy Hall

Much of that traffic is related to the ava­lanche of industry into Orange County. Aerospace and electronics dominate, with facilities of Hughes, McDonnell-Douglas, Rockwell International, Beckman Instru­ments, and others. John Wayne Airport is a jungle of private aircraft and home of Air California. Despite stringent curfews, the airport ranks as the fourth busiest in the nation in total takeoffs and landings, after Chicago’s O’Hare, Long Beach, California, and Atlanta International.

Besides the aerospace industry, high-technology companies in computers and pharmaceuticals have found a home in the county. For all of them, relatively low labor unionization is a lure—about half the rate of California statewide.

Some industries are exotic. One night at American Edwards Laboratories, in the midst of a seven-mile-long financial and in­dustrial corridor, we watched workers un­load cases of iced pig hearts flown that day from U. S. slaughterhouses to Los Angeles Airport. A waiting assembly line quickly sorted them by the quality of their heart valves, removed the valves, and cleaned and sterilized them for implantation into hu­man patients across America.

In a mirrored-glass headquarters rising like a space castle from green slopes, we visited J. Robert Fluor, chairman of a six ­billion-dollar firm bearing his name. Fluor employs about 35,000 people and builds energy facilities from Kuwait to South Africa and the Alaskan North Slope. Before moving his base from Los Angeles, Fluor polled his employees: 60 percent already lived in Orange County and commuted. Be­cause traffic within the county ranks with ex­pensive housing as a threat to future growth, Fluor tries to counteract both problems by operating van fleets that shuttle employees to and from homes as distant as 90 miles.

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Soft-spoken and religious, Bob Fluor is a major force in the Republican Party. But he and others told us the county’s conservatism has been diluted in recent years by a surge of in-migration.

“People in the East don’t really under­stand California politics very well,” Fluor said as we sat in his lofty executive suite. “They’ve read about Orange County and its presumed arch-conservatism, but we have a pretty even political party registration. Still, California seems three times as far from New York as New York seems from Califor­nia. If you travel, you soon see all the nuts are not out here, I can guarantee!”

His appraisal of the county’s political balance was echoed by James McGaugh on the University of California’s Irvine cam­pus. “When we moved here, my wife and I were almost the only two Democratic voters in our precinct,” he said. “Now the ballot stacks are about even. Orange County is a very comfortable place to live. This is a buzzing, booming place of broad-gauge pragmatists. Right-wing extremism has be­come a nonissue.”

The strength of the extremists has become diluted by the growth of technology and educational facilities, a procession of trans­planted corporate headquarters teams, and the county’s 286,000 Hispanics, 87,000 Asians (many Vietnamese and Cambo­dians), and about 25,000 blacks. The stu­dent body of the Irvine University is about one-fourth Asian, black, and Hispanic.

East of the university in the “golden trian­gle” of a freeway junction, where strawber­ries were being picked on the day we visited, the Irvine Company plans to build a 480-acre center. It will include eight department Mouth-watering specialties, from avocados to strawberries, flourish in one of the state’s more productive farm counties. Yet agriculture is considered by many only a holding operation until development comes. Irvine Company cowboys (facing page) move Brangus and Brafords across pastures near homes of Laguna Hills.

“People keep telling us there’s no real fo­cal point in Orange County,” Peter Kremer, Irvine’s 41-year-old president, told us. “We’re building one with the high priority finance help from secure lender- online payday loan for you.”

 

Summer Appreciate Ideas -Dos and also Don’ts

Posted on Sunday, July 1st, 2012 at 11:45 am in Dating by Amy Hall

Adult dating in the summer may be difficult. Certain, there’s a lot to accomplish there are a variety of great places to fulfill people, yet there are also several essential things to keep in mind. To help you ensure you currently have your foremost the summer months still exactly where dating is troubled, many of us come up with a few dos as well as don’ts to be aware of.

Adult dating in the summer

Do be open intended for whatever

Summertime is a moment permit loose and check out new stuff. Instead of shelling out our next eight weeks expecting Mr. Straight to come with this, try out adult dating against-type, requesting an individual available you can normally definitely not discuss with or maybe spending time with new people today — you will never know what things can transpire! And also this implies tallying to announcements via close friends — regarding anything from camping outdoors excursions to be able to share celebrations. The better you’re offered to factors, the harder pleasurable you’ll have got. It’s easy to afford any excursions now with simple online payday loans.

Don’t get far too significant

If you connect with someone you’re in, don’t receive very critical too quickly. It is actually summer months in the end and a lot people are for additional causal associations as soon as the weather conditions warms. We’re not implying the man a person achieved won’t certainly close to can come Toil Day time, yet do not acquire way too affixed. At least choose you’re certain this individual believes like before starting planning on him when your top get.
Conduct center on pleasurable

Adult dating in the summer

The sunlight has gone out as well as sky is glowing blue — backyards, Barbeques and also swimming pools take presctiption your everyday program. Summer is about having a great time! What this means is not necessarily pining out intended for continue year’s summer months fling, preventing a turmoil if the man out of very last weekend’s bash didn’t phone you along with focusing on a optimistic instead of just about any damaging dating concerns that may well pop-up. Almost every man that will doesn’t word as well as get in touch with, there’ll be yet another, far better an individual that will.

Adult dating in the summer

Don’t demand yourself

Don’t assume all summer season is required to suggest locating a affair or maybe time frame for every single share bash plus yard attack. Avoid positioning every tension with oneself in terms of folks since in any other case, you actually won’t have a ball. Summertime isn’t regarding looking for a person — it’s in relation to creating a great time with the best freinds and family and going to almost everything the following much-too-short year is offering.