Arcimoto unveils its three-wheeled electric car.
A buddy warned me not long ago, to avoid handling cash register receipts because they cause cancer. True or false?
Mores studies are needed, but probably true.
Lowdown: Bisphenol A (BPA) is used to line aluminum cans, in medical equipment, food packaging — and in heat-sensitive paper used for ATM, business and store receipts. BPA and chemically similar compounds mimic estrogen, potentially causing health problems, including increased risk of cancer, heart disease and diabetes.
BPA is absorbed through the skin, and cashiers who handle receipts without gloves have elevated levels of BPA in urine samples. Absorption may be aided by lotions and sunscreens designed to breakdown dermal barriers. Substituting Bisphenol S (BPS) is not a solution. It causes similar problems, and lingers longer in the environment.
What to do:
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Change.”
Last January, things were looking gloomy for farmers on Seavey Loop Road. They’d already had to stand up to corporate-organized concerts in Buford Park to the west, and the City of Springfield was planning an industrial park to the east (Scribbler’s report, 1/31/15).
The concerts were banned, after a three-day event hosting 27,000 mostly out-of-state celebrants with music so loud it rattled houses 5 miles away. County authorities agreed with local residents — that’s enough of that.
The industrial zone seemed like a done deal, though.
Nevertheless, the neighbors rolled up their sleeves.
Lo and behold.
The city decided they didn’t need quite as much land as they thought, and other sites were better suited.
What industry creates more jobs in Europe than Ford, General Motors and Chrysler combined?
Cycling in the EU brings in €205 billion a year, when all its benefits (tourism, cardiovascular health, fuel savings, lower carbon emissions, reduced congestion, noise and air pollution) are accounted for. In 2013, EU bicycle sales were almost double car sales.
Not holding my breath that the US love affair with cars is ending anytime soon. I myself fall off the wagon when it gets cold and rainy.
Still, it’s useful to know what great job creators cyclists are, especially if you happen to run into an advocate for taxing bicyclists (to make up for gas taxes cyclists don’t pay).
UPDATE: three-year campaign to make my biking route safer bore fruit. A nice new sign explaining things appeared this summer.
The old sign encouraging people to cross speeding traffic to a mid-block sidewalk cut-out is still there, but hidden, in summer, when there are leaves. Probably doesn’t endanger too many.
Ringing my bicycle bell in salute to city council. It’s a partial victory. It’s a small bell.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Today Was a Good Day.”
- Rain. What a relief.
- Sea Star. Starfish have been dying of a mysterious disease, but here was a healthy one.
- Family from far and wide at the coast.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Off-Season.”
In Cozumel, Mexico, off-season means empty streets and empty beaches. Switch the sun screen for an umbrella and you’re good to go.Travel tips for off-season Cozumel: 1. Swim. The water is still warm.
2. Visit San Miguel, where most locals live. Waterfront businesses are priced for cruise ship passengers, but a few blocks inland is a vibrant community of shops and businesses, some willing to bargain.3. Visit the national preserve Punta del Sur at the south end of the island. Miles of undeveloped coastline, large lagoons, complete with crocodiles and flamingos, and a great beach for snorkeling. During high season the place is mobbed by visitors tearing up and down the access road in four wheel drives vehicles. When the weather isn’t so nice, the place empties out.
4. Visit Mayan ruins.5. Sign up for a turtle release party. Two species, loggerhead and green turtles nest on the island, and several others migrate through and feed in the vicinity. Nesting season runs from May to November. The Parks and Museum Foundation’s Punta Sur Park Turtle Salvation Program, takes visitors out with turtle brigades (maximum of 15) to assist with release of hatchlings, and for study and guard duty. The City of San Miguel’s Volunteer Turtle Salvation Program, also helps protect nesting turtles. Both groups are in need of volunteers and financial support.
6. Eat. Our two favorite restaurants: Kinta Mexican Bistro and Kondesa, owned by chef Kris Wallenta and his brother Jason. Kinta focuses on traditional Mexican flavors and dishes with an imaginative twist — wonderful sauces, cozy setting. Kondesa’s bar opens to a garden restaurant with a zen theme, and it’s menu features locally caught fish. The guak (guacamole) trio appetizer was fantastic.
7. Learn about recent history, politics and environmental issues. Visit the museum, learn about the impact of six boa constrictors released from a film set, of resorts on turtle nesting sites, how the island was affected by Hurricane Wilma in 2005, and by the 2008 financial crisis.
8. If all else fails.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Forces of Nature.”
“The planet is fine. The people are f—ed.”
― George Carlin
How’s the weather in your part of the world?
Here in the northwest US, water and snow are in short supply. It’s a big change for us, who are used to winters so rainy that sometimes moss grows in the middle of the streets.
In the Willamette Valley where we live, the warm, dry winter brought a lush spring. Strawberries appeared at the farmer’s market two months early. Apple trees are loaded with fruit, and the roses are already in bloom.
On the eastern side of the state, where we visit to watch birds, hike and enjoy the quiet, evidence of the dry winter is everywhere — empty ponds —
— Low snowpack.
One dry year does not an apocalypse make, and, as climate scientists keep reminding us — the weather outside the window isn’t evidence of climate change one way or the other — but California is four years into a drought. Drought could happen here, too.
“Men argue. Nature acts.”
Ever heard of Lord John Browne, Baron Browne of Madringly?
In May, 2007, Lord Browne abruptly resigned as CEO of the oil company BP, after he was outed by a tabloid newspaper. With tales of a greedy lover juicing up the media, he decided to throw in the towel. It cost him $30 million in stock options and retirement benefits.
Up to that point, John Browne had been a company man, a lifer, who joined BP in 1966 as an apprentice and worked his way to the top. He was there when British Petroleum became BP, and turned the company into the fourth largest corporation in the world. He stayed out of the limelight, partly to hide the fact that he was gay.
Although professionally respected, Browne was privately the butt of jokes and speculation. He was small in stature, and employees who didn’t like him nicknamed him “elf,” short for evil little f_____.
He was also ridiculed by peers — for embracing climate change.
At a time when other executives called global warming a hoax, he rebranded BP as “Beyond Petroleum,” supported the Kyoto climate treaty, vowed to cut BP’s greenhouse gas emissions by 10%, and invested $500 million in solar power.
Instead of pretending to go green, said others, Browne should have been paying more attention to maintenance.
Above, 2005 explosion at a BP Texas refinery, killing 15 and injuring 170. Also under Browne’s watch: 2006 pipeline failure Prudhoe Bay, which spilled millions of gallons of oil.
BP’s stock value sank. John Browne was exposed, and eased out.
Oil executives were by then acknowledging that the cheap and easy oil was gone, but they weren’t interested in wind and solar. The consensus was that demand would rise ad infinitum, and that the smartest thing to do was invest heavily in the oil that is difficult, dangerous and dirty to extract. Browne’s successor at BP, Tony Hayward, doubled down on fracking, tar sands extraction and deep water drilling.
Meanwhile, John Browne moved on with the same vigor he’d demonstrated at BP. He encouraged gay entrepreneurs and published a book, The Glass Closet. He was knighted by Queen Elizabeth, installed as President of the Royal Academy of Engineering. He kept his hand in the oil business too.
Fast forward to 2015.
The bet on dirty oil was wildly successful. World oil production rose from 85.1 million barrels per day in 2005 to 92.9 million in 2014, and profits were, for awhile, staggering.
But — surprise. Prices today are half what they were a year ago, and may not rise again anytime soon. Energy Information Administration (E.I.A.) predicts “slower demand will continue for the next decade.” One of the reasons? People everywhere are waking up to the threat posed by climate change.
Oil companies have laid off workers. Shell dropped plans for a petrochemical plant in Qatar. Chevron set aside a proposal to to drill in the Arctic seas. Norway’s Statoil changed its mind about drilling in Greenland.
Of course, this could all change if prices climb again. Still, we have a pause, a breather in the mad dash for oil.
And Lord Browne? Whether or not he was serious in 1999, he’s still sounding the alarm about global warming. Climate science is settled, he recently declared, but “this conclusion is not accepted by many in our industry, because they do not want to acknowledge an existential threat to their business.”
The battles continue. Old school oil executives vilify Browne, as do environmentalists, but my, how things have changed.
Eight years ago, one of the most powerful executives on the planet was trying to hide his sexual orientation, and climate change was mostly relegated to the back section of the papers. Now executives, congressmen and sports stars are proudly coming out; and climate change has moved from the back to the front pages. The world oil market is flooded, partly because — who would have guessed? — demand has slowed.
Is John Browne courageous or opportunistic? Does it matter? More important: Are we finally ready to begin the painful process of weaning ourselves from oil?
While we in the Pacific Northwest are starting a winter-less spring, and the Northeast is awaiting yet another snowstorm, it doesn’t seem to have hit many Americans’ radar that there are four tropical storms in the South Pacific.
The biggest, Pam 15, is passing today almost directly over Port Vila, Vanuatu, a category 5 hurricane with winds over 150 miles per hour.
Six months ago, Vanuatu wasn’t on my radar. We’d never heard of it, not until our daughter, who volunteered for the Peace Corps, received an assignment there. Now, I often dream of Vanuatu — big, colorful, vivid dreams.
It’s hard to let go of your children, and really hard when they decide to go far away, even when it’s an amazing, courageous and wonderful thing to do.
It might be harder though to adjust to the idea that the world she’s just started to get to know, the new friends, the culture and the wonderful people, are all under threat.
The 80-plus islands of Vanuatu are northeast of Australia, and until the 1980’s known to westerners by the colonial name, New Hebrides. It’s the birthplace of bungee jumping, and home to live volcanos. A 2004 “Survivor” series was set in Vanuatu. Ambae, the island where our daughter would live and work as an IT specialist, was the inspiration for James Mitchell’s “Songs of the South Pacific.”
Vanuatu was featured last month in the Bill Weir’s TV series “The Wonder List”, which highlights countries that are just about to be forever changed by westerners. He described it as Hawaii without hotels.
Some of the islands are hilly, with villagers protected from rising seas, but many are low-lying and vulnerable.
And all are vulnerable to storms.
It’s impossible to pin any one storm on climate change, but scientists assure us that more storms, and more violent storms are on the way.
The Peace Corps volunteers have been evacuated and are waiting to hear about the fate of the people they have come to know and love.
Above: our daughter’s “little brother” runs away with her kite.
Have you, or has anyone you know volunteered for the Peace Corps? Where? Has that country been affected by climate change?
Do you check out the messy side of the places you visit?
When we travel, tidy arrangements for visitors are much appreciated on my end, but it doesn’t seem right to go away without lifting the carpet. When we went to Disneyland, it was all I could do not to open the “employees only” doors, to peek behind the scenes. In New Orleans, we took side trips to quiet neighborhoods where people live and work, despite tourist-book warnings about safety.
Life is both glorious and grubby. When a man-made place looks perfect, it means the people who constructed and maintain it are hiding something. Maybe it’s a good something. Maybe not. To uncover the secrets of a place, I generally try to find out (1) where the water comes from and (2) where the trash goes.
In Singapore, surely one of the tidiest countries on earth, we learned there are almost no native sources of water. That’s pretty amazing for a country with 5 million people squeezed into an area about half the size of Los Angeles. How do they do it?
Singaporeans are largely dependent on Malaysia for water. They supplement with catchment basins for rain, water recycling, desalination and set aside estuaries for water storage, but for the most part the water has been, at various times, shipped and piped in.
And trash? Very complicated. There is one landfill, on an artificial island.
Household recycling is voluntary and complex, since most people live in high rises.
Some industrial waste is repurposed. Waste that can be burned is sent to incinerators, which generate energy; also pollution, but apparently not very much. The ash is transported to the landfill. Their goal is a 60% recycling rate, which is phenomenal given how most of the rest of the world deals with trash.
But enough about Singapore.
This week we visited a small outpost on the Sea of Cortez. Spectacular. Remote.
Trash? Most of it dumped, covered with palm fronds, just out of sight of the resort.
Water comes from the mountains, which also supply Cabo San Lucas, about 4 hours from where we were.
It is filtered for drinking, and post-use, processed in a septic field. Or so we hope.
Efforts in Mexico are underway to capture trash for recycling, but as anyone who walks along storm tossed beaches can see, that battle is only beginning. In an hour of trash-collecting on the uninhabited island of Cerralvo, we gathered a full bag of plastic: water and soda bottles, tooth brushes, shampoo bottles, shoe soles, umbrella handle, twine, tubing, and many dozens of bottle caps.
If you are traveling to the La Paz area and are interested in minimizing the impact of the trash you leave behind, check out this post by Fives on the Fly.
What’s going on in your neighborhood in the water and trash departments?