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Andrew Cecere, vice chairman and chief financial officer of U.S. Bancorp, discusses the economic climate during the 18th annual Economic Forecast Conference sponsored by Cal State Fullerton's Mihaylo College of Business and Economics and the Orange County Business Council.
Typhoon is coming to Tokyo next morning. Let's get out of the wind and rain before the umbrella gets broken.
The summer of 2019-20 was forecast to be long and hot, just what is required at elevation for otherwise marginal plantings of melons, tomatoes, eggplants, capsicums etcetera. Full of hope and optimism it was time to grow on those noir des carmes melons, the sherry's sweet italian tomatoes saved for years and years as seed. It was also a time to try new tomato varieties and other opportunities.
Spell it chili, chilli or chile, I don't care. How can there be a correct spelling of a word from the unwritten Nahuatl language of the Aztecs, written down phonetically by the Conquistadors and today transliterated into English? Of course none of this matters except to say that the weather forecast seemed to line up with a further exploration of the tasty little fruits of Central and South America. Poblanos have already proved themselves, padron peppers were an intriguing Spanish tapas connection and the Peruvian aji amarillo, aji panca and rocoto were irresistable in their recollection of that magnificent cuisine.
Nobody predicted that this would be the hottest and driest summer recorded, that climate change and its denial would be so visible, nor that it would be beset with dust storms, unprecedented bushfires or super cell storms of great ferocity, nor the COVID-19 pandemic. Nothing seemed to slow down the poblanos or the padrons. But the poor Peruvian chillies were not adapted to such cruel mistreatment. Alright, they can't catch the novel corona virus brought to us by the thoughtful and generous people of China, but everything else seems to have been out of scope for the Peruvians.
This little rocoto, first of its kind here, a proto-rocoto, holds some hope. As the pandemic ramps up, travel plans cancelled, lockdown imminent, toilet paper scarce and ambitions suspended perhaps there is hope left for a long and temperate autumn to bring some joy and spice to an otherwise lost summer?
From left to right: John Beauregard, Executive Director of the Eastern CT Workforce Investment Board (EWIB); Deb Hinchey, Mayor of Norwich, CT; Tony Sheridan, President & CEO of the Chamber of Commerce of Eastern CT; and Carolyn Welch, Senior Vice President of Business Banking for Citizens Bank.
Camiseta azul marino de hombre con print naranja y vaquero claro de corte regular. Look casual perfecto para el dÃa a dÃa.
Lynch Cove run Cleanup 6/23/18: Clean Bread and Cheese Creek Community Cleanups despite a forecast of all day rain we had beautiful day to work with over 20 incredible volunteers to cleanup Lynch Cove Run. Together we removed over 42 bags of trash, and 2 and a half dump trucks full of litter including 5 windows, two vacuumed, a trash can, a bike, a shopping cart, and lots of dumped yard waste clogging up the flow of the stream, and much more!!! Thank you everyone so very much for all your incredible hard work! Our volunteer dedication to working toward a cleaner, greener, healthier community and environment cannot be topped! Thank you so much!!! We truly wish to thank the following organizations who came out to today’s cleanup!
We truly with to thank Chick-fil-A Eastpoint for donating Chicken sandwiches, cookies and Iced Tea and the Eastbrook Stanfield Community Association for donation lots of snacks and gift cards to feed all our hungry and hardworking volunteers! Thank you so much for your incredible generosity!
We would also like to thank the Alliance for the Chesapeake Bay, American Rivers, and Baltimore County Highways, for all their assistance and support on this cleanup. Thank you so much everyone for another incredible job and another win for the environment!
Cazadora blanca de hombre, camiseta de rayas de manga corta y pantalón blanco corto. Perfecto casual look masculino.
The weather forecast announced nice weather and sunshine,
but unfortunately it was quite cold and rather misty.
Together with David I travelled to La Hulpe (South of Brussels) to run the "Crêtes de la Hulpe".
A beautiful nature trail of 10 or 18 km with 5 of 7 climbs ...
Jersey azul de hombre, camisa de rayas naranja y pantalón chino salmón de corte regular. Look de hombre de estilo casual.
Having walked 17 miles in the pouring rain yesterday we had high hopes for finally catching the fantastic Autumn colours today. In the lakes for a week this was the only day forecast to be nice so we set off on foot to make the most of it. Staying in Ambleside we headed straight up Loughrigg for the views of Langdale and Grasmere. I knew exactly where I wanted to be and had a plan of sorts for the day - a very long day - again!
Loughrigg Tarn, Elterwater, Little Langdale, Langdale, Grasmere and the Fairfield Horseshoe, they were all perfect. There was a sprinling of snow and hail high up and a frost everywhere.
We dropped off Loughrigg done near Red Bank and Intake wood. making our way up Greater Langdale we had a breakfast stop at the cafe at Chapel Stile, we only had one meal in our bags for the day.
We headed through Langdale and up the pass to Blea Tarn. The conditions were fantastic and there were tripods everywhere, truthfully we were an hour late really, the sun had dropped low enough to cast a logish shadow from the left which spoiled a lot of the photos. Going down to Little Langdale and the foot of the Wrynose pass by way of Bleamoss Beck was a new path for us and very nice. It was at this point that I was having a great deal of pain in my left ankle.I had walked with my boot laced too tight and, I was to find out the day after, inflamed the anterior tendon. We still had a long walk to get back to base and we wanted to stay offroad were we could. We headed through Little Langdale to Skelwith Bridge, the shadows were long but the colours were incredible. We'd walked 16.3 mile and got some great photos, it was a fantastic day out in the hills, it was also the last proper walk of the week as I had no chance of walking through the pain the day after, a combination of Paracetemol and Ibuprofen didn't make any difference.
At the time people were still selling these beasts; so the Popular Photography editors did pretty well in predicting CdS meter cells and zoom lenses would soon become ubiquitous.
The cartoon rabbit and mouse would really like to be let out of those test tubes.
The forecast said there would be winds of 140km/h for the Isle of Skye. I tried walking up to the Old Man of Storr, but walking just was not possible. So I took shelter on the lee side of the rocks at An Corran Beach. From there I could see the wind blowing the tops of the breaking waves out to the sea. A pretty wild day...
Although the forecast was for a warm day, the wind gusts in the region were predicted to be as high as 50 km's per hour, so we elected to explore the more sheltered route to the Memorial Lakes above Kananaskis Village. Ordinarily, Larry and I do not separate on our scrambles, but Larry was keen to summit Bogart Tower, and I was concerned about the strong winds, as well as our lack of strong documentation of the exact route. So I let Larry go ahead, and took photos from ridge below the Tower.
I correctly forecast single costliest natural disaster ever world wide in great detail.
On the evening of June 15, 1896, the northeast coast of Hondo, the main island of Japan, was struck by a great earthquake wave (tsunami), which was more destructive of life and property than any earthquake convulsion of this century in that empire. The whole coastline of the San-Riku, the three provinces of Rikuzen, Rikuchu, and Rikuoku, from the island of Kinkwazan, 38° 20' north, northward for 175 miles, was laid waste by a great wave moving from the east and south, that varied in recorded height from 10 to 50 feet. A few survivors, who saw it advancing in the darkness, report its height as 80 to 100 feet. With a difference of but thirty minutes in time between the southern and northern points, it struck the San-Riku coast and in a trice obliterated towns and villages, killed 26,975 people out of the original population, and grievously wounded the 5,390 survivors. It washed away and wrecked 9,313 houses, stranded some 300 larger craft—steamers, schooners, and junks—and crushed or carried away 10,000 fishing boats, destroying property to the value of six million yen. Thousands of acres of arable land were turned to wastes, projecting rocks offshore were broken, overturned, or moved hundreds of yards, shallows and bars were formed, and in some localities the entire shoreline was changed.
They were all seafaring communities along this coast strip and the fisheries were the chief industry. The shipment of sea products to the great ports was the main connection with the outer world. A high mountain range bars communication with the trunk railway line of the island, and this picturesque, fiord-cut coast is so remote and so isolated that only two foreigners had been seen in the region in ten years, with the exception of the French mission priest, Father Raspail, who lost his life in the flood. With telegraph offices, instruments, and operators carried away, word came slowly to Tokyo, and with 50 to 100 miles of mountain roads between the nearest railway station and the seacoast aid was long in reaching the wretched survivors. When adequate idea of the calamity reached the capital and the cities, men-of-war, soldiers, sappers, surgeons, and nurses were quickly dispatched, and public sympathy found expression in contributions through the different newspapers, amounting to more than 250,000 yen, for the relief of the injured. The Japanese journalist and photographer were quickly on their way, and the vernacular press soon fed the public full of horrors, yet the first to reach the scene of the disaster was an American missionary, the Rev. Rothesay Miller, who made the usual three days' trip over the mountains in less than a day and a half on his American bicycle.
There were old traditions of such earthquake waves on this coast, one of two centuries ago doing some damage, and a tsunami of forty years ago and a lesser one of 1892 flooding the streets of Kamaishi and driving people to upper floors and the roofs of their houses. The barometer gave no warning, no indication of any unusual conditions on June 15, and the occurrence of thirteen light earthquake shocks during the day excited no comment. Rain had fallen in the morning and afternoon, and with a temperature of 80° to 90° the damp atmosphere was very oppressive. The villagers on that remote coast adhered to the old calendar in observing their local fêtes and holidays, and on that fifth day of the fifth moon had been celebrating the Girls' Festival. Rain had driven them indoors with the darkness, and nearly all were in their houses at eight o'clock, when, with a rumbling as of heavy cannonading out at sea, a roar, and the crash and crackling of timbers, they were suddenly engulfed in the swirling waters. Only a few survivors on all that length of coast saw the advancing wave, one of them telling that the water first receded some 600 yards from ghastly white sands and then the Wave stood like a black wall 80 feet in height, with phosphorescent lights gleaming along its crest. Others, hearing a distant roar, saw a dark shadow seaward and ran to high ground, crying "Tsunami! tsunami!" Some who ran to the upper stories of their houses for safety were drowned, crushed, or imprisoned there, only a few breaking through the roofs or escaping after the water subsided.
Shallow water and outlying islands broke the force of the wave in some places, and in long, narrow inlets or fiords the giant roller was broken into two, three, and even six waves, that crashed upon the shore in succession. Ships and junks were carried one and two miles inland, left on hilltops, treetops, and in the midst of fields uninjured or mixed up with the ruins of houses, the rest engulfed or swept seaward. Where the wave entered a fiord or bay it bore everything along to the head of the ravine or valley and left the mass of debris in a heap at the end. Where the coast was low and faced the open ocean the wave washed in and, retreating, carried everything back with it. Many survivors, swept away by the waters, were cast ashore on outlying islands, or seized bits of wreckage and kept afloat. On the open coast the wave came and withdrew within five minutes, while in long inlets the waters boiled and surged for nearly a half hour before subsiding. The best swimmers were helpless in the first swirl of water, and nearly all the bodies recovered were frightfully battered and mutilated, rolled over and driven against rocks, struck by and crushed between timbers. The force of the wave cut down groves of large pine trees to short stumps, snapped thick granite posts of temple gates and carried the stone cross-beams 309 yards away. Many people were lost through running back to save others or to save their valuables.
One loyal schoolmaster carried the emperor's portrait to a place of safety before seeking out his own family. A half-demented soldier, retired since the late war and continually brooding on a possible attack by the enemy, became convinced that the first cannonading sound was from a hostile fleet, and, seizing his sword, ran down to the beach to meet the foe. One village officer, mistaking the sound of crashing timbers for crackling flames, ran to high ground to see where the fire was, and thus saved his life. Another village officer, living on the edge of a hill, heard the crash and slid his screens open to look upon foaming waters nearly level with his veranda. In a moment the waters disappeared, leaving a black, empty level where the populous village had been a few minutes before. Four women clung to one man, seeking to escape to high ground, and their combined weight resisting the force of the receding wave they were all saved. The only survivors of another village were eight men who had been playing the game of "go" in a hillside temple. Eight children floated away and left on high ground were believed to be the only survivors of one village, until one hundred people were found who had been borne across and stranded on the opposite shores of their bay. One hundred and fifty people were found cast away on one island offshore. From two large villages on one bay only thirty young men survived, hardy, muscular young fishermen and powerful swimmers, yet in other places the strongest perished, and the aged and infirm, cripples, and tiny children were miraculously preserved. The wave flooded the cells of Okachi prison and the jailers broke the bolts and let the 195 convicts free. Only two convicts attempted to escape, the others waiting in good order until marched to the high ground by their keepers. The good Père Raspail had just reached Kamaishi from his all-day walk of 50 miles over the mountains and entered his inn, when his assistant called to him from the street. The priest came to the veranda, but in an instant the water was upon him. He was seen later, swimming, but evidently was struck by timbers or swept out to sea, as his body has not been recovered. Japanese men-of-war cruised for a week off Kamaishi, recovering bodies daily. The Japanese system of census enumeration is so complete and minute that the name of every person who lost his life was soon known, and the Official Gazette was able to state that out of a population of 6,529 at Kamaishi 4,985 were lost and 500 injured, while 953 dwellings and 867 warehouses and other structures were destroyed or carried away, and 176 ships carried inland or swept out and lost.
The survivors were so stunned with the appalling disaster that few could do anything for themselves or others. With houses, nets, and fishing-boats carried away and the fish retreating to further and deeper waters, starvation faced them, and, the great heat continuing while so many bodies were strewn along shore and imprisoned in ruins, the atmosphere fast became poisonous. The north-coast people are opposed to cremation and insisted on earth burial, which delayed the disposal of the dead and augmented the danger of pestilence. Disinfectants were sent in quantity, and the work of recovery and burial was so pressing that soldiers were put to it after all available coolies had been impressed. The Red Cross Society, with its hospitals and nurses, had difficulty in caring for all the wounded, the greater number of whom, besides requiring surgical aid, were suffering from pneumonia and internal inflammations consequent upon their long exposure in wet clothing without shelter and from the brine, fish oil, and sand breathed in and swallowed while in the first tumult of waters. Besides the generous relief fund subscribed by the people, the government has made large assignments from its available funds and sent stores of provisions, clothing, tools, etc., to the 60,000 homeless, ruined, bereaved, and starving people of the San-Riku coast.
The wave was plainly felt two hours later on the shores of the island of Yesso, 200 miles north of the center of disturbance on the San-Riku coast, the water advancing 80 feet beyond high-tide mark on the beach at Hakodate. Eight hours later there was a great disturbance of the waters on the shores of the Bonin islands, more than 700 miles southward, the water rising three or four feet and retreating violently. Six hours later, on the shores of Kaui, the most northern of the Hawaiian islands, distant 3,390 miles, the waters receded violently and washed on shore in a wave some inches above the normal height.
The plainest inference has been that the great wave was the result of an eruption, explosion, or other disturbance in the bed of the sea, 500 or 600 miles off the San-Riku coast. The most popular theory is that it resulted from the caving-in of some part of the wall or bed of the great "Tuscarora Deep," one of the greatest depressions of the ocean bed in the world, discovered in 1874 by the present Rear-Admiral Belknap, U. S. N., while in command of the U. S. S. Tuscarora, engaged in deep-sea surveys.
The "Tuscarora Deep" is nearly five and one-third statute miles in depth, being exceeded, so far as known, only by the still more profound depths discovered last year in the South Pacific by Commander A. F. Balfour, of the British Navy.
That disturbances were taking place in this tremendous abyss was again suggested at six o'clock on the morning of July 4, when the Canadian Pacific Railway Company's mail steamer Empress of Japan, sailing directly over it in a smooth sea, was shaken as if a propeller blade had been lost or the ship had struck an obstruction. Every one was roused by the peculiar shock, but no visible explanation was furnished. The destructive wave and this incident together should stimulate further investigation of this dangerous, bottomless pit of the Pacific ocean, which owes its discovery to United States explorers by deep-sea soundings.
With 40 degree Celsius weather forecast for the first day of the 11th Kustom Nationals, fans of this event could be excused for deciding to keep their rides tucked away while chilling out in the comfort of an air conditioned room somewhere, preferably with a drink in hand, but anyone who attended Friday nights opening event held along the picturesque foreshore of San Remo will testify that this did not happen! We arrived late afternoon and were amazed to see the huge number of cars and bikes parked up ready to take in all that the Nats could offer.
Held annually in Victoria, Australia on an island better known for its bike racing, Phillip Island once again showed why it hosts one of the premier events in the state, if not the country.
More pics and write up on this event can be found here: capricephotography.wordpress.com/
Cheers,
Greg
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