Electromagnetic Ion Cyclotron (EMIC) waves play an important role in relativistic electron losses in the radiation belts through diffusion via resonant wave‐particle interactions. We present a new approach for calculating bounce and drift‐averaged EMIC electron diffusion coefficients. We calculate bounce‐averaged diffusion coefficients, using quasi‐linear theory, for each individual CRRES EMIC wave observation using fitted wave properties, the plasma density and the background magnetic field. These calculations are then combined into bounce‐averaged diffusion coefficients. The resulting coefficients therefore capture the combined effects of individual spectra and plasma properties as opposed to previous approaches that use average spectral and plasma properties, resulting in diffusion over a wider range of energies and pitch‐angles. These calculations, and their role in radiation belt simulations, are then compared against existing diffusion models. The new diffusion coefficients are found to significantly improve the agreement between the calculated decay of relativistic electrons and Van Allen Probes data.
CVCover LetterEvidence of Previous Teaching Experience (syllabi, evaluations,testimonials)List of ReferencesTranscripts for terminal degree will be requested by thedepartment The UniversitySan José State Universityenrolls over 35,700 students, a significant percentage of whom aremembers of minority groups. As such, this position is for scholarsinterested in a career at a national leader in graduating URMstudents. SJSU is a Hispanic Serving Institution (HSI) and AsianAmerican and Native American Pacific Islander (AANAPISI) ServingInstitution; 40% of our students are first-generation, and 38% arePell-qualified. The university is currently ranked third nationallyin increasing student upward mobility. The University is committedto increasing the diversity of its faculty so our disciplines,students, and the community can benefit from multiple ethnic andgender perspectives.San José State University is California’s oldest institution ofpublic higher learning. Located in downtown San José (Pop.1,000,000) in the heart of Silicon Valley, SJSU is part of one ofthe most innovative regions in the world. As Silicon Valley’spublic university, SJSU combines dynamic teaching, research, anduniversity-industry experiences to prepare students to address thebiggest problems facing society. SJSU is a member of the 23-campusCalifornia State University (CSU) system.Equal Employment StatementSan José State University is an Affirmative Action/EqualOpportunity Employer. We consider qualified applicants foremployment without regard to race, color, religion, nationalorigin, age, gender, gender identity/expression, sexualorientation, genetic information, medical condition, maritalstatus, veteran status, or disability. This policy applies to allSan José State University students, faculty, and staff as well asUniversity programs and activities. Reasonable accommodations aremade for applicants with disabilities who self-disclose. Note thatall San José State University employees are considered mandatedreporters under the California Child Abuse and Neglect ReportingAct and are required to comply with the requirements set forth inCSU Executive Order 1083 as a condition of employment.Additional InformationA background check (including a criminal records check) must becompleted satisfactorily before any candidate can be offered aposition with the CSU. Failure to satisfactorily complete thebackground check may affect the application status of applicants orcontinued employment of current CSU employees who apply for theposition.Advertised: November 03, 2020 (9:00 AM) Pacific StandardTimeApplications close: Ph.D in Urban in Regional Planning or a closely relateddiscipline Department SummarySJSU’s Department of Urban and Regional Planning is interested inreceiving applications for a Lecturer position opening to teach acourse in Real Estate Finance Fundamentals. The course willintroduce students to the complexities of real estate markets,including learning the vocabulary used in the industry and how toread simple proformas. The course will also provide students withan overview of criteria used by developers, lenders, and investorsto secure their real estate investments. Course description is asfollows:URBP 206: Market Analysis, Appraisal, & Finance of RealEstate Development (3 units): Students will be taught the realestate capital markets and the mix of the necessary financingsources required of developments. Students will evaluate criteriaused by developers, real estate lenders and capital providerslooking to minimize risk and maximize returns on real estateinvestments.The Department of Urban and Regional Planning, founded in 1970,includes an interdisciplinary and highly research-active team ofscholars and engaged practitioners. Using Silicon Valley as aliving lab, the department prepares diverse leaders who affecttransformative change and create just, sustainable, and vibrantcommunities. For more information about our department, pleasevisit our website at http://www.sjsu.edu/urbanplanning.com To receive full consideration, applications should be received byNovember 15, 2020Inquiries may be directed to: Dr. Laxmi Ramasubramanian,AICP Department Chair, Email: [email protected] Conditional AppointmentPlease be advised that an appointment is contingent upon budget andenrollment considerations and subject to order of assignmentprovisions in the collective bargaining agreement betweenCalifornia State University and California Faculty Association.These provisions state the “Order of Work,” or the order in whichavailable courses must be assigned to faculty, starting with tenureline faculty and ending with new lecturer appointees.Salary Range – To commensurate with experience.Application ProcedureClick Apply Now to complete the SJSU Online Employment Applicationand attach the following documents: Brief Description of DutiesLecturers should be able to demonstrate awareness and experienceunderstanding the needs of a student population of great diversityincluding but not limited to differences in age, culturalbackground, ethnicity, primary language and academic preparation –through inclusive course materials, teaching strategies andadvisement.Lecturers are expected to organize their classes within the CanvasLearning Management System (LMS), the official LMS provided for theSJSU community. All classes at SJSU, whether online or not, must beanchored in the Canvas platform to ensure faculty-studentconnection in a common virtual space as all students are directedto log in to Canvas for online access to their classes. Lecturerswill be provided access to this system prior to the semester startdate. Training in the use of LMS is also provided by SJSU’se-campus.Lecturers are expected to deliver course content following aschedule agreed upon with the Department Chair. Instructionincludes lecturers and lab-based or project-based assignments. Thelecturer is responsible for assigning the final grades.Required Qualifications Applicant should hold an earned Master’s Degree in Urban andRegional Planning or a closely related discipline (PhD preferred).Professional experience in addition to a Master’s degree andprevious teaching experience at the collegiate level will be highlyvalued.Applicants must be able to prepare and deliver lectures in aconventional (in class) or online modalities.Applicants must be well organized and able to deliver asupportive learning experience for our highly diverse studentbody.Ability to teach and evaluate adult learners. Evidence ofsatisfactory achievement in previous academic work.Applicants should demonstrate an awareness of and sensitivityto the educational goals of a multicultural population as mighthave been gained in cross-cultural study, training, teaching andother comparable experience. Preferred Qualifications
A Windy and Chilly start to the week From temperatures nearing 70 degrees over the weekend to temperatures in the 40’s with gusty winds, November has definitely arrived to Ocean City.
The Drury Tea & Coffee Company has launched a range of Christmas teas and infusions. The loose teas include Christmas Flavoured Black tea and Christmas Flavoured Green tea in 125g packs, as well as Christmas Rooibos Infusion and Christmas Cookie Infusion in 100g packs. The black tea features apple, cinnamon; almonds, star anise and vanilla. The green tea features ice crystal sprinkles, pink peppercorns, chocolate chips and clove buds. Cinnamon, orange blossom, blackberry leaves, cardamom seeds, ginger clove buds and safflower are included in the Rooibos infusion, while the Cookie Infusion features apple pieces, hibiscus, rosehip, orange pieces, cinnamon and ginger and cloves.RRP: £1.60 to £2.10 for leaf teas and infusionswww.shopdrury.com
Growing demand for speciality starches has prompted Tate & Lyle to expand its instant starch production capacity at its facility in Koog aan de Zaan, the Netherlands.The investment will enable the ingredients company to increase production of its Merigel range of pre-gelatinised starches, which are used as thickeners or stabilisers in puddings, pie fillings, soups, sauces, salad dressings, mayonnaise and snack products.James Blunt, senior vice president product management speciality food ingredients, said: “Two key factors are driving the growth of our Merigel range: firstly product innovation, such as fat reduction or exciting new developments in recipes; and secondly, the need for non-GM ingredients in a number of markets is also a key driver in Europe as well as in some other markets around the world.Tate & Lyle says ingredients such as Merigel 300 and Merigel 301 can help manufacturers reduce fat content while maintaining a full, indulgent taste and texture at no extra cost.
A rookie rock climber lets it all hang out.Little known fact: there are more plastic flamingos in the world than real ones. It’s a sad reflection of our willingness to sacrifice artificial habitats for real ones. We cut down trees and name streets after them.Similarly, we trade the outdoor experience for the climate-controlled safety of the great indoors. I’m not knocking gyms. I regularly swim and climb there. And I once spent 18 consecutive hours at the YMCA taking every class offered, from water aerobics to belly dancing.But too often I resort to the quick convenience of a gym workout instead of experiencing the rainy, windy, muddy, real world beneath my feet. Indoors, I was burning the requisite calories, but I was missing the connection.I realized this recently when I joined my climbing buddy on the rock. I had been climbing at a local gym for a while, which provided a great workout full of adrenaline and intensity. But there was something far more powerful about scraping my shins against real granite covered in spider webs and bat dung.We stood on a carpet of crushed pine needles and listened to the river. The bluff before us was pockmarked with flakes and finger holds that were just as challenging as any mountain climb. But we weren’t in the mountains. We were inside the Atlanta perimeter, climbing a bouldery bluff along the Chattahoochee River.Mike went first. He glided gracefully up the granite, swinging and pirouetting across the vein-popping vertical. It was a boulder ballet: the dancer lost himself completely in the dance. Athleticism became art. He rappelled back down to Earth, purified, and handed me the chalk bag.I didn’t have any of Mike’s fluid finesse. I awkwardly pulled myself up the first rock ledges, digging my fingernails into a crack of rock, then fell back down.“You look like a white boy on the dance floor—all arms and no legs,” Mike laughed. “Use your whole body.”I climbed clumsily back onto the boulder. This time, I kicked my right heel over my head and into the rock, and, like a lever, it lifted my body over the boulder. Mike whooped and whistled below.Finger-cramped and jelly-armed, I picked my way along a diagonal crimp in the rock. When I couldn’t find a fingerhold, I smeared the rubber soles of the shoes against the boulder. It gave me just enough grip to get me onto the overhanging bluff brow. Halfway up, I braced myself against the rock ledge and looked out across the treetops. I could see the river—a brown squiggly line with willow and birch bending over its banks. The morning sun slowly melted mist off the water. A heron winged across the river and perched on a mossy rock.I reached the next ledge, and the river roared its applause. But the last move was the hardest, and I’d need every scrap of strength I had left. So I stalled for a few more minutes atop the rock ledge, soaking in the scenery: the tinge of autumn in the trees, the hawks spiraling over the water, the wind high in the pines. I admired the ancient cracks of the rock face, like lines of a primordial palm, holding me steady.This was why I climbed. This was why I loved to move my body. Contact! Contact! said Thoreau. For me, contact with the gritty granite and solid earth strengthened more than my body.I chalked my hands—bloody and blistered from the rock—and shook my arms loose. After a few false starts, I dangled out along the overhanging flake of rock, fingers pinched around the thin crack, legs flailing beneath me. I panted hard and purse-lipped, like a weightlifter on his last rep of bench press.“Breathe, baby! You’ve gotta get O-2!” Mike shouted below.A golf ball of granite jutted out from the boulder above me. All I had to do was reach it and pull myself up. My arms were shaking; my teeth were clenched. I was in fourth grade P.E. class again, hanging from a chin-up bar.“Hold on! One quick, explosive burst and you’ve got it!” Mike yelled.My fingers started to slip. But I was an arm’s length away from the golf-ball rock. All it took is one more move, one last gutsy grunt to the top. In the distance, I could hear the river’s water dance over smooth, time-worn boulders. I took a deep breath, let go of my grip, and lunged for the rock. •
The Wild WithinAt 4 p.m. I stepped from the pavement of Route 150 to the saturated floor of the Cranberry Wilderness.At 4:02p.m. I was lost.At 4:05p.m. I saw a bear.West Virginia’s Cranberry Wilderness is no joke. It’s a jeweled example of the wild, expanding for over 47,000 acres in the Monongahela National Forest. Established in 1983, the Cranberry Wilderness is home to a vast array of Arctic-like flora and fauna, the boundaries of which are defined by the Williams River to the north and the South Fork of the Cranberry River to the south. A former state black bear sanctuary and haven for animals such as bobcats and foxes, the Cranberry Wilderness is one of the wildest places east of the Mississippi.Of course, I wasn’t thinking that as I stood in the drizzling rain with the trail map already in my face just two minutes into the hike. I confess: I’m no backpacker by any means. Hiking is okay. Sometimes. But to get the true wilderness experience in a designated wilderness area, hiking is about the only thing you can do.As I drove up the Highland Scenic Highway to the trailhead, I felt like I was intruding on the wilderness. The road is bordered by thick groves of hardwood pines and red spruce that stand, shoulder to shoulder, in an impenetrable barrier. The precious strip of open sky above was a dreary shade of gray, the color of a storm with no intentions of leaving. Everything was eerily still. The silence, intimidating. Even the rain felt hushed. This was a far cry from most Friday evenings for me. Music playing. People talking. Cell phone buzzing. Cars honking. There’s always noise in my life.So when I stepped from that strip of open sky into the coverage of the Cranberry Wilderness, it felt much like I had just jumped into a body of water and was sinking to the bottom, ears pulsating and muffled from the pressure. At first, my initial thought was one of sensory deprivation. Light, rain, and for a moment, even sound seemed to vanquish beneath the canopy.After a moment, though, the magic of the wilderness opened up. The outlines of shoulder-high ferns and dense stands of spruce came into focus. Wildflowers and blooming rhododendron popped against lush shades of green. The forest smelled sweetly of pinesap. Birds of unknown origin chirped and twitted above.This is what they write in fairy tales, I thought in awe.I started walking, for I am not one to stand around too long and simply ponder. My brain was still churning from the morning’s emails, thoughts about deadlines, the growing to-do list. I trudged on, sloshing through the barely discernible trail, weaving through tree trunks and soaking up droplets from waterlogged undergrowth.Immediately, something told me to stop. I looked up. I knew the trails weren’t marked in wilderness areas, but I didn’t imagine they would be that hard to keep track of. Yet the more I stared at what I had assumed to be the trail beneath my feet, the more uncertain I felt of that assumption. I backtracked, thinking I might see some signage to direct me the right way.I saw nothing.Frustrated, I reached around and opened the top of my pack, pulling the wilderness map from its Ziploc bag. As I unfolded it, the sound of a branch snapping nearby caught my attention. I whipped around.The equally surprised face of a young black bear stared back at me some several yards away. We looked at each other in quiet assessment for just a moment before he turned, crashing into the forest. I watched him go until the last black patch of his rump had disappeared. Returning my attention to the map, I faintly recalled a description I had read in a guidebook at some point, something about the trail passing by an information kiosk.I looked around, scanning the endless greenery for the elusive kiosk until finally, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sliver of what appeared to be a roof. I parted a meadow of unkempt grass that stood navel-high and found, to my surprise, the information stand! I looked back at the trail I had created. Surely the rest of the hike would not be like its bushwhack of a beginning.And it wasn’t, at least initially. I hiked and hiked for hours, passing mushrooms of every variety and meadows so lush and mystical, I thought for sure I had stepped through the wardrobe and into the land of Narnia. Every few yards I would find myself dodging (or, more often, getting hit square in the face with) an extensive spider web system. Their master spinners were sometimes as large as my clenched fist.My watch beeped. I looked down, surprised to see that it was already 7p.m. As if on command, like I had summoned it to appear, one of the most amazing campsites I have ever seen beckoned to me from below the trail. I hopped down, breaking through tangled brush and sliding on my butt down a muddy embankment to McClintock Run, a mere trickle of a tributary.By 8p.m. I was fed but exhausted. The rain had let up, or so I assumed, though the leaves continued to shed raindrops throughout the evening.By 8:30 p.m. I was nestled in my cocoon of a hammock, fast asleep.At 3a.m., I awoke to the loud split-crack-woomph of a tree falling nearby. It shook the ground beneath me, so much so that I thought its branches would surely rip through my rain fly and crush me. It was a cold night, much colder than I had anticipated, and I shivered in my 50-degree sleeping bag as I anxiously tried to rock myself back to sleep.At 6a.m., I wearily came to again, feeling much like a tractor-trailer had t-boned my forehead. Pounding temples, achy body, sore throat, congested nose. I dismissed it, thinking my luck had finally run out and I was no longer immune to allergy season. I wanted to start hiking, though I’d promised myself I would take my time, relax at camp, and read. Specifically, I told myself, I would read Wallace Stegner’s legendary “wilderness letter.”An American novelist with a passion for the environment, Stegner wrote a letter to the Outdoor Recreation Resources Review Commission in 1960 that helped inspire the American people to support one of the most important decisions this country has ever made for our wild spaces: passing the Wilderness Act of 1964. This year marks the 50th anniversary of that significant achievement, so I found it appropriate to read his letter during my first solo wilderness experience.“Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed,” he wrote. “Without any remaining wilderness we are committed wholly, without chance for even momentary reflection and rest, to a headlong drive into our technological termite-life.”At 9:30a.m. I started to pack up camp. While I worked, I considered Stegner’s phrase, “technological termite-life,” and how at times, I thought of my own world as nothing more than a twisted mess of screens and cords and cables. I pondered his words, admiring the man for his wisdom and foresight, as desolate a descriptor as it may have been. My technology-riddled days were what led me to backpacking in the Cranberry Wilderness in search of quiet, some momentary respite from the chaos of life. I could feel all-too-acutely Stegner’s presence there underneath the seeping canopy, hopefully looking on in approval of my decision.I hoisted my pack onto my knee, sliding my arm through the strap and shifting its weight around. It seemed heavier than the day before, perhaps from the soaked gear that now sat hard above my hips. Ignoring my aching body and already pruney feet, I picked my way through the vegetation up to the trail again.By 10 a.m., the previous day’s cakewalk of a hike turned sourly difficult. Head reeling, heel rubbing, calves burning, patience waning. I got off trail a number of times, spending precious minutes retracing my steps to the last stone cairn, which was randomly placed where the trail simply disappeared. The gentle downhill gradient had turned into a stiff uphill march, and I knew it would only get worse for the remaining 10 miles of my planned loop. I knew, too, that those last 10 miles constituted the most rugged terrain in the wilderness and were, consequently, the sections where hikers were more prone to getting lost.At 11:30a.m. I collapsed on the ground, berating myself for feeling so weak. My body aches had not subsided, and I feared my “allergies” were really the onset of a head cold. What’s more, a quick peek beneath my grimy socks revealed a hot spot on my left heel, which I was feeling too stubborn to tend to. I glanced at the map to check my progress: only a mile-and-a-half gained in about an hour-and-a-half of hiking. Swell.By 11:34a.m. I threw in the towel. The rain had picked up significantly again, and if my assumptions about my health were correct, another cold and wet night in a hammock would surely not help any.I’m never okay with giving up on anything, though. To an onlooker, I must have appeared much like a puppy that had just been punished for peeing on the carpet, tail between her legs, head down. I spent the first few hours of my return hike chastising myself for not bringing echinacea or whiskey or whatever it is people use to jumpstart their immune systems. For choosing to bring my lightweight summer bag instead of the warmer down alternative that sat high and dry back at the trailhead. For thinking, no matter how distantly, that I just might be able to make it through this wilderness experience unscathed.By 3:57p.m. I was sitting in the car, shivering in my soaked clothes and blasting the heat. I hadn’t eaten since earlier that morning, but I had no appetite. I was feeling too deflated, too defeated. I put the car in drive and pulled out of the trailhead parking lot.It wasn’t until a few weeks later that my time in the Cranberry Wilderness really started to mean something other than a failure. I was visiting my parents at their home and found myself flipping through a copy of my college honors thesis, in which I sought to answer why seemingly normal people with families, 9 to 5 jobs, and a load of other responsibilities still risked life and limb in pursuit of adventure. I concluded in agreement with a sociologist from Norway, Gunnar Breivik, who said, “We need to save the wilderness around us, but also the wilderness within us. We need to let l’homme sauvage, the wild human being, get a fair share of our life.”Immediately my thoughts turned back to those 24 hours in the Cranberry Wilderness. In total I had hiked only 13 miles instead of the intended 23. It wasn’t groundbreaking or book-worthy. It certainly wasn’t the hardest thing I’d ever done, nor was it necessarily easy. But it also wasn’t a failure by any means, like I’d been letting myself believe for the past month.In Stegner’s Wilderness Letter, he advocates for the preservation of wilderness areas, for “it was the challenge against which our character as a people was formed.” The bushwhacking, the unmarked trails, the unforgiving weather. The challenges I faced in the Cranberry Wilderness pale in comparison to the obstacles our ancestors encountered. Although those conditions largely defined my hike, it was through those bumps in the road that I was permitted a momentary break from the stresses of everyday life. I was allowed, or more appropriately forced, to tap into my l’homme sauvage, my wild being, if only for those 24 hours. In the face of hypothermic conditions, a weakening immune system, and the potential for getting helplessly lost, suddenly my worries about returning emails seemed petty at the most.Stegner talked about how even the simple notion of a wilderness existing somewhere in the world was enough to sustain a human being. But now, 50 years later, I have to disagree. I think we need more than just the idea of wilderness in our lives. We need the real thing. We need to feel in our very bones what the temperature is at night. We need to wake not to any alarm but to the rising of the sun. We need to let nature reclaim a bit of our soul and reignite the wilderness that resides in us.–Jess Daddio is Blue Ridge Outdoors’ travel editor. Follow her adventures at LiveOutsideAndPlay.com.
July 15, 2002 Regular News M iddle District amends local rules United States District Court, Middle District of Florida, has adopted amendments to its local rules, that became effective July 1.The local rule amendments were reviewed and approved by the court after a period of public notice and comment. The July 1 local rules have been reprinted in their entirety and supersede all prior versions.A copy of the local rules may be obtained from the court’s Internet site, at www.flmd.uscourts.gov. When available, the court plans to offer printed copies of the local rules to the public at the intake counter in each divisional clerk’s office.Should you be unable to access the Internet site, contact the nearest divisional clerk’s office for a copy printed from the site. Middle District amends local rules
The Federal Reserve’s Faster Payments Task Force is currently evaluating responses to its call for faster payments proposals. Fed officials reported they received more than 20 responses by the April 30 submission deadline.Each proposal will be evaluated based on how well it meets the Fed’s 36 criteria for an up-to-date payment system. A Fed-appointed task force established those criteria in 2015. The task force consisted of more than 300 representatives from financial institutions (FIs), tech companies, retailers, government agencies and consumer groups.Des Moines-based electronic payments company Dwolla submitted its own faster payments proposal. “[Dwolla’s] strategy for FIs involves working through third parties while assisting with interoperability in future faster payment scheme,” Dwolla CEO Ben Milne said in a recent paymentsource.com article.In one of TMG’s latest Connect LIVE webinars, I had the opportunity to discuss the nation’s fixation on faster payments with several of my colleagues. During this webinar, we addressed key topics linked to faster payments, including: continue reading » 5SHARESShareShareSharePrintMailGooglePinterestDiggRedditStumbleuponDeliciousBufferTumblr
Namely, this is an award that is a joint project of the People’s Republic of China and sixteen countries of Central and Eastern Europe gathered under the initiative “China +16”. The initiative encourages interested countries to design an original tourism product or route for the Chinese tourism market. This award was created at the initiative of the Croatian delegation in Dubrovnik in 2018 during a meeting on tourism cooperation between China and the countries of Central and Eastern Europe. Projects can apply until May 31, 2019 to the e-mail address [email protected], while the winner will be announced on September 9th. The awards ceremony will be held on October 23 at the 5th Tourism Conference “China +16” in Riga. The application deadline is May 31, 2019. Applications for the Marco Polo International Tourism Award have been open since the beginning of this month. “Marco Polo” will be awarded once a year for the past year in recognition of the contribution of tourism entrepreneurs such as tour operators and travel agencies for the best tourism product that includes local history, tradition, culture and tourism of special interest, but also includes at least three Central and Eastern European countries. . Applications must be completed in English, and the description of the tourist product must contain the company profile (max. 150 words) and the main characteristics, goal, results achieved and impact on the local community. Also, the application may contain additional documents such as photos, videos, pictures and the like. The application form is submitted in PDF format, and additional documents must be submitted together with the application form. The advantages of the award are certainly the presentation of the awarded products at a high-level meeting for tourism in Riga, a one-year promotion through communication channels and a network of TCC and 16 Central and Eastern European countries, the “Marco Polo Award” with a recommendation of tourism cooperation China – CEEC and the awarded gold medalist has the opportunity to participate in CITM Shanghai 2019 at the invitation of the CNTO Budapest. Links to the relevant documentation can be found below: APPLICATION FORM, ELIGIBILITY AND EVALUATION CRITERIA, APPLICATION RULES, APPLICATION INSTRUCTIONS.