Friday, July 13, 2012

CHINA AND THE WORLD


Top of Form
Chinese economy hits three-year low
Friday 13 July guardian.co.uk

Growth rate of 7.6% is worst since depths of global financial crisis and could drag on countries supplying Chinese industry.

China's economic growth has slowed to a new three-year low, dampening hopes it can make up for US and European weakness, but analysts have said a rebound might be in sight.
The world's second-largest economy grew by 7.6% in the three months ending in June compared with a year earlier, down from the previous quarter's 8.1%. It is the lowest since the first quarter of 2009 during the depths of the global financial crisis.
China's slowdown could have global repercussions, especially at a time when the United States and Europe are struggling. Lower Chinese demand could affect Asian economies that supply industrial components to its manufacturing industry and exporters of oil, iron ore and other commodities such as Australia, Brazil and African nations.
Other indicators, though, including strong June bank lending, which is closely tied to business activity, suggest the low point of the decline might be past, analysts have said. "The Chinese economy has already bottomed out in the first two quarters," said Xiao Li, an economist at Industrial Bank in Shanghai.
"It is not certain whether or not there will be a strong upward rebound. But at least the economic growth rate will stop coming down."
The slump raises the threat of job losses and political tension. The ruling Communist party is trying to enforce calm ahead of a planned once-a-decade handover of power to younger leaders.
China's export growth has fallen steadily and consumer spending has weakened despite stimulus measures that include two interest rate cuts since the start of June. The government is pumping money into the economy through higher investment by state-owned industry and more spending on low-cost housing and other public works.
Quarterly growth was in line with the government's official target of 7.5% for the year, which private sector forecasters say China still is likely to achieve.
"The growth rate of 7.6% is already an achievement because the economic situation facing China has been complex and severe," said Sheng Laiyun, a government spokesman, at a news conference. "We have seen tepid domestic and external demand."
Sheng rejected suggestions by some analysts that the slowdown might be deeper than reported and that Beijing ordered companies to make the economy look healthier by inflating data on electric power consumption, a key industrial indicator. "I want to say right here they are wrong," Sheng said.
China's economic growth has slown down for eight quarters, the longest slowdown since the government began reporting such data in 1992, according Yu Bin, a cabinet researcher. He said the previous record was six quarters.
The slowdown is due in part to government controls imposed in 2010-11 to cool overheating and inflation fuelled in part by Beijing's huge stimulus in response to the 2008 crisis. Chinese leaders reversed course last year and began easing controls after global demand abruptly plunged.
The government is moving cautiously after its 2008 stimulus pushed up inflation and spurred a wasteful building boom. Authorities have said curbs imposed on building and home sales to cool surging housing prices will remain in place, even though pumping up the country's slumping construction industry offers a quick way to boost growth.
Peter’s Comment
While the rest of the world struggles the Chinese economy keeps marching on at just a slightly reduced pace.
Even at the slower growth rate of 7.6%, the Chinese economy is in spectacular shape and must be the envy of many economies including the USA and the European Union.
However, there is a popular belief that China’s success is putting people out of work, lowering wages and forcing businesses to close in the western world. Some believe that Chinese goods should be boycotted because of the low wages paid in China.
Those ideas are misguided. In fact a boycott would force Chinese wages even lower.
On the other hand, if we buy Chinese our demand will help raise wages in China and as Chinese people become better off they will increase their spending with rest of the world.
China, with approximately 20% of the world’s population, is likely to achieve standard of living parity with the rest of the world when it has 20% of the world’s production of goods and services.
But where would the rest of the world be if China’s economy was growing at only the 0-2% that has been normal elsewhere for the last five years?
We should be thankful that there is at least one strong economy to save us from an economic catastrophe.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

NEW ZEALAND TRAVEL


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BusTravel NZ Ltd has undergone a total re-brand to reflect the clean green image of New Zealand. We operate vehicles ranging from a luxury sedan of three seat capacity up to 48 Seat tour coaches. The majority of our fleet are 24 seat tour coaches with a luxury specification not normally seen in vehicles of this size.
Over the years we have built a reputation for supplying well-maintained, reliable and safe coaches, along with courteous and highly trained drivers. Our customers can rely on our high level of service and we aim to always exceed your expectations. Our performance has stood the test of time.

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Greg Paul NZ Coach Enterprises was established in 1989 by Greg and Jennie Paul. Both Greg and Jennie have extensive experience working in the tourism, bus and coach industry in New Zealand and overseas. At the time of the business’s inception, the need for quality small coaches to transport overseas visitors and locals alike at a comfort level normally reserved for larger coaches was recognised.
With this in mind in 2008 BusTravel NZ was formed when Leopard Coachlines and Greg Paul formed a partnership to supply a broader range of coaches and services within New Zealand.

Our Coach Captains

Our drivers are our ambassadors.
To ensure they are efficient and skilled at their profession, our drivers undertake specific and regular training programmes, including first aid and road skills to ensure they provide you with an exceptional travelling experience.
Bus Travel NZ coach captains are considered to be some of the best in our industry. They are sufficiently multi-skilled that we regularly hire them out to other coach companies. Their special skills and knowledge are gained from many years of experience, and we always try to match our coach captains with your requirements to ensure that you have a unique experience.
Our staff, including our operational personnel, are the backbone of our company. We will provide the right driver and the right coach for your specific requirements.
Our coach captains are there to make your trip a safe and enjoyable one.
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Old Pipers at Oshkosh



AirVenture ‘Cubs 2 Oshkosh’ Event 

Celebrates J-3’s 75th Anniversary
By Stephen Pope / Published: Jul 10, 2012
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A Piper J-3 Cub


If you’re headed to Oshkosh later this month for EAA AirVenture, expect to see a lot more yellow on the grounds of Wittman Regional Airport -- specifically, Piper Cub Yellow. This year marks the 75th anniversary of the legendary J-3 Cub, the model that launched Piper Aircraft Co. in Lock Haven, Pennsylvania, in 1937, and saw nearly 20,000 built before production ended a decade later.
To celebrate the milestone, the Experimental Aircraft Association is organizing “Cubs 2 Oshkosh,” an effort to coordinate the arrivals of more than 200 Cubs from around the United States and Canada and celebrate one of general aviation’s most iconic models.
Considering that the J-3 has an endurance of only about two hours and maximum cruise speed of around 85 mph, reaching Wisconsin will be difficult task for more far-flung owners. To make the journey more fun, EAA has established a website at www.cubs2osh.eaachapter.org where participating Cub owners can make plans with others to meet up at staging airports along the way.
Cub-related events at AirVenture 2012 will include a display of artifacts and memorabilia in the Cub FBO shack across the road from the VAA Red Barn, as well as a variety of Cubs on display around that building. On Tuesday, July 24, a variety of J-3s will participate in flying demonstrations, with commentary provided by Cub experts Clyde Smith Jr. and Roger Peperell.
Among the unique Cubs expected to make the journey to Oshkosh this year will be a rare J-3P Cub equipped with a Lenape Papoose three-cylinder radial engine. Owned by the Western Antique Aeroplane & Automobile Museum (WAAAM) in Hood River, Oregon, it is thought to be one of only two Cubs still flying with this engine.
Also be sure to check out the August issue of Flying for a special 10-page tribute to the legendary J-3.

Peter’s Comment

I traveled many New Zealand air miles the J-3 successor, the PA-18 Super Cub, including two tours the length of the country in 1957 and 1958. The Super Cub had many improvements and could stay airborne for about seven hours.

RETIREMENT READING




A trucker in retirement
 
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A Trucker’s Travels

He’s a roving ol’ trucker from MargieMinnesota,
Months on the road behind a long nose  Detroit motor,
From the Florida Keys to the broad plains of Ohio.
To be loaded in Kansas and sent back to Toledo,
He’s travelled every interstate, highway and byway,
From New York to Chicago and across to LA.

Springfield, Mansfield, Bakersfield or any place in betwixt,
DaytonDentonTrenton, a trucker never knows where next.

He’s hauled Hondas to Huntsville, paint to Pittsburgh,
Machinery from Michigan, whiskey to Spartanburg,
Chemicals, textiles, carpets, ice cream and herbicide,
Picking-up and delivering coast-to-coast and nationwide,
Boondocks to metropolis to unload in a shady back alley,
Running the routes with the trucker’s Bible, a Rand McNally.

Hartford, Rockford, Rumford, Sanford or any place in betwixt,
Great Falls, Little Falls, Niagara, a trucker never knows where next.

At a customer’s yard he prays for a quick drop-and-hook,
To accumulate the miles faster in his dubious logbook.
Avoiding the speed cops and weigh stations makes him smile,
Because as an interstate trucker he gets paid by the mile.
He’ll drive eighteen hours from state to state as time flies by,
Until he finds a parking lot, ramp or shoulder for shut-eye.

Amarillo, Chico, Fargo, Hugo, Waco or any place in betwixt,
AltoonaElmiraWichita, a trucker never knows where next.

From the Golden Gate Bridge to the Great Smoky Mountains,
Passed lakes, rivers, falls, forests and high-spurting fountains,
Monuments, Statues, deserts and the winding Mississippi,
With his eighteen-wheel sleeper he’s an incurable  gypsy.
He’ll follow the blacktop through OregonMaine and Wyoming,
Until he reaches the  freeway in the sky and the final homecoming.

Chesapeake, Yakima, Kerman, Saginaw and every place in betwixt,
Bozeman, Kingman, Kerman,  the trucker trucks till the end is next

From Highway America by Peter Blakeborough

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BOOTING THEM OUT


Australian Prime Minister Julia Gillard
and the new carbon tax.


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ETERNAL LIFE - ON EARTH


Man pays $50k to go in deep-freeze when he dies
By Greg Ansley New Zealand Herald
5:30 AM Thursday Jul 12, 2012
Deck Hazen, time traveler

Mr Hazen, a retired IT specialist living in Kerikeri, is one of 10 start-up investors in an Australian cryogenics facility expected to open within two years to store bodies in the expectation that science will eventually bring them back to life.
"It's a crap shoot," said American-born Mr Hazen, who moved to New Zealand in 1986 after meeting his wife, Marion, during the installation of a computer system for the former BCNZ.
"There are no guarantees, but I think that the technology and the people and our world have interesting prospects ahead, and I'm very keen to see that."
Mr Hazen has invested A$50,000 (NZ$60,900) in Stasis Systems, a not-for-profit company that intends building a facility in regional Australia to preserve bodies at cryogenic temperatures of -196C.
The facility, only the second to be built outside the United States, will initially provide storage for 60 bodies but is designed to expand with demand.
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More than 250 people have been cryogenically preserved in the US and Russia, with about 2000 more signing contracts for the future storage of their bodies.
Mr Hazen has been following the technology of cryogenics since the early 1970s and heard about Stasis Systems through the fledgling NZ Cryogenics Group and its Australian counterpart.
He was sufficiently impressed to sign up, even though he will know it worked only if he is revived at some point in the future when scientists have worked out how to rejuvenate whole bodies rather than single cells - as at present - as well as cures for whatever finally ended his life.
"People who are inclined to want to see the future have to be optimists," Mr Hazen said.
"You have to believe the future is going to be better and we have to believe that technology is going to play a part in that betterment."
Mr Hazen said there were creatures that could withstand the effects of freezing, such as frogs that could be frozen rock-hard in nitrogen, then revived with working memories.
Their ability to learn their way through mazes had been demonstrated in experiments.
People who had drowned in cold water could also be revived.
"These sorts of things, combined with a blind faith or hopeless optimism about how things will work in the future - an understanding of nanotechnology, for example, and the potential that holds - suggests to me that it's possible," Mr Hazen said.
"The other side of that is that if you don't undergo that sort of operation, you're surely not going to see the future.
"If you undergo the operation now, there's a slim chance you could come out the other side and see what the future looks like."
Nor is he overly concerned that a future world may not want to bring the cryogenic survivors of our time back to life.
"If you had the opportunity of talking to somebody that had actually lived in the 18th century, wouldn't you be curious about a personal, first-hand explanation of what life was like back in that period?"
And Mr Hazen believes he could handle the shock of an entirely new world. He said he would miss loved ones, as he missed the relatives he had already lost in this life.
"But by focusing on the tasks of the day, making new friends, exploring the wonders that are sure to be available when one emerges into the future, I think you would go through the grieving process and come out the other end, hopefully strong enough to carry on."
His wife will not be with him. Mr Hazen said she was not optimistic about the future and thought that "all this stuff is nonsense".
But Mr Hazen reckons it's worth the shot, long as it may be: "I want to stand on the bridge of the Enterprise from Star Trek, exploring new worlds with Captain Kirk."

Peter’s Comment

Old style morgues everywhere will be abandoned

Cryopreservation has been around for fifty years or more with limited use and selling freezer-plots to super optimists has been around just as long.

It is known that tissue frozen to a temperature of  -196°C can be preserved with zero biological activity for possibly 1,000 years (no problem with that) but the tissue, if not damaged while the temperature is being lowered, will likely be damaged during the process of raising it again to room temperature.

However, the real problem that I see with this eternal life sales pitch has to be getting your money back if it doesn’t work.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

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Murder at Wairere
by
Peter Blakeborough
Published on October 10, 2011. New Zealand historical fiction. 127310 words.
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Chapter 1
Sydney, Australia, 1902
The Elingamite made an impressive sight with her long slender black hull, twin masts and huge steam funnel with three large lifeboats lining each side of the superstructure.
Newlyweds, Cedric and Doris Asker, approached some crewmen at the ship end of the gangway. An older man spoke first.
‘Mr. Asker?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘I’m First Officer Coombes. Is this your missus?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘I believe she’s going to be a maid to Mrs. Jessop-Prior. I will show her to their cabin. You will accompany Mr. Hardwick to the engine room. He has a mountain of coal awaiting your strength and stamina. And if you have notions of turning the voyage into a honeymoon, best forget it. On this ship there is no fraternizing between passengers and crew. Understood?’
‘Yes, sir.’
The Askers turned to face each other with bleak expressions. It would be five days before they would meet again to start their married life in a new country. But they knew they could not afford the trip any other way. The value of the passage was more than they had between them and they were eager to start their life in New Zealand. To be able to travel free of charge, he as a crewman and she as maid to a wealthy passenger, was a marvelous opportunity, even if it meant they could not see each other during the voyage.
‘Apart from that,’ Coombes continued with a twinkle in his eye. ‘If you’re going to earn a free passage to the land of milk and honey, you’re going to need all your strength for the shovel. Take him below, Mr. Hardwick.’
After three days and nights, three hours on and three hours off, Cedric was almost done for. The heat in the engine room was unbearable. He was caked in a thick layer of coal dust and sweat. He coughed continuously and his spittle was as black as the Ace of Spades. On the morning of the fourth day at sea the crew expected to sight the northern-most part of New Zealand. But just after sunrise a thick fog descended and Captain Atwood ordered the engines to half speed. Asker welcomed the lower speed. It meant he could shovel the coal at a more leisurely pace. It was still hard work though and he stopped for a moment and took a swig from a water flask hanging from his belt. He took a bite from an apple and placed it back in the pocket of his dungarees. Even at half speed the engines made enough noise to drown out the frantic cry from the bow.
‘Land ahead! Go astern!’
The Elingamite held its course and speed.
Atwood had expected that the Three Kings Islands would be one and a half miles away to the north of the ship’s track. Another shout came from the bow.
‘Rocks ahead, sir! God save us, sir. Full astern! Christ Almighty!’
In the depths of the ship Cedric Asker added some more coal to the inferno. Suddenly the ship lurched violently and he was flung towards the companionway. The sound of rocks ripping open the hull could be heard above the noise of the engines. Even more terrifying for Asker was the immediate invasion into the engine room of powerful jets of water. Asker ran for the steps.
‘Let’s get the hell outta here before we’re done for, Mr. Hardwick,’ he shouted at the sleeping crewman.
Hardwick sat up as though waking from a nightmare. The water was already thigh deep and rising rapidly. Cedric reached the deck and saw lifeboats being prepared for lowering over the side. It was no dream. The Elingamite and its compliment were in mortal danger. The sea was calm, the fog still thick. She was going down fast. He saw Doris with the Jessop-Prior’s on the other side of the ship.
‘Go with them!’ he shouted to his bride of five days. ‘I’m going back down for Mr. Hardwick. He’s still in the engine room.’
The Elingamite was groaning loudly, listing precariously, and still impacting violently against the rocks. Near the bottom of the stairs Cedric met the water coming up, surging, gurgling, foaming and slapping against cold, hard steel. Desperately he tried to force his way down against the rushing internal tide. He had to rescue Henry Hardwick before he went down with the stricken ship. He shouted to Hardwick but could only hear the tormented sounds of the dying ship. The force of the water lifted him like a cork on the ocean, flung him through the hatch and dropped him with a bruising thud onto the deck. Reluctantly, Cedric accepted he had no chance of getting to Hardwick and hoped the older man had already found his way out.
Cedric must have been below the deck longer than he thought because when he looked around he realized that the lifeboats had vanished into the fog. A raft near the ship was moving away, crowded with passengers and crew. Another smaller raft, apparently overlooked in the confusion, lay on the sloping deck. With it were a paddle and a canvas cover. He reached the raft and grasped hold of it just as another lurch of the ship sent him sliding and tumbling into the sea. Under the water he was disorientated, not knowing which way was up or down. He had hit the water holding his breath in terror rather than taking a deep breath to sustain him under water. When he opened his eyes he saw the underside of the raft against the sky and struck out for the surface.

Chapter 2
As his head broke the surface of the water, Cedric Asker heard a great crash and the sound of splintering timber and ripping steel somewhere close in the fog. He scrambled aboard the raft and tried to paddle toward some voices calling frantically for help. A massive explosion very close by was followed by a deathly silence.
He never heard the voices again.
As he sat alone in the silent fog, clinging to the small raft, he shivered and prayed for a miracle.
‘Please, God? If there really is a God, take me to dry land, anywhere.’
Time lost all relevance as he sat alone, cold, wet and afraid, on the raft, unable to see anything but the thick blanket of fog around him. A long time later, when the fog finally lifted, he saw a raft and lifeboat in the distance. He called at the top of his voice, waved the paddle, then the canvas, trying to get their attention. It was useless. They were too far off. The Elingamite was nowhere to be seen. She must have gone down with the explosion. After a few minutes the fog drifted in again and Cedric drifted aimlessly in the whiteout for what seemed like hours. It had been unbearably hot in the engine room. But on the sea it was unbearably cold. He started to shiver again and he put the canvas around his shoulders to ease the chill.
He wondered about Doris; was she alive and warm, or was she dead beneath the waves. He wished he had stayed with her instead of trying to rescue the old man.
He would never see her again.
He thought about his mother. His earliest memories were of a beautiful young woman who adored him. They had some wonderful times together and he missed her terribly when he left Carrathool to go to school in Sydney. After that he only saw his mother once a year and gradually they grew apart. In a way Granny Ruby, really his great-grandmother became more like a mother to him. He spent most weekends with her at Ruby’s Boarding House in Caraher’s Lane. She was the grand old lady of the Rocks, widely admired and respected, in Sydney’s oldest housing area.
He thought about the father he had never known. He had died a long time ago and his mother had promised to tell him about his father when he was old enough to understand. But in later years the subject of his father was never raised.
With the Elingamite gone and seemingly the passengers and crew too, he was now alone on the sea and he wondered if he too was about to die. . . .

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GETTING PUBLISHED


 
HOW I GOT MY AGENT: OKSANA MARAFIOTI
July 10, 2012 

       
Oksana Marafioti is the author of AMERICAN GYPSY: A MEMOIR 
(FSG Originals, July 2012). She moved from the Soviet Union when 
she was 15 years old. Trained as a classical pianist, she has also 
worked as a cinematographer. Currently, Oksana is a Black 
Mountain Institute-Kluge Center Fellow at the Library of 
Congress. See her website here.

ALL I NEEDED WAS A LITTLE PUSH
When people ask what made me first decide to write American Gypsy: A Memoir, I jokingly reply, “My agent.” In reality, this is kind of true. Though my family story was always something I wanted to explore, I never had the guts to dive in. Not until I met someone who gave me a push.
A few years back I attended the Las Vegas Writers Conference. I had a finished book in the genre of paranormal urban fantasy which I pitched to professionals until my lips felt like they were going to fall off my face. After giving away dozens of pages with the story synopsis and a short personal bio, I got a few leads and a request for a full manuscript, which was amazing.
At the end of the day I noticed a woman who looked so young that at first I was certain she couldn’t be an agent. I remember asking someone that perhaps she was a student here for the student writers contest. When I was assured that Brandi Bowles was indeed and agent with Howard Morhaim, a very reputable New York literary agency, I decided to pitch to her, too.
Brandi liked the story, but she very politely said that she wasn’t taking urban fantasies. I was ready to convince her to reconsider when she asked something really odd. “Have you ever thought about writing a memoir?” I remember looking at her as if she’d spoken Mandarin. I didn’t know people could sell books about their families unless they were Madonna, and I said as much. But she insisted there was a story worth telling, and I promised I’d write a few sample chapters. . . .

Peter’s Comment

For fledgling authors finding a literary agent to represent them to publishers can be harder than finding a publisher. It’s just a fact that there are more publishers than agents, but many publishers will only deal with agents. It can be a Catch 22 situation and many good works don’t find their way through this literary barrier.
But Oksana Marafioti highlighted a common beginning writer’s mistake without realizing it. The agent knew something that Oksana perhaps didn’t quite appreciate; the genre should be chosen to suit the market rather than what the writer wants to write.

The publishing world is currently undergoing its greatest upheaval since the introduction of the printing press. It is now possible to write, edit, submit, publish, distribute, sell, deliver and read books without a single scrap of paper being involved at any step of the way.

That makes me wonder why some dinosaur publishers still demand that manuscripts shall be typed, double spaced on one side of A4 paper with wide margins. And I further wonder what they are thinking about when you offer to do business with them and they insist that you send a self-addressed, stamped envelope.

In the new publishing world everyone can get published without an agent or publisher. But there are pitfalls and manuscripts still need professional appraising and editing. Formatting and cover design need a professional touch too.

When your new book is finally published, whether on paper or electronic, it will be a proud day for you. But it will be at that point that you will face the biggest hurdle – selling it. Remember as an indie publisher you will take on all the responsibilities of a traditional publisher.

You are still keen to write your novel, autobiography, or technical books? Good. Give it your best shot.

Monday, July 9, 2012

BIBLES AND GUNS


If Bibles were shot full of holes and holes were filled full of guns the world would be a more peaceful place. 
Agree/disagree, add your comments below.

BEYOND THE SEAS

This is my latest historical novel  Beyond the Seas When twelve-year-old orphan Nathaniel Asker is shipped from the back alleys of London to...