Pilot License Fraud in India

The Jagran Post reports a fourteen commercial pilots had their license cancelled recently and now four people have been arrested.

Bharat Bhushan, the Director General in DGCA, said essentially there are two types of frauds in regard to fake pilot licences.

One type of fraud related to not passing the Commercial Pilot License(CPL) exam and producing false marksheet to procure the flying license while the other related to flying schools crediting flying hours in certificates which has actually not been undertaken by the persons concerned, he said.

Poetry Projection Project

Tomorrow is the last day to submit video to the WritersCorps’ Poetry Projection Project by the San Francisco Arts Commission and the San Francisco Public Library.

WritersCorps will award two $150 cash prizes, one prize to the best film made by an adult age 21 and over, and one prize to the best film made by a young person age 20 and under. Entries will be juried by a special guest from the film industry: filmmaker Peter Bratt.

The films are to be made about one of nineteen poems, such as this:

Historia, by Jorge Aburto (2:08)
Yo soy nicoya / con mis memorias

Historia

Yo soy nicoya
con mis memorias
te contare la historia
de mi gente
trabajadora y decente
que lleva en la mente
siempre ir hacia al frente

Muchos pinoleros
dejaron nuestra tierra
buscando la manera
de brillar en su carrera
otros huyeron de la Guerra
y la miseria
refugieándose bajo la bandera
de las barras y las estrellas
tratando de olvidar todas sus tragedias

Aunque digan que estoy loco
que me patina el coco
yo no me desenfoco
y sigo poco a poco
tu conciencia te toco
por eso yo te pido no dejes
en el olvido a tu suelo querido

No importa la posición social
aquí todos debemos ser igual
que si estoy lleno de cal
o si visto traje casual
si me baño en un manantial
o solo tengo agua de sal
hoy busco lo que es real

y salirme del mundo artificial
una nueva vida comenzar
sin olvidar ningún familiar
en aquel hogar que deje atras

Recuerdo los amigos, la familía,
los besos en la mejilla
los paseos con mi tía
y hasta la vende tortilla
los juegos en armonía
seguido por una dulce sandia
y mis padres pensando en el pan de cada día
preocupados por el trabajo y el dolor en las costillas
asi pasaron tres años entre sueños y pesadillas

La corrupción y la traición
agarrados de la mano acaban con mi nación
los presidentes creen que la gente son sus juguetes
y llenan su expediente de engaño hacia los creyentes
entonces miro a los niños inocentes que viven como indigentes
no tienen ropa decente, bien sucio de la frente y algunos hasta sin dientes

Los poderosos hablan de sinceridad
para ganar mas popularidad
pero al hora de la verdad
se olvidan de la realidad
aunque en nuestra actualidad
no es ninguna casualidad
que el pueblo supero cualquier calamidad
pues estamos llenos de amabilidad
y poniendo aparte toda la maldad
tenemos la seguridad
que nuestro trabajo es de calidad
y con toda tranquilidad
forjaremos una tierra de estabilidad

History

I am Nicoya
from my memories
I’ll tell you the history
of my people
hard-working and decent
who knew how
to keep moving forward

Many Nicaraguans
left our land
seeking a way
to succeed in their careers
Others fled war
and misery
found refuge under
the star-spangled banner
and tried to forget their tragedies

Even if they say I’m crazy
that I have a screw loose
I don’t loose focus
I keep on, little by little
Your conscience I reach
That’s why I ask,
don’t forget your beloved foundation

Social position doesn’t matter
Here everyone is equal
If I’m covered in soot
or dressed in business casual
If I bathe in a tiled shower
or only have salt water
Today I seek what is real

I step away from the artificial world
A new life begins
without forgetting my family
or the home I left behind

I remember friends and family
kisses on cheek
the outing with my aunt
Even the tortilla stand
and the games played in harmony
Followed by sweet watermelon
while my parents thought about our daily bread
preoccupied with their jobs and the pain in their ribs
Like this they spent three years between dreams and nightmares

Corruption and treason
hold hands to undo my nation
Presidents think the people are toys
and fill their speeches with deceit towards the believers
Then I see innocent children who live like beggars
They don’t have decent clothes, their foreheads are dirty, some without teeth

The powerful speak of sincerity
to gain more popularity
But in the hour of truth
they forget reality
In actuality
it’s not a casualty
that our people survive all calamities
We are full of humanity
And putting aside all cruelty
we can be confident
that our job is quality
And with some tranquility
we will achieve stability.

Jounalists Try but Fail to Protect Libyan Woman

A video from Jonathan Miller of Channel 4 News clearly shows a tense situation for foreign journalists in Libya as they try to get around their “minders”. He says they not only struggled to record the situation but they also fought in vain to assist a woman named Eman al-Obeidi they noticed crying and screaming for help in their Tripoli hotel:

There was nothing that anybody standing here could do about it… They threatened us. We were unable to protect her. We have no idea what her fate will be now.

These men are Gaddafi’s thugs. The Financial Times correspondent, Charles Clover, who had just learned that he was to be summarily deported, bravely challenged the minders and the hotel staff, demanding they back off and leave Ms al-Obeidi alone.

For this Mr Clover was roughly manhandled, pushed and thrown to the floor and kicked. Another government minder, who had previously tried to interfere with our filming, punched me in the face and pushed me backwards over a chair.

I landed on my back, only to have another scuffle break out above me as the CNN crew grappled with other minders who were attempting to seize their camera.

The camera smashed and broke into pieces and the minders grabbed the memory cards.

Risks of (Wind) Power Overproduction

I should have called this post the risks of German power, but alas…here is an interesting look at the risks from harnessing the unlimited yet variable input of wind:

In 2006, when wind farms were few and far between, coal, gas and nuclear power plants produced just the amount of energy needed in eastern Germany at the time, but also created large amounts of nuclear waste and carbon dioxide emissions. The system was relatively stable. One average, engineers took action to stabilize the eastern German grid roughly 80 times a year.

Today, as the amount of electricity generated by the region’s 8,000 wind turbines rises and falls by the hour, engineers have to intervene every second day to maintain network stability.

Germans are now pushing so much power from wind through their system that it is in danger of overload. One new and different thing about wind (like solar) is that its variable rate of input means storage is important and a sensible way to convert it to a constant output. With petroleum it is stored and then converted into output, using storage to manage flow rates, but unfortunately a method of storing wind energy has not been engineered yet.

The article points out that petroleum power plants are instead supposed to be shutdown and give priority to wind during surges. That, of course, doesn’t happen because it puts the grid at a higher risk of variability and control issues (operational cost?) so they instead try to export their overproduction, which puts the grid at a higher risk of overload.

Although large high-energy long-life batteries are still considered so toxic that only the military is allowed to use them…what eastern Germany could do is create the equivalent of barrels of wind energy for consumers. That would give them the option to store or export energy just like with petroleum. Maybe it could take the form of hundreds of thousands stored energy blocks (batteries) hot-swappable into electric transportation, especially bikes.

Imagine riding across town and then pulling in to a grid/battery station and swapping out for a fresh charge. Storage problem solved, excess power problem solved, a more viable electric transportation market (longer range, faster recharge), with exports options still open and to an even wider market.

Enertia
Storing power has never before been so much fun.

Maybe it’s just me, but the Deutsche Welle graphic of German power seems a little historically insensitive:

Eastern German Power
“Aggh! Ze plan ist to go hier und hier und…”