The most confident fellow in the meeting was the specialist in permitting from Toronto. He was old, like me, and in total command of his subject. He reminded us: “California is both the most difficult and yet the easiest state in the Union in which to permit a mine. It is easy because the process is simple: fill in the boxes, check off the items of the checklist, and it is done. It is the most difficult because you need to have done the work to ensure the right answer to fill in the boxes. If you do not have a comprehensive, well-thought-out, and defensive plan, you cannot fill in the boxes, complete the checklist, and get the regulators to say OK.” (more…)
Posts Tagged ‘California’
I am in Huntington Beach, California and thus California Dreaming. Or at least living the dream that is Orange County—a bastion of white, Hispanic, and Vietnamese wealth, power, and privilege. The Bentley now stands outside the small townhouse where once (fifteen years ago) there stood a cheap American car driven by old people, now dead. The hue of colors at the pier is vast–although, thankfully, there are still young ladies in bikinis (of all hue) on roller-blades bedecking the streets. As my son once said: “Dad, no man should be enabled to fall in love so often during a mere walk down the street.” (more…)
Another day of webcasts on mining and yet another long argument over the future of mining. We opined in the webcast that filter-pressed tailings is the only way to go with the future of tailings: if a mine cannot afford the costs, they should not begin, for they will not be able to end. Unless they can afford an embankment dam of compacted, durable rock and closure to a site that becomes a place where the rich may recreate like at Cannon Mine that is now a riding stable for the rich. (more…)
Always on the lookout for mining scams, I came across the news report repeated below. This Californian scammed an elderly couple of $5 million promising to extract gold from abandoned mines. I can never quite understand how somebody who is smart enough to accrue so much money, can be so stupid as to part with it on the flimsiest of evidence–or no evidence at all. (more…)
This is not great photography. For sure it is not art. It is a simple photo snapped by me this evening as I waited outside the karate class my grandson attends a few nights a week in southern California. I paste the photo here to augment the post below on the multiple-aspects of the state and the impossibility of capturing its essence. (more…)
Yesterday we took the three eldest grandsons to LegoLand. Much as grandfather would like to have snoozed the day in the sunshine like this fellow above, he had to walk the park and pay for food and umpteen boxes of new Lego for the boys. This was a day of kids culture in Southern California: rides; rowdy kids; and artificial surroundings designed for pleasure. (more…)
Mining jobs in Arizona pay pretty well. At least they used to. The details are set out at Arizona Geology. That great blog notes from a 2007 study — true, probably out-of-date, but interesting nevertheless:
- Produced $98.4 billion of finished mineral, metal and fuel products, which were transformed into an additional $1.8 trillion in value added by other mineral, metal and coal consuming industries.
Employed 376,310 workers in the 50 states
- Payroll was $22.1 billion
- Paid $4.4 billion in taxes on production and imports, which includes severance taxes, royalties, fees, property taxes and gross receipts taxes, etc., in 2006, the latest data available
- Paid $1.2 billion in federal royalties and other mineral revenues
- Paid $1.2 billion in federal corporate income taxes in 2005, according to the latest data available from the IRS
The snow is still deep and the car is still lost in the drifts; but it is Christmas day so there is no concern or urgency to dig it out.
The daughters are preparing the large-meal. Up until now I have pretty much done the cooking as they fussed the kids. But just for this meal, they may have the honor.
We went sledding down the hill behind the complex. A simple orange piece of plastic, but it sped down the snow-covered road where no car can pass. The grandson delighted in the movement, but only as long as his aunt or grandpa was sitting behind him. Pull the sled up the hill was all he would do alone. He is almost as conservative as a banker lending to a junior mining company.