The Westward Look hotel sits proud in the foothills of Tucson. Down in the flats, the lights of the city sparkle and shine like a sea of energy washing over the privileged. You know that somewhere in the pinpoints of light somebody is being robbed, beaten, raped, and maybe killed. But violence is not the predominant activity. Civil order is probably the norm. (more…)
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In 1979, me and my young family arrived in Tucson to do mining. We were put in an apartment on the corner of Pantano and Tanque Verde in an apartment overlooking the mountains capped with snow. We spent two years in that apartment and had a third child, born at the Tucson Medical Center. She is now thirty and more, and working as a civil engineer in Iowa. (more…)
Posted in Oil sands, People, Tailings, tagged dirk van zyl, donald McCleary, ed nowatski, karafiath, nowatski, Oil sands, Tailings, trafficability, Tucson, van zyl on January 31, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Rummaging through old papers this weekend, I came across a short hand-written piece that I penned in 1982. I repeat it here with no edits. This piece is interesting in light of the muddle made by the Alberta ERCB in demanding an oil sand tailings strength of 10 kPa so that the deposit can be trafficked for reclamation. 10 kPa is simply not enough to support even puny equipment. The ERCB could have avoided a great deal of fuss & bother if only they had consulted others. (more…)
Is what Mary Poulton and the Mining Engineering Department in Tucson doing, the future of on-line mining education? What she and her faculty are doing is this: with a gift from industry they are videoing most lectures and putting them on-line. Currently only registered students can access the on-line video courses. But she tells me that you, as a member of the general mining public, could register as a special student and access these courses.
Tucson is not a particularly pretty town. In mid-summer heat the dusty roads and look-alike shopping centers shimmer and visually pollute your view. Yet look to the north and the mountains are perfect. Or go out east or west of the town and just before, or maybe well after, your patience with more ugly houses runs out, there is that beautiful desert.
I once took my family out into the beautiful desert for a picnic. Disaster hardly describes the bugs and the heat and the dirty sand. We should have guessed: we were the only people in the picnic area parking lot. From then on it was to the Desert Museum or Old Tucson where corporate control produces a semblance of shade and entertainment.