Congo - The Biggest Waste Of Life Since WWII

CELL PHONES, THE CONGO, AND MILLIONS OF DEATHS -- 12/19/18

Today's selection -- from The Disappearing Spoon by Sam Kean. As global cell phone sales grew from virtually zero in 1991 to more than a billion by 2001, the war-torn Congo supplied the cell phone industry with vital materials:

"There's a good chance you have [the elements] tantalum or niobium in your pocket right now. Like their periodic table neighbors, both are dense, heat-resistant, noncorrosive metals that hold a charge well -- qualities that make them vital for compact cell phones. In the mid-1990s cell phone designers started demand­ing both metals, especially tantalum, from the world's largest supplier, the Democratic Republic of Congo, then called Zaire. Congo sits next to Rwanda in central Africa, and most of us probably remember the Rwandan butchery of the 1990s. But none of us likely remembers the day in 1996 when the ousted Rwandan government of ethnic Hutus spilled into Congo seek­ing refuge. At the time it seemed just to extend the Rwandan conflict a few miles west, but in retrospect it was a brush fire blown right into a decade of accumulated racial kindling. Even­tually, nine countries and two hundred ethnic tribes, each with its own ancient alliances and unsettled grudges, were warring in the dense jungles. Nonetheless, if only major armies had been involved, the Congo conflict likely would have petered out. Larger than Alaska and dense as Brazil, Congo is even less accessible than either by roads, meaning it's not ideal for waging a protracted war. Plus, poor villagers can't afford to go off and fight unless there's money at stake. Enter tantalum, niobium, and cellular technology. Now, I don't mean to impute direct blame. Clearly, cell phones didn't cause the war -- hatred and grudges did. But just as clearly, the infusion of cash perpetuated the brawl. Congo has 60 percent of the world's supply of the two metals, which blend together in the ground in a mineral called coltan. Once cell phones caught on -- sales rose from virtually zero in 1991 to more than a billion by 2001 -- the West's hunger proved as strong as Tantalus's, and coltan's price grew tenfold.

Child miners work to extract coltan in the Congo

"People purchasing ore for cell phone makers didn't ask and didn't care where the coltan came from, and Congolese miners had no idea what the mineral was used for, knowing only that white people paid for it and that they could use the profits to support their favorite militias.

"Oddly, tantalum and niobium proved so noxious because coltan was so democratic. Unlike the days when crooked Bel­gians ran Congo's diamond and gold mines, no conglomerates controlled coltan, and no backhoes and dump trucks were nec­essary to mine it. Any commoner with a shovel and a good back could dig up whole pounds of the stuff in creek beds (it looks like thick mud). In just hours, a farmer could earn twenty times what his neighbor did all year, and as profits swelled, men aban­doned their farms for prospecting. This upset Congo's already shaky food supply, and people began hunting gorillas for meat, virtually wiping them out, as if they were so many buffalo. But gorilla deaths were nothing compared to the human atrocities. It's not a good thing when money pours into a country with no government. A brutal form of capitalism took over in which all things, including lives, were for sale. Huge fenced-in 'camps' with enslaved prostitutes sprang up, and innumerable bounties were put out for blood killings. Gruesome stories have circu­lated about proud victors humiliating their victims' bodies by draping themselves with entrails and dancing in celebration.

"The fires burned hottest in Congo between 1998 and 2001, at which point cell phone makers realized they were funding anarchy. To their credit, they began to buy tantalum and nio­bium from Australia, even though it cost more, and Congo cooled down a bit. Nevertheless, despite an official truce end­ing the war in 2003, things never really calmed down in the eastern half of the country, near Rwanda. And lately another element, tin, has begun to fund the fighting. In 2006, the European Union outlawed lead solder in consumer goods, and most manufacturers have replaced it with tin -- a metal Congo also happens to have in huge supply. Joseph Conrad once called Congo 'the vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the his­tory of human conscience,' and there's little reason to revise that notion today.

"Overall, more than five million people have died in Congo since the mid-1990s, making it the biggest waste of life since World War II."

Bach's MRI Scanner Suite No. 1 in G Major

Music-based magnetic resonance fingerprinting to improve patient comfort during MRI examinations

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/26178439

Abstract

PURPOSE:

Unpleasant acoustic noise is a drawback of almost every MRI scan. Instead of reducing acoustic noise to improve patient comfort, we propose a technique for mitigating the noise problem by producing musical sounds directly from the switching magnetic fields while simultaneously quantifying multiple important tissue properties.

THEORY AND METHODS:

MP3 music files were converted to arbitrary encoding gradients, which were then used with varying flip angles and repetition times in a two- and three-dimensional magnetic resonance fingerprinting (MRF) examination. This new acquisition method, named MRF-Music, was used to quantify T1 , T2 , and proton density maps simultaneously while providing pleasing sounds to the patients.

RESULTS:

MRF-Music scans improved patient comfort significantly during MRI examinations. The T1 and T2 values measured from phantom are in good agreement with those from the standard spin echo measurements. T1 and T2 values from the brain scan are also close to previously reported values.

CONCLUSIONS:

MRF-Music sequence provides significant improvement in patient comfort compared with the MRF scan and other fast imaging techniques such as echo planar imaging and turbo spin echo scans. It is also a fast and accurate quantitative method that quantifies multiple relaxation parameters simultaneously.


Fine Dining - The Invasion of Molokai and Chez Kalaupapa

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Ha!  you thought there was none on Molokai, right, ever since the Molokai Drive Inn became defunct.  Well, how wrong you would be!  Nobody knows how this started, but start it did about the time LBJ's last term was coming to an end and various groups on Oahu with access to parachutes decided to make a mass jump onto the island of Molokai and spend the weekend.  Word quickly spread and at dawn all of these various and uncoordinated groups were taking off from Hickam, Barber's Point, Kaneohe, Honolulu International...  We did not realize it, but the natives of The Friendly Isle, seeing Army, Navy, USAF, USMC and civilian parachutes descending upon them must have thought war of some sort had been declared.  Many were really freaking out.  Somebody shot a deer and we were roasting it as well as helping ourselves to a gunnysack of pineapples some thoughtful soul had removed from the clutches of the Dole Pineapple Company.  Many cases of beer also somehow arrived.  "Stolen water is sweet, food eaten in secret is delicious" so Solomon tells us through the millennia.

Well, the beer had not been stolen, but the pineapples and deer certainly were. The police, patient up to this point, realized that The Molokai Invasion was there to stay over Sunday, with a lot more jumps to come.  The Police Chief (probably the entire force) drove up in a fit of rage and ordered us off "his" island by dawn on Sunday.  Here was one man, confronting forty or fifty young males, many of them armed, more than a few of whom were drunken Marines, bothering nobody, and telling them to get the h--- out.  Talk about guts.  We cogitated: "So what is he gonna do?"  Well, of course, nothing.  What could he do?  Sunday night we left, policing up the area and leaving it better than it had been before.  Also minus about twenty thousand puncture weeds, sticking to my chute alone. No telling how many millions of those cursed things took root on Oahu in the next weeks each time somebody's ripcord was pulled.

In my young and carefree days I occasionally would fly tourists into the Kalaupapa Leper Colony, either directly or into the airport at Kaunakakai, depending what sort of trip they wanted.  If the latter, we had to ride mules down the 2000 foot cliff into the colony itself.  Boyd Bond, one of my Algebra students at Iolani, was the chief mule-skinner.  It was Boyd who presented our math room with the ultimate Christmas decoration.  It was a stump of wood, with a hole bored to accept a small branch, with a 30-'06 attached to a leafless smaller branch.  "So what is this?" I said.  "It's a cartridge in a bare tree!" he said.  So every Christmas season, to get into the spirit of things, I displayed this token of love and appreciation from Boyd.

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To make an interminable story simply long, my tourists, after an hour plus or so riding mules down the steepest trail in the world, would be getting hungry.  I would  introduce them to one of the lepers, our tour guide in the colony.  He was so outgoing and affable!  He always was!  Happy to see us!  All gnarled and humped over, with missing tips of digits and ears!  He had a wicked sense of humor too.  He would present my clients with the most gorgeous platter of sandwiches!  Really good ones...French sourdough bread, exotic cheeses and cold cuts..."We just made these this morning, especially for you!"  Well, you never saw such backtracking and hemming and hawing in your life!  "Well, er, thank you so much but I'm really not hungry just now...etc etc."  After a minute or so of this I would tell them that they had been made at a bakery on Maui for them just that morning and no leper had touched them.  They were all tightly wrapped in cellophane.  Hey, lepers have to have their fun, too!

I used to fly over to Kalaupapa with my friend Jim to deliver their newspapers.  Jim was a good-old-boy from rural Georgia and had pulled an old Aeronca Defender out from a cane field.  It had been shot down by the Japanese on December 7.  It was completely illegal to fly with only one good magneto, no fuel gauge and no altimeter.  Jim also had not gotten the wings back on right and it would flip over on its back in tight left turns.  I discovered this myself, trying to get a good view of a whale.  "Hey Jim!  Your plane flipped me upside down in a left turn!"  "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about that."  Jim would embarrass even me when he would beg alms from the lepers.  It now hangs from the ceiling at the Pearl Harbor Museum on Ford Island.
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There are no really, really old lepers anymore.  The sulfa drugs they take to help arrest the disease and ease the pain and "dry up" their affliction will also cause kidney failure eventually.  But that is so much better than the alternative.  The Chinese were especially vulnerable to leprosy, as were the native Hawaiians.  Haoles?  Hardly ever.  The answer to that probably lies somewhere in the human genome.  So why allow visitors?  Hansen's Disease, as it is known, is the least infectious infectious disease known to man.  And you have to be exposed very early in life...nobody under sixteen years of age was allowed to visit there. Nowadays modern pharmacology will cure it entirely if caught early enough.

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