Monthly Archives: September 2012

Sea Level Rise along the Atlantic Coast of North America north of Cape Hatteras

One of those commenting on the paper by Shepard et al. in the journal Natural Hazards was Albert Parker. Rather than dissect his comment on Shepard et al., let’s take a look at another paper he recently published in that same journal, Oscillations of Sea Level Rise along the Atlantic Coast of North America north of Cape Hatteras, (2012, Nat Hazards, DOI: 10.1007/s11069-012-0354-7).

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Unnatural Hazards

Christine Shepard has recently published her first peer-reviewed paper as lead author, Assessing future risk: quantifying the effects of sea level rise on storm surge risk for the southern shores of Long Island, New York (Shepard et al. 2012, Nat. Hazards, 60:727–745 DOI 10.1007/s11069-011-0046-8). Such a first is usually (and it should be) a moment of triumph for a young scientist.

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Poles Apart

As most of you are aware, Arctic sea ice has shrunk dramatically over the last several decades, because of man-made global warming. This year it has broken the records for lowest area, lowest extent, and lowest volume. Perhaps more to the point, those records were broken not by a little — not even by a modest amount — the were broken by a helluva lot. Yes, a hell of a lot. The loss of Arctic sea ice has been nothing short of astounding.

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Mitt Romney’s America

Or is that “Amercia”?

Mitt Romney’s “middle class”

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Tell all your friends. Tell all your enemies. Link to this graph. Every chance you get. Link to the data:

Arctic Sea Ice: Turning Points

Perhaps the most obvious “turning point” in Arctic sea ice is the stunning decline at the summer minimum of 2007. The annual minimum extent for every year since then has been less than for every year before then. To many, it marks a new era for the ice pack covering the Arctic ocean. The post-2007 era has been makedly different from what happened before.

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