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...will be some time until the true source is found. "We're not quite there yet," says Acheson, "but we're getting very close." But Dr. Ian Williams, chief of the CDC's OutbreakNet team, warns that the source may never be found due to the fruit's short shelf life. "You don't expect to find an infected tomato sitting on someone's counter 10 days after the outbreak," says Williams...
...neglect, transportation networks for getting crops to market consist mainly of rutted dirt roads; irrigation systems are in a shambles; and there's little access to credit for poor farmers. Aid agencies are starting some programs virtually from scratch. "There are very few plans to take off the shelf," says Joachim von Braun, director general of the International Food Policy Research Institute in Washington...
...ridge, where the Eurasian and North American plates are slowly drifting apart. Unlike locations where parts of the earth grind up against one another, the drifting apart of the plates means a lot of small quakes - but not usually the kind that dislodges wall radiators or send Scandinavian-modern shelf units flying across the room...
...confined," Stehr says in a still-strong German accent. "That's how you gotta keep it." The fish are persuaded they're on a long journey by changes in light, temperature and current. Without leaving the tank, they swim out of the Australian Bight, south over the continental shelf and then west and north, around Western Australia and up to their spawning grounds near the Timor Sea. They've now spawned three times and produced eggs and larvae. The next step is to feed the millions of larvae the right plankton so they develop into tiny fish, eventually...
...thought, “if I am not too tired out after disemboweling Frederick with a gardening tool.”Her hand unlocked the door; her slippered foot made the step of no return. Her eyes saw the array of sharp tools laid upon the shelf as though in wait for her. Her hand moved again through the dusty gloom, selected a pitchfork, clutched it to her breast.“Viscountess Fabreigh?”She turned. There, framed in the doorway, one hand entwined about the harsh leather of the reins, dark blond curls breathing with...