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Acknowledgments
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University of Cincinnati; Paul King, Northeastern University; Susan
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Preface viii
1 Introduction 1
1-8 Problems 20
1-11 References 24
2 Materials and Energy Balances 25
2-1 Introduction 26
2-9 References 83
3 Risk Assessment 85
3-1 Introduction 86
14-1 Introduction
14-8 Problems
14-11 References
Appendix A 1025
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INTRODUCTION
1-1 WHAT IS ENVIRONMENTAL ENGINEERING? 2
Professional Development 2
Professions 3
Systems 7
Multimedia Systems 16
Regulations 17
1-8 PROBLEMS 20
1-11 REFERENCES 24
PROFESSIONAL DEVELOPMENT
The beginning of professional development for environmental engineers is the
successful attainment of the baccalaureate degree. For continued development, a
degree in engineering from a program accredited by the Accreditation Board for
Engineering and Technology (ABET) provides a firm foundation for
professional growth. Other steps in the progression of professional development
are:
• Achievement of the title “Engineer in Training” by successful completion
of the Fundamentals of Engineering (FE) examination
• Achievement of the title “Professional Engineer” by successful completion
of four years of applicable engineering experience and successful
completion of the Principles and Practice of Engineering (PE) exam
• Achievement of the title “Board Certified Environmental Engineer”
(BCEE) by successful completion of 8 years of experience and successful
completion of a written certification examination or 16 years of experience
and successful completion of an oral examination
The FE exam and the PE exam are developed and administered by the National
Council of Examiners for Engineering and Surveying (NCEES). The BCEE
exams are administered by the American Academy of Environmental
Engineering (AAEE). Typically, the FE examination is taken in the last semester
of undergraduate academic work.
PROFESSIONS
Environmental engineers are professionals. Being a professional is more than
being in or of a profession. True professionals are those who pursue their
learned art in a spirit of public service (ASCE, 1973). True professionalism is
defined by the following characteristics:
1. Professional decisions are made by means of general principles, theories,
or propositions that are independent of the particular case under
consideration.
2. Professional decisions imply knowledge in a specific area in which the
person is expert. The professional is an expert only in his or her
profession and not an expert at everything.
3. The professional’s relations with his or her clients are objective and
independent of particular sentiments about them.
4. A professional achieves status and financial reward by accomplishment,
not by inherent qualities such as birth order, race, religion, sex, or age or
by membership in a union.
5. A professional’s decisions are assumed to be on behalf of the client and to
be independent of self-interest.
6. The professional relates to a voluntary association of professionals and
accepts only the authority of those colleagues as a sanction on his or her
own behavior (Schein, 1968).
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acre-ft (or ac-ft): a volume of water that has a surface area of one acre and a
depth of one foot or an equivalent volume by other measurements, for example,
an area of ½ acre and a depth of 2 feet or an area of 2 acres and a depth of ½
foot.
hp: horsepower
ppb: parts (mass) per billion parts of fluid; the fluid is understood to be page 7
water. Alternatively it may be parts (mass) per billion parts of soil. ppb is
equivalent to μg/kg or μg/L.
ppm: parts (mass) of substance per million parts of the fluid. Alternatively it
may be parts (mass) per billion parts of soil. ppm is equivalent to mg/kg or
mg/L.
ppm(v/v): volume of substance per million volumes of fluid
Conversion factors for the USCS are given in Table 1-2 and in Appendix C.
Conversions from SI units to USCS units are given inside the back cover of
this book.
SYSTEMS
Before we begin in earnest, we thought it worth taking a look at the problems to
be discussed in this text in a larger perspective. Engineers like to call this the
“systems approach,” that is, looking at all the interrelated parts and their effects
on one another. In environmental systems it is doubtful that mere mortals can
ever hope to identify all the interrelated parts, to say nothing of trying to
establish their effects on one another. The first thing the systems engineer does,
then, is to simplify the system to a tractable size that behaves in a fashion
similar to the real system. The simplified model does not behave in detail as the
system does, but it gives a fair approximation of what is going on.
The influence of industry is to increase per capita water demand. Small page 10
rural and suburban communities will use less water per person than
industrialized communities.
The third most important factor in water use is whether individual consumers
have water meters. Meterage imposes a sense of responsibility not found in
unmetered residences and businesses. This sense of responsibility reduces per
capita water consumption because customers repair leaks and make more
conservative water-use decisions almost regardless of price. For residential
consumers, water is so inexpensive, price is not much of a factor in water use.
Water price is extremely important for industrial and farming operations that
use large volumes of water.
Following meterage closely is the aspect called system management. If the
water distribution system is well managed, per capita water consumption is less
than if it is not well managed. Well-managed systems are those in which the
managers know when and where leaks in the water main occur and have them
repaired promptly.
Climate, industrial activity, meterage, and system management are more
significant factors controlling water consumption than the standard of living.
The rationale for the last factor is straightforward. Per capita water use increases
with an increased standard of living. Highly developed countries use much more
water than the less developed nations. Likewise, higher socioeconomic status
implies greater per capita water use than lower socioeconomic status.
The total U.S. water withdrawal for all uses (agricultural, commercial,
domestic, mining, and thermoelectric power), including both fresh and saline
water, was estimated to be approximately 5,000 liters per capita per day (Lpcd)
in 2010. The amount for U.S. public supply (domestic, commercial, and
industrial use) was estimated to be 590 Lpcd in 2010 (Maupin et al., 2014). The
American Water Works Association estimated that the average daily household
water use in the United States was 1,000 liters per day in 2010 (AWWA, 2010).
For a family of three, this would amount to about 333 Lpcd. The variation in
demand is normally reported as a factor of the average day. For metered
dwellings the factors are as follows: maximum day = 2.2 × average day; peak
hour = 5.3 × average day (Linaweaver et al., 1967). Some mid-Michigan average
daily use figures and the contribution of various sectors to demand are shown in
Table 1-4.
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Sewers are classified into three categories: sanitary, storm, and page 13
combined. Sanitary sewers are designed to carry municipal wastewater
from homes and commercial establishments. With proper pretreatment,
industrial wastes may also be discharged into these sewers. Storm sewers are
designed to handle excess rainwater to prevent flooding of low areas. While
sanitary sewers convey wastewater to treatment facilities, storm sewers
generally discharge into rivers and streams. Combined sewers are expected to
accommodate both municipal wastewater and stormwater. These systems were
designed so that during dry periods the wastewater is carried to a treatment
facility. During rain storms, the excess water is discharged directly into a river,
stream, or lake without treatment. Unfortunately, the storm water is mixed with
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By WINSTON K. MARKS
For all his preoccupation with sports and other manly extroversions,
Bertrand Baxter was not unimaginative. His stunning victory on this
seventh night was too dramatic to ignore. He said not a word about it
to Rolanda, but the following night he deliberately stayed wide
awake until Annie sounded off.
Instead of immediately flooding his infant daughter with the warm
reassurance and pleading requests that she sleep, Baxter let his
mind "feel" of the situation. He spoke softly to her in his unmouthed
mind-talk, and for the first time he became aware of a tiny but
positive mental response. There was a faint fringe of discomfort-
thoughts—a weak hunger pang, a slight thirst, a clammy diaper. But
mostly there was the cheerless darkness and a heavy feeling of
aloneness, a love-want, an outreaching for assurance.
As his thoughts went out he could sense that Annie did receive them
and take comfort from them—and the little physical hungers and
discomforts faded from her mind.
She felt reassured now, loved, petted, cosy and warm in the velvety
gloom, in the restful quiet.
He sensed the peace that settled through her, and the same peace
flooded through him, a rare sensation of security, understanding and
blind trust.
Annie slept. Baxter slept.
And then it was Saturday morning. Baxter stayed abed, yielding the
bathroom to his three teen-age daughters. Annie was still asleep,
too, so Rolanda was stretching leisurely beside him like a long, pink
cat. Noticing the time, she raised to an elbow and viewed him with
some concern. "No golf this morning? Aren't you well, Bert?"
Had he plunged out of bed to forage for his golf shoes as usual, she
would have grumbled about how it must be Saturday, and she
wished that she had a whole morning off each week to herself.
He replied slowly, "Later, maybe. Want to rest a little bit. Don't stare! I
feel fine. Just thinking a little."
She shrugged, put on her robe and entered the bathroom
competition.
Baxter lay waiting, eyes closed, concentrating. Then it came. The
sensation of gentle awakening. Light—at first just a diffused pink
light, then outlines forming: the ceiling fixture, the yellow-billed ducks
on the pale pink wallpaper, the round bars of the crib. The sensation
of movement, stretching, a glorious feeling of well-being.
Annie was awake.
Then in rapid succession, the sensation of wet diaper, cramped toe,
hunger pang, hunger pang!
Annie yelled.
The sound came through firmly and demandingly, interrupting
Baxter's concentration and breaking the remarkable rapport, but he
had proved to himself beyond all doubt what he had been dubiously
challenging: He had established a clear, telepathic entry into his
daughter's mind.
Now he was so excited that he forgot himself and tried to explain the
whole thing to Rolanda. She seemed to listen with half an ear as she
assembled breakfast. She didn't understand, or she misunderstood,
or she understood but disapproved—Baxter wasn't at all certain
which it was. When he finished she simply paused in her oatmeal
dishing, pulled her housecoat tightly about her and said, "Nonsense!
You went back to sleep after I got up. You're dreaming these things.
It is high time that Annie began skipping her night feeding."
But her eyes were narrowed cat-slits, and Baxter felt a positive
warning in them. He felt that since creation, probably no man had
actually penetrated a woman's brain to probe the willy-nilly logic that
functioned there:—functioned well, for somehow things got done, but
functioned in such a topsy-turvy manner as to drive a serious male
insane if he pondered it too long.
He retreated to the morning paper and said no more about it. Before
he left for the golf club he had another remarkable experience. He
stepped into the nursery and stared down at the adorable little pink-
cheeked Annie. He closed his eyes and sought her mind—and saw
himself standing above the crib—through her eyes! It was clear as a
TV image. In fact he noted that he needed a shave and looked quite
strange with his eyes closed.
It was the same each time he tried thereafter. Abruptly, Annie had
become irritable, intolerant of his probing. How she could understand
what was happening mystified Baxter, but he was determined to
retain contact. He kept pushing, gently but firmly, and although it
brought on some furious yells, he succeeded in making at least one
daily survey of his infant daughter's mind.
For a week Rolanda became increasingly hostile for no apparent
reason. Baxter felt that the tension that grew between them was in
some way connected with Annie, but his wife never spoke of it.
Never a particularly demonstrative woman, she became even colder,
and often he caught her regarding him with an enigmatical look of
suspicion.
As a long-sufferer to her moods, Baxter had no fear that an open
break might develop. His life was insured for $75,000, and Rolanda
was much too hard-headed to consider divorcing such a solid
"producer" of bread and luxuries as she and her female brood had
learned to enjoy.
Meanwhile, Annie's mind was becoming an even more fascinating
field for exploration. In spite of her resistance, Baxter's shallow
penetration revealed the amazing network of learning that daily
increased her web of knowledge, experience and stimulus-response
conditioning. Often Baxter pondered what a psychologist would give
for such an opportunity as this.
He became so bemused with his objective study that, the night Annie
withdrew her barriers, Baxter fell into her mind like a lion into a
game-hunter's animal pit.
He was, again, in his leather chair. Rolanda had just put Annie to
bed and passed his open door. He probed for Annie's mind and
leaned the heavy weight of his own strong mind on the expected
barrier. It was gone!
He sank deeply into his daughter's brain and caught his breath. He
had forgotten what it was like, this total absorption with her physical
and emotional sensations.
Annie was feeling good. Her stomach was full, she was warm, dry
and pleasantly tired from her evening romp. She stretched and
yawned, and a feeling of euphoria swept over Baxter.
Never had he completed such a transfer. He could feel every little
primitive pleasure sensation that rippled through Annie's healthy,
growing body. Conversely, two dozen trivial but annoying twinges,
aches, pains and bodily pressures that slowly accumulate with the
years vanished from his 46-year-old body.
The abscessed tooth that he should have had pulled a month ago
quit hurting. The ache from the slightly pulled muscle in his back
faded away. The pressure from the incipient gastric ulcer in his
stomach eased off and disappeared. All the tensions and minor
infirmities that had slipped up on him, almost unnoticed with middle
age, vanished; and Baxter knew once again the long-forgotten,
corporeal ecstasy of a young, human animal in the rapid-growth
stages.
Baxter fell asleep again. The chirping voices returned that afternoon,
but there was a subdued air about them. For a few days the routine
continued: eating, sleeping, eating, bathing, sleeping, eating—a
wonderous, kaleidoscopic fairyland of enjoyable sensations.
The subdued air disappeared, and the voices chirped loudly and
happily around him again. All was pleasant, comfortable, secure.
Then one morning his heart beat heavily, awakening him from his
nap. His eyelids tore open to a weird sight. Several strange men and
woman stood around him. They were dressed in white, and he was
in a hospital bed. As he traced a rubber tube from its stand-hung
bottle down to his arm, a rush of unpleasant sensations, twinges,
pains, stiffnesses swarmed back into him.
Reluctantly he heard the doctor speak and he tried to pay no
attention. "The adrenalin did it. He's coming around, I think. No,
dammit, he's closing his eyes again. Doesn't seem interested. I
thought for a minute...."
Baxter clenched his eyes tightly and tried to ignore the burning
emptiness of his emaciated stomach, the harsh roughness of the
hospital sheets against his weak, bed-sore calves. The drug was fire
in his veins, and his heart threatened to jump out of his breast.
Annie, where are you?
A soft, nonverbal little response touched his wracked brain, inviting
him to return. He concentrated, blocking out the muttering voices
around him....
"—can't keep a man his size alive indefinitely with intravenous—
better phone Mrs. Baxter—call a priest, too."
He made it. He was back in the crib. Rolanda was pulling up the
nursery shades terminating his nap. The phone was ringing.
"Be right back, sweetheart," Rolanda said. "Mother has to answer
the phone."
Her voice came only faintly from the hallway in dull monosyllables.
Then she was back, scooping him up in her arms. She sat in a
rocker and looked down at him thoughtfully, a serious frown across
her wide, white brow. "You poor little darling. You'll never know your
daddy."
For an instant Baxter's consciousness flickered back and forth
across miles of intervening space. A cold panic clutched his heart.
He heard a sharp sob escape from Annie's lips, then Rolanda was
rocking him and comforting him.
"Don't you worry, sweetheart. It's all right. We'll get along. Daddy's
insured. And there's his service pension. We'll get along just fine."
An intuitive flash of horror chilled Baxter. He struggled to escape to
his own brain, his own dying body, but now the barrier was up again,
not impalpable but tough and impenetrable.
The more he struggled the weaker he became. Sensations from the
nursery began to fade. The light grew dimmer, and Rolanda's face
became hazy. Frantically, he tried to withdraw from Annie's mind, but
he was mousetrapped!
Was this Annie's doing? Was this the vengeance she took against
her own father for his invasion of her privacy?
Or was it his own mind's refusal to face life again through the
network of pain and misery of his adult identity? Infantile regression,
the doctor had called it—but the doctor didn't know about Annie.
He could still feel the gentle rocking motion and his wife's arms
holding him tenderly in the warm blankets.
"We'll get along just fine, honey," she was saying. "When we get the
insurance money we'll have a larger house and a new car."
Rolanda! For God's sake, make Annie let me go!
"And you'll have a pretty room all to yourself when you are older. And
—and there's no reason why you can't sleep in my room tonight.
Would you like that, Annie?"
Now the light was dimming fast, but Baxter sensed the glow of
pleasure in Annie's tiny body and heard her soft cooing.
"Why, Annie," Rolanda's words came from a great distance, "you're
smiling! As if you understood every word! Why, you little dickens!"
Annie stiffened suddenly, then she sighed and gurgled happily—as
though she had just gotten something off her mind.
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