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spiderworldglobal · 1 year
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Sustainability in freight forwarding: challenges and opportunities Sustainability has become a major concern in the freight forwarding industry as customers increasingly demand environmentally responsible practices. Here are some challenges and opportunities related to sustainability in freight forwarding:
Challenges:
Limited visibility: The complex nature of supply chains and the lack of transparency in transportation networks make it difficult for freight forwarders to track the environmental impact of their operations.
Regulatory compliance: Freight forwarders must comply with a range of environmental regulations, such as emissions standards, fuel efficiency requirements, and waste disposal regulations, which can be complex and costly to implement.
Cost implications: Sustainable practices often require significant investment in new technology, equipment, and processes, which can be expensive for freight forwarders, particularly small and medium-sized enterprises.
Limited awareness: Some freight forwarders may not fully understand the benefits of sustainable practices, or may not be aware of the latest technologies and techniques available to reduce their environmental footprint.
Opportunities:
Green technologies: Freight forwarders can adopt new technologies such as electric vehicles, alternative fuels, and energy-efficient equipment to reduce their environmental impact.
Collaboration: Freight forwarders can work with their customers, carriers, and other stakeholders in the supply chain to develop sustainable practices and share knowledge and resources.
Innovation: Freight forwarders can explore new business models and innovative approaches to reduce their environmental footprint, such as circular supply chains, low-carbon logistics, and sustainable packaging.
Competitive advantage: Adopting sustainable practices can provide a competitive advantage for freight forwarders, attracting environmentally conscious customers and enhancing their reputation as responsible corporate citizens.
In summary, sustainability poses significant challenges for the freight forwarding industry, but also presents opportunities for innovation, collaboration, and competitive advantage. Freight forwarders that embrace sustainable practices can position themselves for long-term success in a rapidly evolving business landscape.
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updatenews7 · 25 days
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The Supply Chain Report
The Supply Chain Report is an indepenent news outlet providing in-depth analysis about manufacturing, procurement, supply chains, exporting, importing, logistics, freight, warehousing and international trade.
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krakenshipwreck · 6 months
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The NHL has asked me to do stuff for them, whether that be social media, or interviews, or little promo things here and there, and I've always been willing to do it. And I kinda have been like their flag-bearer a little bit, like the token gay that they're kind of using to show that hockey is for everyone even though they're doing stuff on the outside that's completely opposite. So it felt like a stab in the back, a little bit, from them.
--Luke Prokop on the NHL's pride tape ban (starting at ~27:00)
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decamarks · 8 months
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emrys-rusts · 2 months
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Finished lineart of my two of hearts sketch :)
Might redesign jonny a bit, I don't think I captured him perfectly yet...
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saturngalore · 4 months
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get my newest hairs here! <3
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blujaydoodles · 1 year
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goliath paladin vs halfling fighter for the arm wrestling matchup of the century (if they can figure out the logistics)
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grumpyoldsnake · 8 months
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One of these days. One of these days, I will figure out what the hell makes the tipping point beyond which either a) there’s socialization that I feel insulated from and kind of numb about and too tired to pursue, or b) socialization where the very notion of so much as expressing one (1) internal thought or emotion suffuses my whole body with adrenaline and blaring Nope instincts.
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akkivee · 6 months
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i’m so stoked to see they’re still in their new outfits!!!!!!!
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hockeynoses · 14 days
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you've heard of the bdsm concept of human furniture, but what about... a human tissue??
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spiderworldglobal · 1 year
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There are Six commonly recognized pillars of logistics:
Planning: Planning is the first and most critical pillar of #logistics. It involves determining the objectives of logistics operations, developing a strategy to achieve those objectives, and identifying the resources required to execute the plan. Effective planning helps ensure that the logistics operation runs smoothly and efficiently.
Execution: Execution is the second pillar of logistics, which involves the actual implementation of the logistics plan. It involves coordinating the movement of goods, managing inventory levels, scheduling #transportation, and ensuring that all logistics activities are executed on time and within budget.
Monitoring: Monitoring is the third #pillaroflogistics, which involves tracking the performance of the logistics operation to ensure that it is meeting its objectives. This includes measuring key performance indicators (KPIs) such as #inventory levels, order fulfillment rates, and delivery times, and taking corrective actions when necessary.
Optimization: Optimization is the fourth and final pillar of logistics, which involves continuously improving the logistics operation to increase efficiency and reduce costs. This can be achieved through the use of technology, process improvements, and supply chain collaboration. By optimizing the logistics operation, companies can gain a competitive advantage and improve customer satisfaction.
Information Management: This refers to the use of technology and data to optimize logistical operations. It includes using software and systems to track inventory, monitor shipments, and analyze data to make informed decisions.
Sourcing: This refers to the process of finding suppliers and negotiating contracts for the procurement of raw materials, components, and finished goods.
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yoshizora · 8 days
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i was struck by the idea of going to touhoufest next year to sell pottery while cosplaying as keiki
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ppeepeeman · 22 days
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absolutely fucked that liu kang was the only titan to have kept his mk11 appearance and visibly aged. like why is he all dilfy but titan kung lao is just mk1 kung lao in a different hat.
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carrotkicks · 1 year
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role reversal aus are fun. this time lets do like. 60% of the cast
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coquelicoq · 5 months
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i am such a clown. decided to make stickers for my siblings even though i have ZERO design skills or knowledge of any programs that allow you to rotate text except for powerpoint. so i made them in powerpoint. (this took, mmmm, maybe 6-8 hours btw.) then had to find a website that would print and mail these stickers to me. no i don't want 50 stickers. i want one circle sticker and one rectangle sticker. oh that's not an option anybody wants to give me? okay then i guess i will buy 16 circle stickers (the least offered) and 50 rectangle stickers (the least offered. why not 16 also? a mystery). one of the designs is for my sibling's band, so if they like it theoretically they could use the stickers as merch or something lol. but i'm not holding my breath, on account of the aforementioned lack of design skills. i get away with a lot among my family because they're all so willing to react to my questionable creations with aww look, she Tried! but that probably doesn't work for strangers who are fans of my sibling's band. so i guess they will just have 49 extra stickers that they can idk stick to streetlight poles or something. not my problem.
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quirkle2 · 4 months
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who wants zombie au writing. don't answer that ur getting it anyway (1.6k words)
His shoes knock against the old flooring of the house, wood creaking under rubber soles that slide over the woodgrain. He drags them a bit, lifts his limbs up no more than he strictly has to, and they lead him to the nearest sittable surface.
The couch is old and dusty and has likely gone untouched for months, much like everything else nowadays, so he watches the thin cloud of dust billow off the cushions largely with disinterest. He collapses into the fabric heavily, feels the whole thing scoot back an inch and hit the wall behind him. The sound echoes, carried by lifeless rooms, while he unceremoniously drops his backpack to the floor by his feet.
The breath he lets out is slow and methodical and born of pent up muscles, aimed at the ceiling where he rests his neck against the back of the couch and relaxes every limb one by one. It’s a process he forces himself through, if only to rid the constant ache beneath his skin.
Slow, sweeping footsteps meander around the room in front of him, and Ritsu angles his gaze down from his craned back position to look at his brother. He wanders, like he so often does—seemingly aimless, but there’s something procedural about it that he’s convinced he just hasn’t figured out yet.
Shigeo’s empty eyes crawl along the hearth of the fireplace, explosions of ash sprayed out across the red brick. His head tilts up to trace his attention around the angular lines of the television, hung on the wall and screen grey with dust. He flits back and forth between the roundness of the bricked mantle and the sharp edges of the screen, like he’s taking notes.
Shigeo paws the television. Four lines of muck are cleared. The zombie blinks, paws at it again with dusty, curious fingers. Ritsu watches him make a mess of the television screen in silence, blinking tiredly.
He almost closes his eyes, but he fights against the urge and moves his fingers down his lap to reach for his bag. His middle hooks around the loop at the top and he lugs it up and into his lap, where he unzips it and peers into the shadowy contents.
Ritsu fishes out the water bottles. He finds the one with the messy R scribbled along the cap in sharpie and takes a big swig of it. It’s warm going down, constantly insulated in a bag of old, sweaty clothes. He feels like he can taste the odor in it, but it clears the grain in his throat from stomping all over dirt roads today, so he’s still grateful.
He holds out the one labeled S to Shigeo. “Thirsty?”
Shigeo looks at him from where he’s crouched down to the floor now, inspecting the soot along the hearth. Unfortunately, he sees handprints in the black already, and when his brother reaches a hand out to take it, his palm is covered in soot.
He lets him have his fun and settles his own bottle back in the mess of tangled clothes and rolls of bandages. Ritsu rakes his fingers through their stock with no real purpose—he knows exactly what’s in here, and none of it is useful.
They’d been searching all day; Ritsu doesn’t really know how far they’d walked, but it had to be a lot of miles. In and out of stores, up and down empty houses, weaving between warehouses—they didn’t really stop for a break. Not when Ritsu can hear Shigeo’s stomach from here and he himself has shaking hands. They can’t afford a break.
Nothing, though. Not a single goddamn thing worth taking. A settlement must have come through here long ago and swept the highway. They’re in the countryside, where houses are spaced out acres from each other and there’s entire cow pastures between properties. And yet every house they’d seen and entered provided nothing.
Ritsu stares into the negative space in his bag where there should be supplies. His stomach cramps and if he smells another whiff of that godawful sweaty, bloody sweatshirt he still carries, he’s going to throw up bile.
He leans away from the open pouch, eyes wandering to his brother who draws… something into the soot of the hearth. His water bottle sits on the floor, abandoned and still unscrewed. Ritsu leans forward with great effort and a grunt, leaning over his bag to grab at the top of it.
It takes him two tries to get Shigeo’s attention, and one more for an answer on where the cap is. It’s then placed in his palm, covered in soot and also saliva. Ritsu swallows down the nausea that rolls up his throat and wipes it off with his frankly already disgusting sleeve, and screws it back on.
He leans back again, succumbing to the urge to let his eyes rest, and he listens to the very subtle swipe of his brother’s hands across brick. There’s birds outside, chirping, and even though it’s still very much a common occurrence, Ritsu cannot help but feel nostalgic about it.
If he ignores the awful hum of silence, and the distinct lack of an electric thrum throughout the walls, and the fact that this is a stranger’s couch and not his, he can almost imagine normalcy. He can almost say this feels like those quiet moments after school, when he settles on the couch and scrolls through his phone in a house that only holds him and his brother because their parents simply aren’t home yet.
He can almost hear the creak of wood from Shigeo walking around his room upstairs. He can almost tap his fingers on the couch cushions to the pattern of his brother making his way down the steps. He can almost hear the fridge opening, and the sound of milk being poured into glass.
Almost. But Ritsu listens to sharp silence instead, and he tries not to think too hard.
He drifts for a while, feels himself truly sink into the couch and let the cushions claim him, and he thinks about nothings because if he doesn’t, then he’ll lose it. He carefully sifts through the nothingness of his mind, through the passing thoughts that have no bearing, and he focuses on that, on the lack of substance. His head is too full of things that have too much substance.
He misses boredom. He tells himself he misses boredom—the complete insubstantiality of it—because if he lets himself think of what he really misses, it’ll drive him insane.
The cushions move, and Ritsu peels his eyes open and lets himself get pulled from liminal mindspace. The cotton in his head recedes, and he blinks, and then he’s swiveling his head to look at his brother who sits in the cushion right next to him.
His hands and the cuffs of his hoodie are smothered in black. Shigeo sits hunched, gaze still wandering even when there’s not much decoration in this house to look at. He studies the off-white walls, the chips in the paint, the holes drilled in where there maybe used to be photos hung.
Ritsu gazes at him quietly, chest instinctively rising and falling to match his brother’s rhythm. He watches the expansion there, under his hoodie, in the subtlety of the folds and the way they warp over the movement. It’s slightly quicker than what he’s used to, but Ritsu knows his brother’s heart rate is much slower. He’s felt it before. He’s listened to it before, with his ear against a chest.
Ritsu’s attention moves to his eyes, and the heavy bags underneath them, and the paleness of his pupils and the ghostlight of him underneath that. He stares into them, looks for stray, familiar thoughts that might enter his head. Looks for old memories that might shine through in the form of recognition when he sees furniture layouts, and candy wrappers, and ads for soda.
Ritsu looks for it all the time, that glint of familiarity. And he finds it, sometimes. And really, he thinks that’s keeping him going more than food ever will.
Shigeo turns his head, and looks at him. Sometimes, when his brother looks at him, there’s not much there. No substance, no anything. And Ritsu finds it a bit evil that he craves silence in his own head, and yet noise in Shigeo’s, and often times it is the other way around.
His brother looks at him now, though, with that comforting recognition. That growth of the pupils, that softening of the hard edges of his face where unknown stressors have gotten to him. Ritsu wonders what zombies get stressed out. He figures it’s the same deal with humans, considering they’re largely alike.
Ritsu wonders if Shigeo knows he’s sick. He wishes he could ask him. He wishes for a lot of things. Silence in his own head is one of them.
Ritsu swivels his head away and stares at the ceiling, if only to force the thoughts to pause. He studies the popcorn ridges above them, traces the peaks with his gaze. It calms him, gives him something to focus on. He looks for patterns in the shadows they make.
Shigeo shifts next to him. And then he shimmies down, settles into the cushions, and plops his head right down on Ritsu’s shoulder.
Static roars in his mind and his heart stammers. Ritsu swallows the lump in his throat but that just makes it bigger, so he clamps his mouth shut and breathes carefully through his nose.
The tears cut through the grime on his face. He plops his own head down against his brother’s, and lives in the noise.
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