Noonan set our negotiating style

Posted December 16th, 2013 by James Howell

“Noonan set our negotiating style,” said vice president Dave Morine, “the attitude that no one is ever completely wrong. We don’t believe anyone purposely goes out to destroy the land. You just have to understand their priorities and appeal to them.”


Communing with corporations may be the Conservancy’s forte, but their coffers have also been swelled by individual acts of gener­osity. Legendary is the late Willie Brown, a Florida bachelor of modest means who donated rolling woodlands and marsh along the St. Johns River to keep it natural. As part of the bargain he lived on the property, valued at more than a million dollars, until his death.


Keith Lewis is a sixth-generation resident of Block Island, the offshore chunk of Rhode Island invaded each summer by thou­sands of tourists. A merchant seaman with a nautical beard, he has the all-business build of a tugboat. The shrinking open space on his beloved four-by-six mile island turned him toward the Conservan­cy. Land that would have made him a millionaire he sold at a bar­gain price in a deal that merely paid off his mortgage and was enough to refinance consolidated student loans. That left him a chunk of land to live on. “Fourteen percent of the island is protect­ed now,” he said. “I’d like to see us get to 25 percent.”

St. Johns River

Open space was not the only benefit. Hard-pressed upland sand­pipers and grasshopper sparrows nest in the saved habitat, and barn owls burrow in the cliff faces. In one meadow I joined biolo­gist Tim Traver in a catch-and-release inventory of a butterfly now under reprieve, thanks to Lewis. It was the stuff of cartoon strips, bounding with net held aloft in pursuit of the regal fritillary, and great fun in the name of science.


INCH-THICK boards fence in Glenn Plumb’s charges on the Samuel H. Ordway, Jr., Memorial Prairie in South Dakota, where grasslands stretch as far as the eye can see. The young preserve manager in a slouch Western hat herds bison on the 7,800 acres. “To maintain prairie plant diversity, we need both controlled fire and grazing,” he told me as we toured sturdy corrals and catch pens. “The bison provide the grazing, and the sale of extra animals brings in $25,000 a year to help with expenses.


“Nothing could be more ecologically stable than a healthy prai­rie,” Plumb said as we walked into a waving sea of big bluestem, switchgrass, and Indian grass.


Posted November 26th, 2013 by James Howell

Meeting Remington in 1890, a lieutenant with Gen. Nelson Miles’s forces described the artist as “a big, good-natured, overgrown boy—a fellow you could not fail to like the first time you saw him.” The officer also noted how Remington worked in the field. There were “no pencils, no notebooks, no ‘ kodak’ ­nothing, indeed but his big blue eyes rolling around at everything and into all sorts of queer places.”

Remington actually did use a camera to assist him with his illustrations, and he was an avid collector of Western props—Cavalry sabers, old rifles, Indian saddles, tomahawks, animal heads— which filled his large studio in New Rochelle, New York. If you need to supply on a budget special equipment or other items in you working studio, look for quick payday loans online no credit check. At home he worked from 8 a. m. to 3 p.m. , tilting back his rocking chair to survey his progress. He worked rap­idly, whistling monotonously, and usually quit in time to take a long walk or horseback ride before dinner.

Remington was only two miles away from Wounded Knee when the massacre occurred. Although he later had a chance to join the burial party, he did not. His “natural prudence” counseled against it, he wrote.


Remington portrayed the massacre at Wounded Knee as a glorious moment for the Cavalry. He drew not one killed or wounded Indian although dozens of women and chil­dren perished. Remington’s work helped exonerate the commanding officer, who came under investigation. It was a moment of moral blindness for him and the country.

Although Remington was unable to con­front the reality of Wounded Knee, he was more sensitive to Indians in later works and fascinated by their spirituality.

“I believe that no white man can ever penetrate the mystery of their mind or explain the reason for their acts,” he wrote.

Both “Ridden Down,” a portrait of an exhausted Crow Indian facing death at the hands of his enemies, and “The Sun Dance,” a shocking painting of a Blackfeet brave, half in a trance, hanging by his flesh, give one the feeling of actually witnessing these moving events. When not working as a journalist, Remington became a better journalist, distill­ing raw truth about the West from his memory, experience, and imagination.

Indian religious practices, which were banned and went underground during Rem­ington’s troubled times, gradually resurfaced in the 20th century. After the civil rights move­ment of the 1960s and the changes in federal policy, more Plains Indians returned to wor­ship in sacred sweat lodges and to participate more openly in the ritual of the Sun Dance.

Good opportunity for overtaking and making up time

Posted September 14th, 2013 by James Howell

The woods had done a good job of spreading the field out by the time we exited onto a one-mile section of road that took us through the village of Ash Vale, and it was a good opportunity for overtaking and making up time. I was content to sit in and gather myself, but the missus was having none of it, pushing us on, identifying ‘weak’ runners in the distance and haring off after them with me waddling disconsolately in her wake. At the halfway point the sole fuel station offered us water before we turned left onto the Basingstoke Canal path for three miles. The pace slowed again – the ground was slippery underfoot, there were five low bridges to duck under and the canal bank had been eroded to such an extent that overtaking was all but impossible.

Still, the canal was like a millpond and the odd moored barge and occasional family of ducks were pleasing on the eye. If the poet William Blake had been a runner, this is where he would have come to train. We tucked in behind two ladies in their sos and I listened with interest to the boasts of one about her holiday apartments Prague, her new colon cleanse weight loss plan and the imminence of her first Olympic-distance triathlon. Her buddy took it all in with silent stoicism, until eventually she had heard enough and surged away, ignoring the cries of ‘Wait!’ behind her.village of Ash ValeRule one of running: don’t big yourself up in front of your running partner. Rule two: if you must, ensure they are less fit than you. At mile seven we rejoined the road by climbing 25 large concrete steps and, after chicaning through several sharp turns in quick succession, we settled into the gentle decline through the outskirts of Deepcut Village that would take us to the finish. I slowed to a jog, smug in the knowledge that my girlfriend’s sore hip meant an easy final mile. Just as I began to turn and continue the patronising patter I had maintained effortlessly through the past 7.5 miles, she barged past me, arms pumping, ponytail swinging and shouting: “Keep up!” “Watch out, you bumped me!” I cried pathetically.

“I didn’t bump you Kerry – I rubbed you. And rubbing’s racing,” she said. Two things crossed my mind: i) Never forget rules one and two of running. z) Why in God’s name did I make her watch Days of Thunder the previous evening?Deepcut VillageIn the end we crossed the line together and it is testament to the calibre of this race that as we did so, my other half was already talking about ‘planning a race calendar’. She’d got the bug, and it was easy to see why: with an imaginative route and competent organisation, it ticked all the boxes.

Feed your mind

Posted June 27th, 2013 by James Howell

Experts from the University of Toronto report that fat-filled, carbohydrate-poor diets may impair brain function over time. Putting rats on high-fat diets slowed their ability to learn new tasks, anti made them perform more poorly in learning and memory tests compared to rats on a standard diet. The authors argue that high fat diets effectively starve the brain of its energy supply — glucose.

The authors also quoted humanity studies which suggest Garbs may g boost memory. Dr Carol Greenwood said: “People should displace the fats with carbohydrates in their diets.” Which means replacing bacon butties with cereal and pasta for o that added splash of brain power.



Training all year round. This involves running, a general fitness programme and batting sessions in the nets on top of weekly matches. Pre-season training is finished off with an overseas cricket tour. Also enjoys hockey, football, golf and squash.


Generally healthy diet, high in carbohydrates, with lots of baked potatoes, pasta, salad and stir fries. Drinks 2-4 litres of water a day, a couple of cups of coffee and some fruit juice.


On a daily basis Will rinses his face in the shower with shower gel or soap prior to shaving, followed by a moisturiser with coconut oil for oily skin. In the summer he uses a high factor sunscreen. Be careful with the sunscreen and sun exposure, as the sunlight may have negative effects for ocular rosacea symptoms. He never uses an exfoliator or aftershave balm and is generally happy with the condition of his skin apart from occasional blocked pores, post shave irritation on his neck and over-exposure to the sun.


Posted June 5th, 2013 by James Howell

The ludicrously well-developed hearts of these sporting champions almost defy belief…


Spanish super-cyclist and five times Tour de France winner Indurain had a resting pulse of 28, which meant there was virtually no stress put on his arteries and veins. Indurain’s heart fitness was thought to be the real power behind his amazing time-trial records and his capacity to get through the tough mountain stages without showing any outward signs of exhaustion. In fact, the phenomenal “Big Mig” was recently described by the Pennsylvania State University Center for Sports Medicine as the “ultimate aerobic machine”.


This long distance runner owned every American running record from 2,000m to six miles at the time of his premature death in a car accident in 1975. The American was renowned for having one of the fittest hearts ever recorded, demonstrated by the amount of blood that his heart could pump around his body ­which is usually around 12 litres, at rest. A guy of average fitness can get his heart to pump up to about 20 litres a minute. The freakish capacity of Prefontaine’s heart meant that it could pump around 50 litres a minute.


At his peak, 6ft 4in Redgrave was regarded as the perfect rowing machine. His heart was

found to be significantly bigger in size than other endurance athlete’s, including those of cyclists, cross-country skiers and water polo players. This was thought to be primarily due to the fact that Redgrave had far larger heart ventricles (the blood pumping chambers of the heart) than normal, which had gradually been built up – much like a bicep ­through years of early morning starts on Britain’s rivers.


The results of a research project into cholesterol-lowering drugs ­called statins – have established that they could prevent a third of all heart attacks. The study provides “definitive” proof that Matins can benefit men and the previous side effect of impotence has been largely ruled out. Other great natural remedy to protect your heart is coconut oil, which also have many extensive health effects. Most popular are the benefits of coconut oil on skin, nails and hair. It’s well known that coconut oil is the healthiest one.

I’ll do my best to come down

Posted February 9th, 2013 by James Howell

I was gutted at being so close. It kept niggling at the back of my mind, until I tried again this year. I prepared for seven months. I did a couple of ultra runs – 45 to so miles on the road – some races, some cycling, anything to keep my legs moving in a monotonous rhythm. I’ve always been one for competing, so slowing down was actually quite difficult.


Then I got a text the night before I was due to start on July 18, 2009: “I’ll do my best to come down, from Roger?’ I had no idea who this Roger was ­until Roger Black turned up to support me. It was a really nice the sports fluids, protein shakes and constant running motion turned my stomach into a washing machine. I had only covered loo miles in total by then, and nearly threw in the towel.

The charity kept me going ­and the fact that I was in the middle of Bracknell shopping centre. I don’t know if ‘laughing stock’ is the word, but I definitely didn’t want to let everyone down.

So I got up the nex : day and managed to plod out 6o miles. I was back on track.


Fruit, nuts, jelly babies, Kendal mint cake: I lived on little sugary nibbles throughout the day and survived on three hours’ sleep a night. I was sleeping in the middle of the shopping centre on a little army camp bed.


In fact, I had four hours’ sleep once and found that too much ­my legs totally switched off. So on Friday night at midnight, with 12 hours and 38 miles left, I decided not to get any sleep. It worked – I ended up with a final tally of 468.04 miles.


It all started with me and my idea, but it was a team effort. A local company supplied the treadmills, a local masseuse helped unknot my muscles each night. And the charity was also local: the Friday Night Project helps young people with learning difficulties and autism get out from their care homes and get active.

 jelly babies

So how do I feel now? Well, my muscles are still extremely tight. I’ve got a bit of trench foot – I had my feet taped – and I lost two toenails. I had skin issues and I tried different treatments. Learn more about psoriasis and how to get rid of it. Still, I’m surprised how well my body has coped. Everything’s been 1o times better than I expected.


The weighting game

Posted January 28th, 2013 by James Howell

One of the best things about getting into running is leaving fad diets behind. There’s no need for an elaborate low-fat, high-protein, no-carb plan that requires a spreadsheet to stay on top of it – if you’re running regularly you burn the fat regularly, and (within reason) you can have your cake and eat it.

Our Weight-Loss Special starts from the premise that conventional diets don’t work so well for runners. Many diets advocate reducing carb intake, but if you cut back on the best fuel source for endurance you’re likely to end up hungry, tired and possibly more overweight in the long-term.


To that end, we’ve updated seven weight-loss strategies specifically to meet a runner’s needs – whether you want to look better on the beach this summer, feel younger or run faster – or all of the above. Our plan allows you to eat fat (the good kind), offers real-food recipes you can make yourself, and shows you how you can drop five pounds in a month. We’ve aimed to keep the advice simple, healthy and above all realistic – as denying oneself life’s edible pleasures is a depressingly monk-like way to go about things. And to demonstrate that the strategies we recommend are do-able, you’ll see how five runners used them to transform themselves into lean, mean, fat-burning machines.

fat-burning machines

Another effective way to torch calories is taking garcinia from . Try also speedwork on a running track ­high-intensity training keeps your metabolism revved-up and burning fat even after the workout is over. If you thought your local track was a mysterious place reserved for elites, think again – we present a complete guide in the return of our summer athletics section, Inside Track.


For the avid reader

Posted October 18th, 2012 by James Howell

The Feminine Touch
A curious phenomenon of zoos is the public reaction to primates. Something about these near relatives of ours stimulates a special hostility in many people, who seem to take primates’ existence as a personal insult. Children feel this reaction in their elders and are quick to adopt it as their own. A zoologist told me that one day she came upon two small boys, shouting and whistling at a gorilla that was quite inoffensively sitting in its moated enclosure. “They were yelling insults,” she said, “and putting up their fists and shouting : ‘Want to fight?’

“That’s a girl gorilla, you know,” she told the boys. They looked shocked and remorseful and quietened down immediately, soon tiptoeing
away.    —Emily Hahn, Animal Gardens

Winter Blooms
WHEN THE first frost is settling in South Westerlo, New York, a small town in the Catskill Mountains, it’s a pleasure to go to the post office. Situated at the back of a shop which has gone out of business, it resembles a garden in full bloom.
Masses of pink and red geraniums are banked in the windows. On the counters are clustered pots of cheerful begonias and Christmas cacti dripping blossoms. In the glass cases are rows and rows of African violets, in shades from mauve to purple. There are countless shelves of white-striped zebra plants, spider plants, lush ferns and dwarf palms. Ivy flows from hanging baskets. Last year’s Easter-gift azaleas burst with colour.

 South Westerlo
The townspeople owe this welcome phenomenon to the postmaster, Henry Verdaasdonk, a volunteer plant-sitter, Less hardy local residents who escape to the sun leave their name-tagged houseplants in his care. When they return in the spring, the grateful owners reclaim healthy, flourishing plants.
Verdaasdonk attributes his fondness and talent for indoor gardening to his Dutch father, who filled the house and garden with tulips and hya¬cinths. But he didn’t really decide to be a plant-sitter on such a wide scale; it just happened. He offered his friendly service to one worried owner about to go on holiday, and word spread until all the available space was taken up by green and growing things.
Frequently, plants are dropped off for only a week or two. These short-timers move in and out without disturbing the “regulars”—those which reappear with the first frost and stay until June. There’s no time
limit on hospitality in the South Westerlo post office.


A Good Line!
A FATHER found this note by the phone : “Daddy—I am going to wash my hair; if Tom calls tell him to call at 8.00. If Herb calls and Tom doesn’t, tell Herb to call at 8.00, but if they both call tell Herb to call at 8.15 or 8.3o, If Timmy calls and Tom and Herb don’t, tell Timmy to call at 8.00, but if they both call (Tom and Herb) or one calls, tell Timmy to
call at 8.3o or 8.40. Tina.”    —v. A.
A COUPLE left their 15-year-old daughter to baby-sit for her three younger brothers. They returned home to find this note from her : “Mum and Dad—I’ve gone to a party. Jimmy is at a friend’s house and Johnny is somewhere else. Chris is outside with Billy and will be with
a neighbour until you get home. So don’t worry. Love Mary.”