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Here's the good news, then: forget jumping up and down to bad music for 20 minutes three times a week. Your cardiovascular condition could benefit just as much if you accumulate half an hour of "moderate" activity each day. Garden, rake leaves, dance, climb steps, walk briskly to work. And don't fret about measuring your heart rate every time you think you've exercised. (That always looks pretentious anyway.) The American College of Sports Medicine's recommendation for the minimum target heart rate during exercise has been dropping for nearly 20 years. In 1975 the college said...
...over the canyons, rises at great speed in columnar thermal currents; and from upper altitudes, cold, heavy air sinks fast in compensation. You can "peg" your variometer here with no trouble at all -- i.e., rise faster than the 1,000 ft. a minute that the beeping rate-of-climb gauge will register. But great, eddying roils of turbulence called rotors wheel across the 14,000-ft. ridges of the Sierra Nevada and White Mountains, sometimes shearing the big thermals and otherwise raising hell. "It's the roughest place in the world for hang gliding," says Lee, a member...
Voss was attempting to climb stairs to lock an outside door when he fell...
...often presented as a bitter pill to be washed down with familiar symphonic staples. Conductors, meanwhile, too often treat the Central European classical repertoire as a kind of competition course, with each one eager to put his stamp on the Beethoven symphonies or the Stravinsky ballets and thus climb the career ladder. "When I was a student in New York, you could hear orchestras playing diverse repertoires," Leonard Slatkin, music director of the St. Louis Symphony, told the Symphony League convention. "There is now a common repertoire. The overuse of a repertoire results in a malaise and an ennui among...
...writer and filmmaker, Nora Ephron, who also did "Sally," desperately needs a new idea. This movie even ends in a very familiar way. In New York City. With a love song playing. And a long climb to the top of some building. By the time Ryan gets to top of the Empire State (to hook up with Hanks), there's only one question left: Where's Billy Crystal...