Most Popular Books by James Bernard

Follows the changes in zoo and aquarium communities by looking at the development and expansion of the discipline. This work presents portraits of a number of zoos and aquariums throughout the world to show the chronology of herpetological discovery, people who worked at those places, and the breadth of the programs that were put in place.

Since earlier evaluating processes the evaluators have been actively exploring the client side of evaluation. He has learned that understanding and managing the interpersonal, organizational, and political dimensions of the evaluation process are at least as important and difficult as understanding the analytical dimensions of evaluation methodology.

This concerns the dignity and the degradation of labour. Work has great power to undermine or to foster happiness. Bernard feels the moral dimension of labour has been neglected in political theory and practice and he aims to restore productive labour to its place in moral and political debate.

From 1825 to 1930 almost three million Scandinavians immigrated to the New World. However, emigration did not extinguish their strong and admirable culture. In fact, Scandinavian immigrants exhibited even more of the unique traits that had long nourished their ancestors and this adherence to their cultural values contributed much to their success in the New World. Scandinavian shores is an illuminating and entertaining book that brings to life the rich cultural history that has survived through generations of Scandinavians and has transcended the distance between the New World and their home countries. When these immigrants stepped ashore in the New World, they had what mattered most: their resourcefulness, work ethic and skilled craftsmanship. These, and other inherent traits, set them apart from the thousands of European immigrants of different descent.

The remarkable, amusing and inspiring adventures of a Canadian couple who make a year-long attempt to eat foods grown and produced within a 100-mile radius of their apartment. When Alisa Smith and James MacKinnon learned that the average ingredient in a North American meal travels 1,500 miles from farm to plate, they decided to launch a simple experiment to reconnect with the people and places that produced what they ate. For one year, they would only consume food that came from within a 100-mile radius of their Vancouver apartment. The 100-Mile Diet was born. The couple’s discoveries sometimes shook their resolve. It would be a year without sugar, Cheerios, olive oil, rice, Pizza Pops, beer, and much, much more. Yet local eating has turned out to be a life lesson in pleasures that are always close at hand. They met the revolutionary farmers and modern-day hunter-gatherers who are changing the way we think about food. They got personal with issues ranging from global economics to biodiversity. They called on the wisdom of grandmothers, and immersed themselves in the seasons. They discovered a host of new flavours, from gooseberry wine to sunchokes to turnip sandwiches, foods that they never would have guessed were on their doorstep. The 100-Mile Diet struck a deeper chord than anyone could have predicted, attracting media and grassroots interest that spanned the globe. The 100-Mile Diet: A Year of Local Eating tells the full story, from the insights to the kitchen disasters, as the authors transform from megamart shoppers to self-sufficient urban pioneers. The 100-Mile Diet is a pathway home for anybody, anywhere. Call me naive, but I never knew that flour would be struck from our 100-Mile Diet. Wheat products are just so ubiquitous, “the staff of life,” that I had hazily imagined the stuff must be grown everywhere. But of course: I had never seen a field of wheat anywhere close to Vancouver, and my mental images of late-afternoon light falling on golden fields of grain were all from my childhood on the Canadian prairies. What I was able to find was Anita’s Organic Grain & Flour Mill, about 60 miles up the Fraser River valley. I called, and learned that Anita’s nearest grain suppliers were at least 800 miles away by road. She sounded sorry for me. Would it be a year until I tasted a pie? —From The 100-Mile Diet