FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmailPrint分享Reuters:SoftBank Group Corp has decided to invest $60 billion-$100 billion in solar power generation in India, Japanese public broadcaster NHK reported on Friday.SoftBank and the Indian government are expected to reach a formal agreement soon after final arrangements are made, the report said without naming its sources.The company is expected to make the investment through a fund backed by Saudi Arabia’s government, NHK said. Saudi Arabia is the largest investor in SoftBank’s Vision Fund, which raised over $93 billion last year.In 2015 SoftBank pledged to invest $20 billion in Indian solar projects with a goal of generating 20 gigawatts (GW) of energy as the majority partner in a joint venture with India’s Bharti Enterprises and Taiwan’s Foxconn.Last month SoftBank secured 200 megawatts of solar capacity at an auction in the southwestern state of Karnataka. In April it teamed up with China’s GCL System Integration Technology Co Ltd on a $930 million Indian solar energy venture.More: Japan’s SoftBank to invest up to $100 billion in Indian solar: NHK Japan’s SoftBank reportedly planning major investment in Indian solar
FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmailPrint分享Kate Finlayson, a former journalist and long-time public relations professional with experience in Australia and Indonesia, has joined the Institute for Energy Economics and Financial Analysis as senior communications strategist for Australia and South Asia. Finlayson, who has worked for the Australian Council of Social Service, Aboriginal Legal Service, and the Australian Broadcasting Corporation, will work with IEEFA energy finance analysts in Sydney and New Delhi.“Kate brings a wealth of experience in working in journalism and public policy organizations, and we are very pleased to welcome her to our team,” said Tim Buckley, IEEFA’s director of energy finance studies, Australia/South Asia. “Our research shows that energy markets in the region are changing dramatically. We see many opportunities to share our findings with the media, financial community, policymakers, energy industry and advocates.”Finlayson can be reached at [email protected] or at 61 418 254 237. Communications strategist joins IEEFA team in Sydney
New York’s Con Edison commits to $1.5 billion in energy efficiency spending by 2025 FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmailPrint分享Utility Dive:Con Edison announced a $1.5 billion energy efficiency initiative during its Monday annual meeting, including customer incentives for ground and air-source heat pumps. The new investment would constitute a tripling of the New York-based utility’s investment in its energy efficiency programs by 2025.Con Edison Chairman and CEO John McAvoy told shareholders the company is committed to clean energy alternatives and an aggressive expansion of energy efficiency programs, during the company’s first virtual-only annual meeting due to the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic.“I believe one of the keys to rebuilding our communities and boosting the economy is maintaining our focus on clean energy,” McAvoy said in a company statement.McAvoy also told shareholders that letting utilities own large-scale solar and wind farms would help New York City and State achieve their climate goals. New York State’s Climate Leadership and Community Protection Act (CLCPA) mandates moving to 70% renewable energy by 2030 and cutting greenhouse gas emissions 85% by 2050.Con Edison’s Clean Energy Businesses owns and operates major solar farms outside of New York, operating 122 renewable projects across 19 states, according to the company’s 2019 annual report. Utilities in New York State are barred by regulation from owning renewable energy facilities within the state.[Guy Burdick]More: Con Edison commits $1.5 billion to energy efficiency
We hear this statement a whole lot around the holidays. Slogans such as “shop local, support your city, small businesses need your help, etc” appear on your Facebook feed, email inbox, and banners around town. This year many local businesses even participated in Small Business Saturday. But with all of the one deal a day sites, and big business deals, why should you visit your local stores?I will tell you why, because they care. That’s right, they honestly care about you and your outdoor experience. As an avid mountain biker I end up buying new products, bikes, and needing repairs pretty frequently. There’s only one shop I would go to though, and that’s Shenandoah Bicycle Company. For all of my outdoor gear it’s Blue Ridge Mountain Sports or Wilderness Voyagers.When I first arrived at JMU in the fall of 2006 I knew I wanted to become part of the outdoor scene. The first sport that piqued my curiosity was biking, mountain biking to be exact. My trusty Motiv Groundpounder was in need of some love before I tackled my first Harrisonburg ride so I visited the local bike shop. When I walked through the door no one scoffed at my department store bike, an outcast among the high-end bicycles around it, no one gave me attitude, and everyone was offering help. Thomas Jenkins, part owner of SBC and local cycling advocate of Harrisonburg, helped me with my bike and ended up going on the ride just to make sure I did okay. Seven years later Thomas is still helping me, and I am still walking through SBC’s door.What is even more important about local businesses is that they serve as a home base for the community. While many of your favorite local shops are a great place to, well, shop they are also staffed by the people you ride, hike, and camp with; your family in a sense. Think about how many times you have visited your favorite local store just to say hi or to catch up with a friend. I personally can’t even begin to count the number of workshops, hangouts, parties, and more that I have attended at SBC. In addition to fun hangouts, they are also many times at the forefront of advocacy, rallying their customers for trail protection, events, advocacy, and more.Besides taking away the fact that I obviously love my local bike shop, I ask you to sit back for a few minutes and think about your favorite local store. Reflect on the service they have provided to you over the years, the ways they have repaid the community, all of the fun events that have either congregated at the store or taken place right on grounds, and if applicable all the beers you have had while shooting the stuff over gear. Now as you prepare to tackle the task of holiday shopping pay a visit to your local store. The service you will get can’t be rivaled, they will be there for you well after purchase, and hey you may even end up having a beer or two.Shenandoah Bicycle Company from Peter W. Jackson on Vimeo.
Your daily outdoor news bulletin for June 5, the day FDR took the United States off the gold standard in 1933, completely changing the global economy and making Fort Knox the target of Goldfinger’s evil plot.S.W.E.A.T. Needs Your Help in GSMNPThe Smoky Wilderness Elite Appalachian Trail Crew (S.W.E.A.T. – Get it?) has had a rash of drop outs and is in need of more volunteers this summer. Part of the Appalachian Trail Conservancy Trail Crew Program, SWEAT volunteers hike into the backcountry of Great Smoky Mountains National Park for a week of trail work – accompanied by a paid leadership staff member. The ATC provides everything you need: food, shelter, tools, transportation (except for the hike in, of course), camping gear, and safety equipment. Working on the SWEAT crew is a great resume builder (volunteering, resource management, environmental stewardship, chainsaw certification, etc.) and a feel-good enterprise for anyone who loves the outdoors.For more information on SWEAT and how to sign up, click here.North Carolina Hates Fishermen and MoneyThe State of North Carolina had the opportunity to place three species of fish under official “gamefish” status, both protecting the fish and raising huge amounts of revenue from the crazies that are obsessed with them, but they didn’t. House Bill 983, “The Fisheries Economic Development Act,” would have given redfish, spotted seatrout, and inland striped bass the “gamefish” designation, effectively preventing them from being caught by commercial fishermen, only recreational fisherman. As the article points out, “The combined economic output of recreational fishing for these three species was $131.4 million in 2012. The recreational fishery supported 1,267 jobs. The combined economic output of commercial fishing for these three species was $3.3 million. The commercial fishery supported 67 jobs.” This seems like a no-brainer to anyone who knows anything about numbers and money, and yet, the bill died with no vote, and will not be heard on the floor.Nice work. More reaction, good and bad, here.Disc Golfers Rejoice!The Charlottesville City Council has approved the largest addition to its park system in decades in the form of a new disc – don’t call it frisbee, bro – golf course right downtown. The Meadow Creek Stream Valley Master Plan calls for linking two existing parks and adding an additional 40 acres of park land, which will include the disc golf course. David Vance of the Blue Ridge Disc Golf Club is taking the lead in designing what will be a 9-hole course: “The beautiful thing about having a course here in town is we’ll be able to get a lot more people out at the lunch break or right after work’s over,” he told the Charlottesville Newsplex. It’s been hard for Charlottesvillians to get their disc on, with the nearest course – Walnut Creek, which is an excellent track – nearly 10 miles outside of town. This will be a much simpler commute, to say the least.
Enter to win a climbing adventure package from Nelson Rocks Outdoor Center!One lucky winner will receive:– Two passes for either the Via Ferrata Guided Climbing Adventure or the North Fork Valley Canopy Tour– Two nights free lodging in one of the hotel-style guest rooms at the Nelson Rocks Welcome Center– A gift basket from Nelson Rocks Outdoor Center, including two NROC t-shirts, two NROC water bottles and other assorted goodiesDON’T FORGET TO ENTER ALL OUR OTHER GREAT GIVEAWAYS!Rules and Regulations: Package must be redeemed within 1 year of winning date. Entries must be received by mail or through the www.blueridgeoutdoors.com contest sign-up page by 12:00 noon EST on September 15th, 2013. One entry per person. One winner per household. Sweepstakes open only to legal residents of the 48 contiguous United States and the District of Columbia, who are 18 years of age or older. Void wherever prohibited by law. Families and employees of Blue Ridge Outdoors Magazine and participating sponsors are not eligible. No liability is assumed for lost, late, incomplete, inaccurate, non-delivered or misdirected mail, or misdirected e-mail, garbled, mistranscribed, faulty or incomplete telephone transmissions, for technical hardware or software failures of any kind, lost or unavailable network connection, or failed, incomplete or delayed computer transmission or any human error which may occur in the receipt of processing of the entries in this Sweepstakes. By entering the sweepstakes, entrants agree that Blue Ridge Outdoors Magazine and Nelson Rocks Outdoor Center reserve the right to contact entrants multiple times with special information and offers. Blue Ridge Outdoors Magazine reserves the right, at their sole discretion, to disqualify any individual who tampers with the entry process and to cancel, terminate, modify or suspend the Sweepstakes. Winners agree that Blue Ridge Outdoors Magazine and participating sponsors, their subsidiaries, affiliates, agents and promotion agencies shall not be liable for injuries or losses of any kind resulting from acceptance of or use of prizes. No substitutions or redemption of cash, or transfer of prize permitted. Any taxes associated with winning any of the prizes detailed below will be paid by the winner. Winners agree to allow sponsors to use their name and pictures for purposes of promotion. Sponsors reserve the right to substitute a prize of equal or greater value. All Federal, State and local laws and regulations apply. Selection of winner will be chosen at random at the Blue Ridge Outdoors office on or before September 30th, 6:00 PM EST 2013. Winners will be contacted by the information they provided in the contest sign-up field and have 7 days to claim their prize before another winner will be picked. Odds of winning will be determined by the total number of eligible entries received. This giveaway is OVER! Thanks to all who entered and good luck.To learn more about outdoor adventure travel in WV, visit www.wvtourism.com!
Of course, all of that being said, a look back on my list tells me I’m not even quite up to the task of being the perfect copilot, but it’s a nice thought.Now you tell me! When you’re in the car with someone, what makes you tick? It’s been over a week since I dropped my mother off at her home in northern Virginia. Initially, I assumed that two weeks on the road with her would feel like…well…two weeks. But in all honesty, the time flew by. My friends found it incredible that we had spent nearly every day together and had managed to walk away from the journey virtually unscathed (figuratively, I suppose, for she did suffer a few cuts and bruises along the way…sorry Ma).I, too, was rather surprised at the relative ease of bringing my mother along with me everywhere I went. Sure, we had our moments, as any mother-daughter-practically-sister duo can tell you. But I must say that my mother is probably one of the few people in this world who would not only want to spend fourteen consecutive days with me but who would also still love me at the end of it.Putting up with me is no easy task. I’m well aware of that. I can be cracking jokes left and right one minute and then frustrated to the brink of tears the next. I’m all over the place. You need only to take a quick peak at the interior of the car to know it’s true. But I’m also pretty easy to please, pretty laidback. Should I have someone riding shotgun, however, there are definitely a few things that really grind my gears.I started to notice some of my, what you might call, “pet peeves” after having a few friends spend varying amounts of time with me in the Jeep’s passenger seat. Although this list is by no means directed at any one of those dear friends nor has every one of the following worst-case-scenario-type situations necessarily happened, I’ve decided to lay it out there for any future passenger-seat passengers of mine. If out there, somewhere in this great big world there’s such a thing as the “perfect copilot,” s/he would be…1. organized.I struggle enough with being organized on my own. If you’re just as disorganized as I am, we’re going to have one helluva time finding anything and my patience is likely to wane with every sock of yours I find and every one of mine I lose…or just can’t find.2. minimalist.Along a similar train of thought, if you can’t fit everything you need for however long you’re accompanying me into one bag, you might want to reconsider what you “need.” Remember, my life is in that car. Yours doesn’t need to be too.3. not easily embarrassed.Look, I like to sing and/or dance while I drive. That’s not going to change, and I’m not going to “tone it down” because I suck. So, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Er. Me. And if you happen to be a better singer and/or dancer than me, which is likely the case, just pretend you suck so I can feel better about myself. 4. attentive.If you’re going to help me navigate, stick with it. I can get anywhere by myself just fine, but if you volunteer to help, don’t screw me over by being a space cadet. Do you know how hard it is to do a 3-point turnaround with a trailer on a Forest Service road? It’s not hard. It’s damn near impossible. 5. punctual.Like organization, timeliness is something I struggle with myself. If, on some rare occasion, I just-so-happen to be on time for something but I have to wait on you to brush your teeth or find your phone, well, your chances of being re-invited on another adventure tick away with every minute I’m tapping my foot.6. flexible.Yes, I know I said we would sleep in tomorrow, but there’s this really cool overlook an hour away where I would really like to shoot a time lapse of the sunrise. Don’t worry. I’ll set the alarm. 4am okay? Good. 7. awake.Or at least make an effort to be for the first 30 minutes. Effort is noted. Grabbing a pillow straight after buckling up is also noted.8. helpful.Or, again, at least offer to help. I’ve grown so used to setting up the Go by myself that I often go into autopilot mode right off the bat. After a few times of watching me set up and take down though, you should be able to slide in and help by assembling tent poles, inflating mattresses, etc. Don’t just stand there on Facecrack updating your status while I’m sweating my ass off setting up your bed.9. competent.In cooking abilities, particularly. Now, I’m not a picky eater. Really. So long as you don’t burn it and there’s no meat involved (yes, that includes seafood) I’ll eat just about anything. I don’t even care if your signature dish is EasyMac. Unless you’re my mother, don’t expect me to wait on you hand and foot.10. thick-skinned.Lastly, and I know some of you out there are reading this thinking, “hot damn, I’ll never ride with her,” but in all seriousness, I’m not that hard to travel with. If I do ask something of you, or make some correction, don’t take it personally.
Mountain Mama: Sidelined by SicknessI planned to run 18 miles this weekend. The universe had other plans.I spent most of the past few days in bed, blowing snot into tissues that I discarded into a pile, forming a lumpy mountain by Sunday night. I felt sorry for myself and lame for getting so far behind in my training schedule and frustrated because I still don’t feel like I’ve kicked this flu/cold/bug/virus thing enough to risk setting myself even further back by going for a run. That last time I ran was in November!A question looped in my head. What about Charleston? The marathon is a little over than a month away and this is crunch time. I should be resting up for my first 20-miler next weekend. I should be feeling strong, increasing my mileage to the crescendo right before tapering. I worried about the epiphanies I didn’t have because of not going on that long run; the quirky roadside scenes that didn’t unfold, the triumphant I didn’t experience of conquering the miles relentless in their sameness.I’ve dutifully drank elderberry syrup every four hours, pressed garlic and onions into my soup, and heaped teaspoons of honey into my new nightly tea ritual. Heck, I’ve even taken two tablespoons of apple cider vinegar each morning. All the while thinking if I try hard enough I can beat this lingering sickness, that if mentally will myself to health, I’ll be lacing up my running shoes in no time.What about Charleston? The race ticket has been purchased, the bungalow in nearby Folly Beach with tropical décor reserved, and race support recruited. My fever climbed. I tossed and turned in my own sweat, my head buzzing with ideas. Why was it that I was motivated to run a marathon anyway? Somewhere in the back of my mind I was chasing the four hour marathon I’d run in my mid-twenties, that if I could clock an impressive-to-me marathon time I’d somehow reverse aging, I’d prove, if only to myself, that I was still fit, attractive, interesting. Along the way, I’d bought into the idea prevalent in the outdoor scene – you’ve got to be fling yourself into difficulty or danger, reinventing yourself with by tackling harder challenges.I watched Christmas movies about believing and the magic of the season before drifting off to sleep. When I woke up, my eyes rested on mountain of used tissues and my thoughts turned to skiing. Not the world’s steepest trail accessible only by helicopter, but a long one winding in mild loops around the parameter of the mountain named something like “Homeward Bound.” I imagined skiing down my mound of used-up tissues in a snowplow, my three-year old behind me. Squirrels scampered up pine trees; bears nestled in their den.Then I did something I haven’t done a whole lot in the past week – I laughed. Impressed with how my mind turned a disgusting pile of tissue into an appealing scene. I laughed at how frumpy even my daydreams had become, not the slopes that graced the cover of extreme outdoor magazines, but rounder and gentler, a lot like me.In no time my mind turned back to Charleston. Would I be able to run a marathon so soon after being sick? I started worrying how slow I would be, how labored all those miles would feel. I fretted about how I’d possibly make up my training runs. I liked the rigidity of a training plan, an implicit promise that if I put in the miles, my body could carry me the distance on race day.I went to the doctor for the second time. I’d recovered from the flu, but my weakened immune system got hit by a virus. “Take antibiotics. Drink lots of water. Rest and take it easy,” the doc instructed.Resting doesn’t come easy for me. After I exhausted the new releases and the stacks of magazine I’d been waiting for the right time to get around reading, I went to the bookstore. My mom used to let my brothers buy whatever books we wanted for Christmas, and I savored my stack of books all winter long. I don’t read as much as an adult, partially because Facebook culture promotes busy, happy, outdoor lives, not curled up in a sunny nook devouring a book.I bought books about Charleston and read about plantation porches suited for Scarlett O’Hare. I read about carriage rides and pirates staking claim to the harbor. I thought about running the marathon, and came to accept that the marathon will happen with me or without me. Nobody really cares if I run it in four or five hours. If I learned one thing from spending so much time, it was the crevices of my mind I could tuck into to imagine a mound of used tissues as a ski hill. With the help of a few books, I could turn the miles into epic tales of Charleston’s past and present, the slower I ran the marathon, the more time I would have to marvel.Still I think. What about Charleston? Perhaps it’s all the Christmas movies rubbing off on me. Oh I know there will be no Christmas miracle that allows me to run a faster marathon or make up for all the training runs I’ve missed. I will believe despite my not knowing that the marathon will end up being good, trusting that 26 miles through Charleston has to be amazing, that between the sites and the stories and the other runners, the marathon will be an incredible journey. Nothing can stop me, but still I need to rest. In order to rest, I need to let go of adhering to a must-do plan and let something else guide me, the wonder of setting off without a strict plan.
I’ve never been the kind of guy who likes to hit the beach and just…sit there. Beach vacations have always driven my wife crazy because she likes to sit and read magazines and books and take naps in the sand, and I like to poke her and ask her if she wants to go for a run on the beach, or surf, or jump over the waves or see who can hold their breath the longest or…My inability to sit still has caused tension on our vacations. But then we had kids and now those kids are old enough to do stuff, which is great because now I have someone who will jump over the waves with me and challenge me to a breath-holding competition. I realize that my kids won’t always be willing to play with me. There will come a time when I’ll ask them if they want to try to do handstands in the sand and they’ll roll their eyes at me and turn the music up on their headphones. But right now, I’m enjoying a sweet spot in parenthood where my kids are old enough to be fully capable to do cool stuff but still young enough to actually want to do cool stuff with their dad.I became acutely aware that I’m living in this sweet spot on Spring Break this year. We hit the South Carolina coast and hiked for miles on an undeveloped barrier island, seeing alligators in the brush and a graveyard of trees on the beach. We surfed in the frigid Atlantic, hunted for sand dollars and paddled tidal rivers with dolphins. I discovered that my kids are still young and I have to feed them snacks constantly, but they’re also game for just about anything.I also discovered that South Carolina’s coast can be wild as hell (see: alligators, boneyard beach), and that my wife has been right all along: taking a nap on the beach is okay every once in a while, if you find the right spot.Also, there’s a lot of great beer out there that I’ve never heard of. Take this beer, Damn Yankee IPA, from Southern Barrel Brewing out of Bluffton, South Carolina. I’ve never had the chance to try anything from Southern Barrel, but I couldn’t pass this beer up when I saw it in the store. I mean, great label, great name. I was pleasantly surprised to find out the beer was damn good too. It’s a New England style IPA, all hazy and fruity and smelling like a Florida citrus farm. It’s a really good example of the style, and it blows my mind that the state of craft beer is so good in the South right now, that a brewery can make a beer this good and it can more or less fly under the radar. It says a lot about the sheer volume of great local beer we have to choose from right now. You could say beer drinkers are enjoying a bit of a sweet spot right now. It might not last forever, but just like adventures with my kids, I’m gonna enjoy it while I can.
She was among several women who had become heads of police precincts in towns nationwide since men had stayed away because high-ranking police officers often are the targets of narcotics traffickers, officials said. Marisol Valles García, a 20-year-old criminology student, became police chief of the town of Praxedis G. Guerrero, also in the state of Chihuahua, in October. Valles García’s predecessor was fatally shot in July of last year, and the town did not have a chief of police until she was appointed to the position. Silvia Molina, the top administrative official of the police department in Ciudad Juárez, the state’s largest city, was killed in 2008. Chihuahua has become the country’s most violent state, with more than 2,700 homicides so far this year and about 8,000 killings since 2008, according to CNN. The syndicate’s suspected leaders, brothers Romulo and Ferney Andrade Lazo, and Jorge Fabián Ramírez, were apprehended along with three men who have been named in extradition requests filed by the United States, where they are wanted in New York, according to EFE. The arrests took place in simultaneous operations in the departments Norte de Santander, Risaralda, Cauca, Cundinamarca and Tolima. The organization allegedly used couriers, as well as shipments of food, to smuggle the drug into the United States, according to EFE. In a separate operation, police also made the biggest heroin bust of the year on Nov. 28 in the city of Cali, where a suspect was apprehended after 31 kilograms (68.3) of the drug was found in his vehicle during a traffic stop, officials said. Mexico: Police Chief Hermila García killed Colombian authorities dismantle heroin ring MEOQUI, Mexico – Hermila García, who became the police chief of the town of Meoqui two months ago, has been fatally shot by suspected hitmen working for narcotics traffickers while on her way to work on Nov. 29, officials said. García, 38, headed the 90-member police force in Meoqui, about 70 kilometers (43 miles) from Chihuahua city, the state capital of Chihuahua. García was discovered in her car about 10 kilometers (six miles) from the town’s center, according to the Attorney General’s Office. Officials suspect narcotics traffickers played a role in her killing since García’s previous work experience included a stint as an investigator for the Federal Attorney General’s Office, officials said, according to CNN. García, who was single, had no children, officials said. BOGOTÁ, Colombia – Narcotics enforcement agents partnered with the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration to seize 88.2 pounds of heroin and arrest 12 suspected members of an organization that allegedly trafficked the narcotic into the United States, officials said. The confiscation and apprehensions occurred during numerous raids in five departments on Nov. 28, according to the National Police’s drug enforcement division. The narcotic had a street value in excess of US$6 million, police said. Mexico: José Alfredo Landa arrested By Dialogo December 02, 2010 RIO DE JANEIRO, Brazil – Police confiscated 40 tons of marijuana and 660 pounds of cocaine during a massive raid in the slums of Complexo do Alemão and Vila Cruzeiro on Nov. 28, officials said. “The military police alone seized 20 tons. The rest was done by the civil police [unit and other security forces that took part in the raid], a spokesman for Rio de Janeiro state’s Security Secretariat said, according to Agence France-Presse. One hundred twenty-four were arrested, 148 were detained and 51 died during the operation, which was carried out to suppress an uprising by drug-trafficking gangs, according to a statement released by Brazilian authorities on Nov. 30. “It is first time in Rio de Janeiro’s history that we have been able to seize this volume of illicit material and weapons in a single police raid,” said Marcos Maia, coordinator of police special forces. Police have launched a manhunt for hundreds of suspected narcotics traffickers suspected of hiding in the slums. Police loaded the narcotics into numerous vehicles on the streets of Grota, one of 15 slums that comprise Complexo do Alemão. Law enforcement officials also seized hundreds of motorcycles, 15 vehicles and an array of weapons that included handguns and military-grade rifles. “We will do whatever it takes so that the good guys defeat those who prefer to live lives of crime,” President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva told reporters earlier this week. MEXICO CITY – José Alfredo Landa Torres, who is the suspected leader of the La Familia cartel’s operations in Morelia, the Michoacán state capital, has been apprehended, officials said. Landa, known as “El Flaco,” 37, and three other suspects were apprehended after police surrounded a residence outside the city on Nov. 29, said Ramón Pequeño, the chief of the Federal Police’s counter-narcotics division, according to The Associated Press. Pequeño said Landa was found in possession of more than two dozen property titles and other documents that he allegedly was using to extort homeowners. Landa recently made news when he said La Familia would disband if the government could improve the town’s overall safety. Landa made his offer to government officials by leaving letters on the streets and emailing his proposition to journalists. La Familia, which officials have said is the nation’s primary trafficker of methamphetamine, gained nationwide attention four years ago when it tossed severed heads into a nightclub in the city of Uruapan in the state of Michoacán. President Felipe Calderón responded by deploying thousands of military personnel to the state. La Familia has engaged in numerous gunfights with law enforcement agents, including an ambush this past June during which the cartel killed 12 Federal Police officers.