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Eat: New York Dals

Written By Unknown on Jumat, 30 November 2012 | 18.37

Sam Kaplan for The New York Times. Food stylist: Brett Kurzweil. Prop stylist: Randi Brookman Harris.

It is not that I've never cooked dal, the family of Indian legume dishes that is a staple for the hundreds of millions of vegetarians of India, as well as who knows how many millions of omnivores; it's just that I've never cooked it especially well. I realized this when I first visited northern India about 10 years ago and — even in a Sikh langar, a canteen where food is free for all — ate dal that was infinitely tastier than my own.

Part of that, probably, was the thrill of eating food where it belongs, and part of it was that many dals contain unconscionable amounts of ghee, a form of clarified butter. (Western Europe is not the only part of the world where cooks have recognized that butter makes many things taste much better.)

But part of it was some lack of feel for making dal, a kind of ignorance that I couldn't overcome simply by experimenting or following cookbooks. As legumes have become a more important part of my cooking, I decided that my dal problem needed to be remedied. I turned to Julie Sahni.

Sahni is an architect by training, but while teaching Indian cooking on the side, she was "discovered" in 1974 and written about in The Times by Florence Fabricant. Her first two books, published over the next decade — "Classic Indian Cooking" and "Classic Indian Vegetarian and Grain Cooking" — were instrumental in helping me gain a foothold in that cuisine, and I was thrilled to meet her in 1988 when she wrote an article for Cook's magazine while I was editor there. We've been friends since, and according to her, I've been threatening to make her teach me how to cook dal for most of that time.

We finally got together this fall, first on neutral ground at a cooking school and shop called Haven's Kitchen in Manhattan, where we taped a video, and later at her Brooklyn apartment. For me, these were — on an obviously small scale — life-changing events.

I learned that there are three or four things to know in cooking dal. One is that although you can cook any beans using these techniques and spices, you're not likely to get the ideal consistency unless you shop for Indian legumes. (Sahni recommends that New Yorkers shop at Foods of India in Manhattan or Patel Brothers in Queens, but almost any Indian food market sells legumes.)

Dal is sometimes made with whole beans (or lentils, or dried peas, but I'll use the word "legumes" to include all of these), but they tend to be smaller than their North American relatives. They are also often peeled and split. This means they cook faster — half an hour is generally long enough to make many dals — and break down quickly.

That texture is enhanced by a mathani, a kind of wooden beater or churner reminiscent of the molinillo used to froth Mexican hot chocolate. A mathani is fun to use — you rub the dowel end between your palms to twirl the action end in the dal, semi-puréeing it — but a whisk works pretty well, too, as might a molinillo, for that matter.

The texture can be adjusted to your preference, and made quite thin and soupy or very thick, but it's almost always semi-puréed with the mathani and therefore a bit creamy. You're not going to get authentic dal texture by simply cooking a pot of ordinary chickpeas with Indian spices.

But flavor is no less important: each of the recipes here is seasoned differently from the start, and if you want to be traditional, you will follow them to the letter. This isn't a problem with a decently stocked spice cabinet. (You can get all the spices you need at the markets mentioned above or at sites like penzeys.com.)

You should also carefully follow instructions for the tadka — heated ghee or oil and spices. The tadka is the finishing touch, unparalleled in its brilliance and simplicity, and pairing the correct tadka with its designated dal is if not critical then at least desirable. To make it, you take ghee or what's now called "vegetable ghee" (you can call this "oil," because that's what it is) and heat it with seeds, spices and, usually, some kind of onions, often to a degree that other cuisines might consider "overcooked." The tadka is poured into the dal just before serving, and the whole thing explodes with fragrance and flavor.

I cooked these four recipes with Sahni, and then I went shopping and went home and cooked them again. The results were consistent: most of the dals cooked quickly and reliably, and I used my mathanito make them creamy. The called-for spicing was accurate (and delicious), and the tadkas put them over the top. I even started carrying little bags of legumes and spices with me, began cooking them in friends' kitchens and — as is typical for me — began to ignore the recipes.

Yesterday — not at home, so I was at a disadvantage, pantrywise — I cooked chana dal (a small, peeled split chickpea) with an onion, a cinnamon stick, a small piece of nutmeg and some coriander seeds; I used a whisk because I'd left my trusty mathani at home. For the tadka, I heated safflower oil with mustard seeds and a few cloves; when the seeds popped, I cooked slivered garlic in there until it was quite brown and poured the whole thing on top. I served this to a small crowd of six, over brown rice and garnished with cilantro. Everyone was happy.

In a way, what I did was traditional: I used the right dal; I paid attention to texture; I made a tadka. I suppose a staunch traditionalist might say it was an abomination: my spicing was all over the place and possibly all wrong. (I did not consult Sahni before cooking and take full responsibility for my heretical actions.) Nevertheless, the results were pleasing to everyone, and it seemed like "real" dal to all of us. I'm pleased to report that I think I'm making real progress.


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Can a Jellyfish Unlock the Secret of Immortality?

Takashi Murai

The "immortal jellyfish" can transform itself back into a polyp and begin life anew.

After more than 4,000 years — almost since the dawn of recorded time, when Utnapishtim told Gilgamesh that the secret to immortality lay in a coral found on the ocean floor — man finally discovered eternal life in 1988. He found it, in fact, on the ocean floor. The discovery was made unwittingly by Christian Sommer, a German marine-biology student in his early 20s. He was spending the summer in Rapallo, a small city on the Italian Riviera, where exactly one century earlier Friedrich Nietzsche conceived "Thus Spoke Zarathustra": "Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again. . . ."

Yoshihiko Ueda for The New York Times

Shin Kubota at Kyoto University's Seto Marine Biological Laboratory.

Sommer was conducting research on hydrozoans, small invertebrates that, depending on their stage in the life cycle, resemble either a jellyfish or a soft coral. Every morning, Sommer went snorkeling in the turquoise water off the cliffs of Portofino. He scanned the ocean floor for hydrozoans, gathering them with plankton nets. Among the hundreds of organisms he collected was a tiny, relatively obscure species known to biologists as Turritopsis dohrnii. Today it is more commonly known as the immortal jellyfish.

Sommer kept his hydrozoans in petri dishes and observed their reproduction habits. After several days he noticed that his Turritopsis dohrnii was behaving in a very peculiar manner, for which he could hypothesize no earthly explanation. Plainly speaking, it refused to die. It appeared to age in reverse, growing younger and younger until it reached its earliest stage of development, at which point it began its life cycle anew.

Sommer was baffled by this development but didn't immediately grasp its significance. (It was nearly a decade before the word "immortal" was first used to describe the species.) But several biologists in Genoa, fascinated by Sommer's finding, continued to study the species, and in 1996 they published a paper called "Reversing the Life Cycle." The scientists described how the species — at any stage of its development — could transform itself back to a polyp, the organism's earliest stage of life, "thus escaping death and achieving potential immortality." This finding appeared to debunk the most fundamental law of the natural world — you are born, and then you die.

One of the paper's authors, Ferdinando Boero, likened the Turritopsis to a butterfly that, instead of dying, turns back into a caterpillar. Another metaphor is a chicken that transforms into an egg, which gives birth to another chicken. The anthropomorphic analogy is that of an old man who grows younger and younger until he is again a fetus. For this reason Turritopsis dohrnii is often referred to as the Benjamin Button jellyfish.

Yet the publication of "Reversing the Life Cycle" barely registered outside the academic world. You might expect that, having learned of the existence of immortal life, man would dedicate colossal resources to learning how the immortal jellyfish performs its trick. You might expect that biotech multinationals would vie to copyright its genome; that a vast coalition of research scientists would seek to determine the mechanisms by which its cells aged in reverse; that pharmaceutical firms would try to appropriate its lessons for the purposes of human medicine; that governments would broker international accords to govern the future use of rejuvenating technology. But none of this happened.

Some progress has been made, however, in the quarter-century since Christian Sommer's discovery. We now know, for instance, that the rejuvenation of Turritopsis dohrnii and some other members of the genus is caused by environmental stress or physical assault. We know that, during rejuvenation, it undergoes cellular transdifferentiation, an unusual process by which one type of cell is converted into another — a skin cell into a nerve cell, for instance. (The same process occurs in human stem cells.) We also know that, in recent decades, the immortal jellyfish has rapidly spread throughout the world's oceans in what Maria Pia Miglietta, a biology professor at Notre Dame, calls "a silent invasion." The jellyfish has been "hitchhiking" on cargo ships that use seawater for ballast. Turritopsis has now been observed not only in the Mediterranean but also off the coasts of Panama, Spain, Florida and Japan. The jellyfish seems able to survive, and proliferate, in every ocean in the world. It is possible to imagine a distant future in which most other species of life are extinct but the ocean will consist overwhelmingly of immortal jellyfish, a great gelatin consciousness everlasting.

Nathaniel Rich is an author whose second novel, ''Odds Against Tomorrow,'' will be published in April.

Editor: Jon Kelly

This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:

Correction: November 29, 2012

An earlier version of this article misstated the title of Charles Darwin's classic book on the subject of evolution. It is "On The Origin of Species," not "On the Origin of the Species."


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The Autism Advantage

Joachim Ladefoged/VII, for The New York Times

Thorkil Sonne and his son Lars, who has autism, at home in Ringsted, Denmark.

When Thorkil Sonne and his wife, Annette, learned that their 3-year-old son, Lars, had autism, they did what any parent who has faith in reason and research would do: They started reading. At first they were relieved that so much was written on the topic. "Then came sadness," Annette says. Lars would have difficulty navigating the social world, they learned, and might never be completely independent. The bleak accounts of autistic adults who had to rely on their parents made them fear the future.

What they read, however, didn't square with the Lars they came home to every day. He was a happy, curious boy, and as he grew, he amazed them with his quirky and astonishing abilities. If his parents threw out a date — Dec. 20, 1997, say — he could name, almost instantly, the day of the week (Saturday). And, far more usefully for his family, who live near Copenhagen, Lars knew the train schedules of all of Denmark's major routes.

One day when Lars was 7, Thorkil Sonne was puttering around the house doing weekend chores while Lars sat on a wooden chair, hunched for hours over a sheet of paper, pencil in hand, sketching chubby rectangles and filling them with numerals in what seemed to represent a rough outline of Europe. The family had recently gone on a long car trip from Scotland to Germany, and Lars passed the time in the back seat studying a road atlas. Sonne walked over to a low shelf in the living room, pulled out the atlas and opened it up. The table of contents was presented as a map of the continent, with page numbers listed in boxes over the various countries (the fjords of Norway, Pages 34-35; Ireland, Pages 76-77). Thorkil returned to Lars's side. He slid a finger along the atlas, moving from box to box, comparing the source with his son's copy. Every number matched. Lars had reproduced the entire spread, from memory, without an error. "I was stunned, absolutely," Sonne told me.

To his father, Lars seemed less defined by deficits than by his unusual skills. And those skills, like intense focus and careful execution, were exactly the ones that Sonne, who was the technical director at a spinoff of TDC, Denmark's largest telecommunications company, often looked for in his own employees. Sonne did not consider himself an entrepreneurial type, but watching Lars — and hearing similar stories from parents he met volunteering with an autism organization — he slowly conceived a business plan: many companies struggle to find workers who can perform specific, often tedious tasks, like data entry or software testing; some autistic people would be exceptionally good at those tasks. So in 2003, Sonne quit his job, mortgaged the family's home, took a two-day accounting course and started a company called Specialisterne, Danish for "the specialists," on the theory that, given the right environment, an autistic adult could not just hold down a job but also be the best person for it.

For nearly a decade, the company has been modest in size — it employs 35 high-functioning autistic workers who are hired out as consultants, as they are called, to 19 companies in Denmark — but it has grand ambitions. In Europe, Sonne is a minor celebrity who has met with Danish and Belgian royalty, and at the World Economic Forum meeting in Tianjin in September, he was named one of 26 winners of a global social entrepreneurship award. Specialisterne has inspired start-ups and has five of its own, around the world. In the next few months, Sonne plans to move with his family to the United States, where the number of autistic adults — roughly 50,000 turn 18 every year — as well as a large technology sector suggests a good market for expansion.

"He has made me think about this differently, that these individuals can be a part of our business and our plans," says Ernie Dianastasis, a managing director of CAI, an information-technology company that has agreed to work with Specialisterne to find jobs for autistic software testers in the United States.

For previously unemployable people — one recent study found that more than half of Americans with an autism diagnosis do not attend college or find jobs within two years of graduating from high school — Sonne's idea holds out the possibility of self-sufficiency. He has received countless letters of thanks and encouragement from the families of autistic people. One woman in Hawaii wrote Sonne asking if she could move her family to Denmark so that her unemployed autistic son could join the Specialisterne team.

I first met Sonne, who is 52, in Delaware at a small conference he organized for parents and government officials who want to help him set up American operations over the coming year. He stood before them, sipping a cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee, speaking enthusiastically of his "dandelion model": when dandelions pop up in a lawn, we call them weeds, he said, but the spring greens can also make a tasty salad. A similar thing can be said of autistic people — that apparent weaknesses (bluntness and obsessiveness, say) can also be marketable strengths (directness, attention to detail). "Every one of us has the power to decide," he said to the audience, "do we see a weed, or do we see an herb?"


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The 6th Floor Blog: From Print to Music Making

Written By Unknown on Kamis, 29 November 2012 | 18.37

Last night, Dan Kaufman, a research editor here and the author of an article in May about Wisconsin politics, performed at Le Poisson Rouge with his band, Barbez. Gabrielle Plucknette, a member of the photo department, was there to document the occasion.

Dan isn't the only musical performer at the magazine. Bill Ferguson, one of our copy editors, played the Mercury Lounge last month as a member of Lotion, which The Wall Street Journal has called "the can't-miss band that ruled the Lower East Side in the early '90s." Rob Hoerburger, the chief of the copy department, plays alt-cabaret style piano with his band Flipside71. And Alfonso Velez, an assistant in the design department, performs regularly as a singer with his art-rock quartet, AV.

If all of them ever take the stage together, we'll make sure Gabrielle is present with camera in hand.


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Oliver Stone Rewrites History — Again

Richard Burbridge for The New York Times

"Come on, that's such a canard, you know that," Oliver Stone said. " 'The Greatest Generation?' That was the biggest publishing hoax of all. It's to sell books." This seemingly sacrosanct term was coined by Tom Brokaw for his 1998 book of the same title, in which he recounted the lives of ordinary, World War II-era Americans. "I was in Vietnam with the Greatest Generation. They were master sergeants, generals, colonels. They had arrogance beyond belief. The hubris that allowed Henry Kissinger to say North Vietnam is a fourth-rate power we will break. The hubris of that!"

Photograph from Oliver Stone

Stone as a G.I. in Vietnam in 1968. More Photos »

We were discussing Stone's latest project, a 10-part Showtime series and a 750-page companion volume called "The Untold History of the United States," which begins with World War I and ends with the first Obama administration. It's an Oliver Stone version of a History Channel documentary, one guaranteed to raise the ires of both left and right and where all roads lead to Vietnam. From where Stone sits, World War II begot the cold war, which landed us in Vietnam, a manifestation of American imperialism, which led inexorably to our current battle in Afghanistan. We have, Stone says, been sold a fairy tale masquerading as history, and it is so blinding it may ultimately undo us. "You have to understand what it was like to be a Roman empire and to find some barbarian tribe riding into Rome in 476 A.D.," Stone said. "It's quite a shock. And that's what will happen to us unless we change our attitude about what our role in the world is. Every story out of most newspapers is 'the Americans think this, the administration thinks this.' It's always about our controlling the pieces on the chessboard. I think what the Arabs have shown us is that we don't control the chess pieces. And this is a shock to many people. But it's definitely in 'The Greatest Generation.' And it's in Spielberg's World War II film, and it's in Ridley Scott's 'Black Hawk Down.' These are wonderful-looking films, but the message is perverted."

It was a late September morning, and Stone was sitting on the terrace of his hotel suite in San Sebastián, Spain, where his latest film, "Savages," was being screened as part of the city's 60-year-old film festival. The sun was peeking through some late-morning clouds, glinting off the river below, and Stone shielded his eyes with a pair of sunglasses that could have been part of Kevin Costner's wardrobe in "JFK." At a news conference he gave the day before, he suggested that the former Spanish president José María Aznar should be tried at The Hague on war-crimes charges for his participation in Bush's Coalition of the Willing during the Iraq War. The remark presumably only enhanced his status in San Sebastián, where he was presented with the Donostia, the festival's lifetime achievement award. Before the premiere of "Savages," Stone walked the red carpet with John Travolta and Benicio Del Toro, waiting, a bit impatiently, as Travolta, Bill Clinton-like, shook the hand of every fan reaching out to him from behind the barriers, kissed old ladies and posed for innumerable cellphone pictures; Stone shook some hands, too, but demurred when asked to kiss a small dog. "Allergies," he explained, pointing to his nose.

"Savages," based on a popular 2010 novel by Don Winslow about a couple of boutique marijuana growers who are drawn into battle with a brutal Mexican drug cartel, covers terrain that is near to Stone's heart. To promote the film, he appeared on the cover of High Times, puffing on a thick joint. I mentioned to Stone that the reporter who interviewed him for Playboy in 1987 later wrote that the drunkest he'd ever gotten was with Stone, in Southampton, where Stone was filming the beach house scene in "Wall Street." The reporter remembers several bottles of bourbon, and then little else until he woke the next morning, soaking wet. He'd passed out on the hotel lawn and was roused when the sprinklers started up. Stone chuckled. "That is funny," he said. "Because we've all had moments on lawns where we passed out. One time I was in the Bel-Air Hotel. I woke up in the bushes, and I couldn't find my way back. And my new wife was waiting. It was kind of a honeymoon. I remember stumbling in and her face when she saw me." Was the look on her face one of horror? I asked. "Well, it was like she was in for something with the marriage here," he said. This was his first wife, Najwa Sarkis, he clarified (he has been married to Sun-jung Jung, his third wife, since 1996).

This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:

Correction: November 26, 2012

An earlier version of this article misstated the name of the city in Spain where Oliver Stone's latest film "Savages" was screened. It was in San Sebastián, not St. Sebastián.


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Can a Jellyfish Unlock the Secret of Immortality?

Takashi Murai

The "immortal jellyfish" can transform itself back into a polyp and begin life anew.

After more than 4,000 years — almost since the dawn of recorded time, when Utnapishtim told Gilgamesh that the secret to immortality lay in a coral found on the ocean floor — man finally discovered eternal life in 1988. He found it, in fact, on the ocean floor. The discovery was made unwittingly by Christian Sommer, a German marine-biology student in his early 20s. He was spending the summer in Rapallo, a small city on the Italian Riviera, where exactly one century earlier Friedrich Nietzsche conceived "Thus Spoke Zarathustra": "Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again. . . ."

Yoshihiko Ueda for The New York Times

Shin Kubota at Kyoto University's Seto Marine Biological Laboratory.

Sommer was conducting research on hydrozoans, small invertebrates that, depending on their stage in the life cycle, resemble either a jellyfish or a soft coral. Every morning, Sommer went snorkeling in the turquoise water off the cliffs of Portofino. He scanned the ocean floor for hydrozoans, gathering them with plankton nets. Among the hundreds of organisms he collected was a tiny, relatively obscure species known to biologists as Turritopsis dohrnii. Today it is more commonly known as the immortal jellyfish.

Sommer kept his hydrozoans in petri dishes and observed their reproduction habits. After several days he noticed that his Turritopsis dohrnii was behaving in a very peculiar manner, for which he could hypothesize no earthly explanation. Plainly speaking, it refused to die. It appeared to age in reverse, growing younger and younger until it reached its earliest stage of development, at which point it began its life cycle anew.

Sommer was baffled by this development but didn't immediately grasp its significance. (It was nearly a decade before the word "immortal" was first used to describe the species.) But several biologists in Genoa, fascinated by Sommer's finding, continued to study the species, and in 1996 they published a paper called "Reversing the Life Cycle." The scientists described how the species — at any stage of its development — could transform itself back to a polyp, the organism's earliest stage of life, "thus escaping death and achieving potential immortality." This finding appeared to debunk the most fundamental law of the natural world — you are born, and then you die.

One of the paper's authors, Ferdinando Boero, likened the Turritopsis to a butterfly that, instead of dying, turns back into a caterpillar. Another metaphor is a chicken that transforms into an egg, which gives birth to another chicken. The anthropomorphic analogy is that of an old man who grows younger and younger until he is again a fetus. For this reason Turritopsis dohrnii is often referred to as the Benjamin Button jellyfish.

Yet the publication of "Reversing the Life Cycle" barely registered outside the academic world. You might expect that, having learned of the existence of immortal life, man would dedicate colossal resources to learning how the immortal jellyfish performs its trick. You might expect that biotech multinationals would vie to copyright its genome; that a vast coalition of research scientists would seek to determine the mechanisms by which its cells aged in reverse; that pharmaceutical firms would try to appropriate its lessons for the purposes of human medicine; that governments would broker international accords to govern the future use of rejuvenating technology. But none of this happened.

Some progress has been made, however, in the quarter-century since Christian Sommer's discovery. We now know, for instance, that the rejuvenation of Turritopsis dohrnii and some other members of the genus is caused by environmental stress or physical assault. We know that, during rejuvenation, it undergoes cellular transdifferentiation, an unusual process by which one type of cell is converted into another — a skin cell into a nerve cell, for instance. (The same process occurs in human stem cells.) We also know that, in recent decades, the immortal jellyfish has rapidly spread throughout the world's oceans in what Maria Pia Miglietta, a biology professor at Notre Dame, calls "a silent invasion." The jellyfish has been "hitchhiking" on cargo ships that use seawater for ballast. Turritopsis has now been observed not only in the Mediterranean but also off the coasts of Panama, Spain, Florida and Japan. The jellyfish seems able to survive, and proliferate, in every ocean in the world. It is possible to imagine a distant future in which most other species of life are extinct but the ocean will consist overwhelmingly of immortal jellyfish, a great gelatin consciousness everlasting.

Nathaniel Rich is an author whose second novel, ''Odds Against Tomorrow,'' will be published in April.

Editor: Jon Kelly


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The 6th Floor Blog: How to Read Like a Monkey Man

Written By Unknown on Rabu, 28 November 2012 | 18.38

Jon Mooallem is a contributing writer for the magazine. His last article was about an escaped macaque in Tampa Bay, who has since been caught.

Book I'm reading now:

"The Silent History," by Eli Horowitz, Russell Quinn, Matthew Derby and Kevin Moffett. It's a fictional oral history of a creepy epidemic of speechlessness: in the near future, children are born and grow up without any instinct for language. Doctors are stumped and unsettled. Parents are in agony. The cool, buzz-generating thing about "The Silent History" is that it's being published as a digital serial. The "book" is really an app: every day, I get another contribution to the oral history on my iPhone. Each entry advances the story just a little bit further. This will go on for a couple of months, I think, but you can start reading anytime, or wait and read lots of entries at once. You can also access bonus entries by standing with your phone in certain geographical locations. The technological dimension of the project is cool, and the execution is fantastic. But I'm hooked on the story itself.

Last book I loved:

"City," by Clifford D. Simak. I don't know much about science-fiction, but think this 1952 novel is considered a classic. A friend sent it to me last year, promising it would blow my mind. He told me something like: "It's a book about a civilization of talking dogs that inherits the Earth." So, of course, I never read it. Then, a couple of months ago, I did. It blew my mind! Yes, it's ridiculous and pretty poorly written. But the story unfolds over many millennia, and to be forced to think about society and evolution on such a long timescale is disorienting and thrilling; honestly, it changed the way I look at the world, even if I'm embarrassed to admit it. I can't even begin to describe the plot, but basically: humans teach dogs to talk. They also build robots which, after the humans depart for another planet, are employed by the dogs to do things dogs can't otherwise do. (The dogs are intelligent, but are limited by their lack of opposable thumbs.) Ultimately it's the ants who develop the superior technologies, though. I never saw the ants coming!

Unread book on my nightstand that gnaws at my conscience:

"Mockingjay," by Suzanne Collins. The third Hunger Games book. I read the first Hunger Games book right after I read "City," the book about talking dogs. Something had come over me; I was starting to picture myself as being a completely different, more eclectic kind of reader than I'd ever been before: no boundaries, no snootiness, no making syllabi for myself in my head. I loved the first Hunger Games book. And it felt good to love it. But somewhere toward the end of the second book, all the dystopian bloodsport started to fall away for me, and it became clear that I was actually just reading a young-adult novel about a moody teenage gal in a love triangle. I tried to read the third book, but couldn't. So the third book gnaws on my conscience because I'm a completist by nature — a finisher of trilogies. But it also gnaws on my conscience because it makes me feel ashamed, retroactively, about how much time I spent on the first two books. Who was I back then, tearing through the Hunger Games? Was I actually happy? Was I more free — like, as a human being? I don't know. But I'm not sure I'll ever be that guy again.

Three books in my field that I recommend:

For the last two years, I've been writing a book about people and wildlife in America called "Wild Ones," so I'll recommend some books on that front:

"Flight Maps," by Jennifer Price, is a collection of hard-to-sum-up, mesmerizing essays. She's trying to reinvent nature writing for our post-nature world. A key fact from this book: the "ratio of plastic to real flamingos in the United States is 700 to 1."

"The Big Oyster," by Mark Kurlansky, is a short, brilliant book about the decline of oysters in New York City's waterways and, more broadly, about how the city increasingly fouled up, and became cut off from, the natural world surrounding it.

"A Whale Hunt," by one of my favorite writers, Robert Sullivan, tells the story of a Native American tribe in Washington state relearning to hunt whales. It's one of the books that made me want to do journalism. I love Sullivan's sincerity, his curiosity, his eye for off-beat, humanizing details. And I love the tangents he's willing to go on, like the one about how, in 1843, Herman Melville took a job at a Honolulu bowling alley, setting up pins: "The job was somewhat controversial given that American missionaries considered bowling somewhat indecent at the time."

One book I would recommend to anyone:

"The Men Who Stare at Goats," by Jon Ronson. Fun, stunning and all true. I still can't believe it's all true.


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The One-Page Magazine: Obama’s Ticking Clock

THE BIG PROFILE: CHRIS CORNELL

By Dave Itzkoff

Over the years, Chris Cornell has learned to keep his growly, grungy singing voice in top condition. "Obviously, don't do anything stupid that's destructive," says the frontman of Soundgarden, which has reunited and released a new album, "King Animal." "But also, don't worry about it." Take the example of Tom Waits, Cornell says: "A voice is an instrument — create something that's inspired with that instrument. His has done a lot of weird things, but whatever it's doing, he seems to make an amazing painting out of it."

THE MEH LIST

By Samantha Henig

Cyber Monday

Merino wool

''Hyde Park on the Hudson''

Provolone

Photos of topless men

The San Diego ChargersPodcasts*

Additional reporting and user experience by Libby Gery

* Submitted via #mehlist by @james_smits

GIRL TALK

By Jessica Gross

According to a recent study in the journal Sex Roles, the ratio of male to female pronouns in U.S. literature tracks the rise in women's cultural status. In the mid-'60s, there were 4.5 male pronouns for every female one. Now it's 2 to 1. "There's big progress," the study's author, Jean Twenge, says. Her thoughts on that he/she construction? "It's awkward, but it is egalitarian."

AND SO IT GOES

By Maud Newton

In a new collection of his letters, Kurt Vonnegut turns his roving wit on even his own mental health. Was admitting to seeing a psychotherapist for writer's block akin to "saying, 'We don't have any kids yet, but brother, you should see us try'?" he wondered in 1953. Years later he pondered the unlikelihood of consulting a shrink named O'Connell. "Oh, well," he concluded, "only a Catholic could find my atheism interesting."

WASHINGTON MONUMENTS: IS THIS OVER YET?

By Matt Bai

In theory, a re-elected president gets four more years. But not really. You spend the first six months after an election breaking in a new cabinet and leadership team. By then, you're only a year or so from the midterm elections, which are followed by the start of the next presidential cycle. All of which means a second-term president has only a matter of months, really, to command the conversation. But hey, no pressure.

WHAT I'M DRINKING NOW

By Mario Batali

Around Thanksgiving, I want a cranberry ginger Collins. I fill a Collins glass with ice, add a jigger of gin and squeeze in half a lime. I make a simple syrup with a nob of thinly sliced ginger and then roll wet cranberries in sugar and pop them in the freezer. When they're cold, I toss in 5 or 6, add 1 tablespoon of the ginger syrup and fill with Schweppes bitter lemon.

LEGS OF STEEL

By Hope Reeves

Jiangsu Province's new Gate to the East is composed of two 74-story office towers merging into each other. The building was designed to echo the Arc de Triomphe, but it instead resembles a pair of low-rise jeans. After a local blogger complained that walking through the structure would be like crawling "between someone else's legs," a Shanghai Daily headline earnestly asked, "Is It an Arch or Just Plain Pants?"

THAT SHOULD BE A WORD

By Lizzie Skurnick

(FLAG-UH-KNEE), n.

1. Guilt over an unanswered e-mail. "Consumed with flagony, Jin stared again at her college roommate's lengthy update." See also: sendriloquist (avid forwarder); e-mass (store e-mails in in-box).

JUDGE JOHN HODGMAN RULES

By John Hodgman

SHANNON WRITES: My husband and I feel entitled to unrestricted access to our children's leftover Halloween candy. Our children feel that since they do all legwork, they hold sole distribution rights. Your judgment is requested. I generally find it important to remind children that they are serfs. Though they may work your land, everything upon it is technically your property, down to the tiniest Lego brick. That said, you do not wish to raise slaves (or Tea Party recruits). Halloween is a form of entrepreneurial training, and to confiscate the fruits of their labor without limit is predatory. You may take one piece of candy in symbolic tribute to the roads and infrastructure they did not build; but even then, keep it to a Bit-O-Honey, or else you risk an uprising.

Listen to the podcast and submit questions for adjudication to www.maximumfun.org/jjho

A ONE-SENTENCE BOOK REVIEW

By Tyler Cowen

"The Dawn of Innovation," by Charles R. Morris: The early 19th century as a pep talk for today.

 

HOW TO CELEBRATE THE HOLIDAYS

By Mike Huckabee

On Christmas Eve, we go to the service at our church, and when it's over, we go out for Chinese food. When everything in your world is changing and always being rearranged, it's nice to have something that has a constant value. As told to Spencer Bailey


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The 6th Floor Blog: Matt Damon and Gus Van Sant. Tonight. Right Here. On the Blog.

Hugo Lindgren, the editor of the magazine, is interviewing the director Gus Van Sant and the actor Matt Damon (you can tell he is an actor by the way that he is acting in the magazine's "14 Actors Acting" package) about their third film together, "Promised Land." They are joined by John Krasinski, who co-stars in the film, which he and Damon wrote together. The sold-out event is taking place in the TimesCenter in Manhattan, starting at 7:15, but you can watch it right here on the 6th Floor blog.


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Design: Who Made That Emoticon?

Written By Unknown on Selasa, 27 November 2012 | 18.37

 

"The first line of my obituary is going to mention the smiley face," says Scott Fahlman, who would rather be remembered for his research into artificial intelligence. But like it or not, Fahlman has become famous for three keystrokes. In 1982, as a young professor at Carnegie Mellon University, he realized the need for a symbol to temper the bickering that plagued online forums. The Internet was just a baby then, and yet already flame wars raged. Fahlman decided that a smiley face could be useful as a "joke marker" (as he called it) to take the sting out of mocking statements or pranks. And so he hunted around the keyboard for a way to make the face. "But what do you use for eyes?" he wondered. Once he found the colon, the rest was easy. He dashed his suggestion off to friends. "I didn't even proofread the message," he says.

The emoticon — perhaps one of the first online memes — spread to other campuses, hitching a ride in e-mails. And as the Web expanded in the '90s, so, too, did the colon-hyphen-parenthesis. "Wherever the Internet went, the smiley face was there within weeks," Fahlman says. The symbol has endured because it's a quick way to soothe hurt feelings or express joy. But Fahlman still hears complaints that it is a hallmark of lazy writing. His critics tend to raise questions like "Would Shakespeare have used a smiley face?" Yes, Fahlman says, if Shakespeare were around today, thumb-tapping a screed "about parking at the Globe Theater, he might say something intemperate. And then he might think twice about it and want to use an emoticon."


FACE VALUE

Tyler Schnoebelen, who has a Ph.D. in linguistics, analyzed millions of Twitter messages to understand how people use emoticons.

You found that about 10 percent of the tweets in your sample had emoticons in them. Why so many? In a full paragraph, you might be able to express how you're feeling. But it becomes harder in a tweet, where you only have a few words.

What is the difference between people who use :-) and people who use :) ? The people who use :) follow a younger set of celebrities. They swear more, and they use spellings like "sooooo" and "loooove."

What about ;) ? Is it a flirt? Yes, we can assume that. It tends to appear near words like "horny," "attractive," "hot" and "dirty." It doesn't occur near words like "pleasant" or "irritated." The world of ;) is sexy.

Do you use emoticons? Actually, yes, I've become a connoisseur of them. I love the :))) — it's like saying "I'm soooooooo happy." But I don't personally use that emoticon, because to me it looks like someone with multiple chins. And over the last year, I've been using the ;) a lot.

So now that you've finished this research on the emoticon, you're ;)-ing a lot? Yes, now I do more flirting.

THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE?

Western-style emoticons often read from left to right, as "sideways faces." Japanese thumb-typists, meanwhile, have invented their own system.

m(_ _)m

Bowing down in apology

(>_<)

Ouch!

(9_9)

Tired

d(-_-)b

Wearing headphones

(;_;)

Crying

(=_=)

Bored

(^_-)

Winking


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The Hard Life of an N.F.L. Long Shot

Christaan Felber for The New York Times

Pat Schiller

Click the links in this article to launch multimedia extras including game highlights, video interviews and additional photographs.

Christaan Felber for The New York Times

Pat Schiller, center, stretches during a workout at the Atlanta Falcons' practice field in Flowery Branch, Ga.

Last April 28, a splendid spring Saturday that fairly begged you to be outdoors, I spent all afternoon in front of my living-room TV, anxiously watching the last day of the annual N.F.L. draft, live from Radio City Music Hall. As big a football fan as I am, I had never seen any part of a draft, to say nothing of its final four rounds, which are a roughly seven-hour marathon that lasts until sundown. And yet, on that day, I sat riveted.

I had in front of me what's known as a Draft Scout Player Profile: a starkly efficient, computerized summation of every draftable player's past prowess and future prospects. I, however, was interested in only one, my nephew, my younger sister's son. His specs were, of course, familiar to me. But somehow the officious, bare-bones alignment on my computer screen — in categories befitting a prize steer at auction — rendered him a complete stranger. And a rather impressive one at that.

Name: Pat Schiller. Number: 53. Position: Outside linebacker. Height: 6-foot-1. Weight: 234. College: Northern Illinois. Under "Pro Day Results" — his audition, essentially, before several N.F.L. scouts at the DeKalb campus of Northern Illinois University earlier in March — were 22 bench presses of 225 pounds, a 35-inch vertical leap and, for a linebacker, a head-turning 4.65 seconds in the 40-yard dash. Under his "Draft Scout Snapshot" was a link to game-highlight footage: a rapid-fire sequence of heat-seeking-missile launches into ball carriers; the all-out, "high-motor" mode of play that garnered No. 53 a team-leading 115 tackles in his senior year, along with second-team All Mid-American Conference and Northern Illinois's Linebacker of the Year honors. As for Pat's "Projected Round," there was, after the word "stock," a bright red, upward-pointing arrow, followed by the words "shot late."

Some 800 miles west, meanwhile, in a two-story modern colonial on a neatly etched cul-de-sac in the western Chicago suburb Geneva, Pat lay on the living-room carpet, holding his golden retriever, Champ. Around the TV with him was his immediate family: his father, also named Pat, a longtime excavation contractor as well as an accomplished pianist and songwriter in the Billy Joel mode, with a couple CDs to his credit and a No. 6 single on a 2004 adult-contemporary-music radio chart; Pat's mother, my younger sister, Cathy, a doctor's medical assistant; my niece, Stephanie, a classically trained vocalist who now works in the admissions office at Northern Illinois University, her alma mater as well; and her fiancé, Michael. My nephew, my sister had told me, wanted to keep things low-key, wanted to avoid the roomful of slack faces and well-meaning condolences should things not go as hoped.

He was, in a sense, already chosen. Of the 80,000 or so who play college football every year, no more than 1,500 are even scouted by pro teams. On average about 300 of those players will be invited to show their stuff at the weeklong N.F.L. scouting combine held every February at Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis. Hundreds more will perform at regional combines or at their college team's pro days. Among the heads Pat turned was that of Ran Carthon, son of the New York Giants fullback Maurice Carthon. Ran Carthon was also a former N.F.L. running back before becoming a scout for the Atlanta Falcons. The Falcons called Pat four times in the previous week alone, the final call coming that Saturday morning.

"Stay by your phone for Rounds 6 and 7," he was told.

What followed was a slow-motion combo to the gut. The Falcons' sixth-round pick went to Charles Mitchell, a safety out of Mississippi State. In Round 7, they took Travian Robertson, a defensive tackle from the University of South Carolina. Four picks later, the Indianapolis Colts took as the draft's last selection Chandler Harnish, the quarterback at Northern Illinois and my nephew's close friend and college housemate.

"The room went kind of quiet," Pat told me. "There was like this skipped heartbeat. And then the waiting started all over again."

Charles Siebert is a contributing writer and the author, most recently, of "Rough Beasts: The Zanesville Massacre, One Year Later."

Editor: Ilena Silverman

Videos by Kassie Bracken. College highlight reel via YouTube. Additional video footage: The Schiller Family. College photos: Jerry Burnes/Northern Star. Family photos: The Schiller Family. Additional photographs: AP; Getty.


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Eureka: The Wild Life of American Cities

Illustration by Sara Cwynar

One of America's hottest cities and one of its coldest may have more in common than you would guess. In places like Phoenix and Minneapolis, scientists think that cities are starting to look alike in ways that have nothing to do with the proliferation of Starbucks, WalMart or T.G.I Fridays. It has to do with the flowers we plant and the fertilizers we use and the choices we make every spring when we emerge from our apartments and homes and descend on local garden centers.

"Americans just have some certain preferences for the way residential settlements ought to look," Peter Groffman, a microbial ecologist with the Cary Institute of Ecosystem Studies in Millbrook, N.Y., recently told me. Over the course of the last century, we've developed those preferences and started applying them to a wide variety of natural landscapes, shifting all places — whether desert, forest or prairie — closer to the norm. Since the 1950s, for example, Phoenix has been remade into a much wetter place that more closely resembles the pond-dotted ecosystem of the Northeast. Sharon Hall, an associate professor in the School of Life Sciences at Arizona State University, said, "The Phoenix metro area contains on the order of 1,000 lakes today, when previously there were none." Meanwhile, naturally moist Minneapolis is becoming drier as developers fill in wetlands.

In the Twin Cities, scientists have found distinct differences between the plants that grow in urban neighborhoods and those that grow in more rural settings. This doesn't mean that in one place there are lots of potted geraniums and in another there are native tallgrass prairies. Rather, it turns out that what grows wild in the city is very different from what grows wild just a few miles away. Researchers from the University of Minnesota surveyed 137 yards in Minneapolis and St. Paul, looking at the plants that grew there spontaneously, and found that the yards held more exotic species than rural areas outside the city. Plants that came from much warmer climates were able to thrive there because cities, filled with heat-absorbing buildings and hard surfaces, are warmer than rural areas. They also found that the urban plants were more likely to be able to fertilize themselves, which was important in a place where growing spaces were separated by fences, streets and sidewalks. If you can't find another member of your species, it's handy to be able to breed with yourself.

Why does any of this matter to anyone who's not an urban ecologist? "If 20 percent of urban areas are covered with impervious surfaces," says Groffman, "then that also means that 80 percent is natural surface." Whatever is going on in that 80 percent of the country's urban space — as Groffman puts it, "the natural processes happening in neighborhoods" — has a large, cumulative ecological effect.

Scientists studying the function of urban ecosystems are developing theories of what they refer to as ecological homogenization. Places like Baltimore, Minneapolis and Phoenix appear to be becoming more like one another ecologically than they are like the wild environments around them. Groffman and Hall are currently part of a huge, four-year project financed by the National Science Foundation to compare urban ecology in six major urban centers — Boston, Baltimore, Minneapolis, Miami, Phoenix and Los Angeles. The purpose of the study is to determine how much cities are homogenizing and to create a portrait of the continentwide implications of individual decisions we make about our backyards.

As damaging as urbanization can be to its immediate environs, city living, on the whole, is greener than living in the suburbs. In fact, some ecosystems created by humans might offer us a tool to fight climate change, which brings us back to the Valley of the Sun. According to Hall, the most common "lawn" in Phoenix is what's called a "xeriscape," a desertlike environment with native, drought-tolerant plants and rock "mulch." Superficially, xeriscapes look a lot like the desert that surrounds the city, and they have come to replace many of the green lawns that were kept alive by massive consumption of water. But because xeriscapes are a product of human planning and maintenance, their ecosystems are much different from the surrounding desert.

But different in a better way. Hall and her team found that xeriscapes and the patches of desert preserved as parks within the city store more carbon in their soils than do wild desert. As a result of fertilization and consistent watering, a xeriscape's soil contains levels of organic materials and plant nutrients that are more similar to what you would find in a lawn than in the desert. That makes a big difference to the microbes that live there, which affect a patch of ground's carbon-absorbing capabilities.

Homeowner associations, which exist to protect property values in residential communities by enforcing regulations on things like color schemes and holiday decorations, were slow to accept the ecological benefits of xeriscaping, for aesthetic reasons — a house with a well-maintained front lawn means one thing, but we don't have any associations to make from a front xeriscape, no matter how well maintained. Ecological homogeneity, perhaps not surprisingly, is reinforced by some of the same mechanisms that make our built environment so bland.

As attitudes change, though, it's possible that xeriscaping could prove to be one instance of human meddling that offers substantial benefits to the environment. Groffman and others think that the ecosystems created within a city like Phoenix might increase the amount of carbon stored in naturally dry places enough that it more than makes up for any decrease caused by development that extends into, say, the forested areas of Minnesota. This isn't an argument for some kind of carbon-swapping arrangement between the Sun Belt and the rest of the nation, but it does lead to the strange realization that a sprawling metropolis built in a desert might actually offer a path toward something like sustainability.


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The One-Page Magazine: Obama’s Ticking Clock

Written By Unknown on Senin, 26 November 2012 | 18.38

THE BIG PROFILE: CHRIS CORNELL

By Dave Itzkoff

Over the years, Chris Cornell has learned to keep his growly, grungy singing voice in top condition. "Obviously, don't do anything stupid that's destructive," says the frontman of Soundgarden, which has reunited and released a new album, "King Animal." "But also, don't worry about it." Take the example of Tom Waits, Cornell says: "A voice is an instrument — create something that's inspired with that instrument. His has done a lot of weird things, but whatever it's doing, he seems to make an amazing painting out of it."

THE MEH LIST

By Samantha Henig

Cyber Monday

Merino wool

''Hyde Park on the Hudson''

Provolone

Photos of topless men

The San Diego ChargersPodcasts*

Additional reporting and user experience by Libby Gery

* Submitted via #mehlist by @james_smits

GIRL TALK

By Jessica Gross

According to a recent study in the journal Sex Roles, the ratio of male to female pronouns in U.S. literature tracks the rise in women's cultural status. In the mid-'60s, there were 4.5 male pronouns for every female one. Now it's 2 to 1. "There's big progress," the study's author, Jean Twenge, says. Her thoughts on that he/she construction? "It's awkward, but it is egalitarian."

AND SO IT GOES

By Maud Newton

In a new collection of his letters, Kurt Vonnegut turns his roving wit on even his own mental health. Was admitting to seeing a psychotherapist for writer's block akin to "saying, 'We don't have any kids yet, but brother, you should see us try'?" he wondered in 1953. Years later he pondered the unlikelihood of consulting a shrink named O'Connell. "Oh, well," he concluded, "only a Catholic could find my atheism interesting."

WASHINGTON MONUMENTS: IS THIS OVER YET?

By Matt Bai

In theory, a re-elected president gets four more years. But not really. You spend the first six months after an election breaking in a new cabinet and leadership team. By then, you're only a year or so from the midterm elections, which are followed by the start of the next presidential cycle. All of which means a second-term president has only a matter of months, really, to command the conversation. But hey, no pressure.

WHAT I'M DRINKING NOW

By Mario Batali

Around Thanksgiving, I want a cranberry ginger Collins. I fill a Collins glass with ice, add a jigger of gin and squeeze in half a lime. I make a simple syrup with a nob of thinly sliced ginger and then roll wet cranberries in sugar and pop them in the freezer. When they're cold, I toss in 5 or 6, add 1 tablespoon of the ginger syrup and fill with Schweppes bitter lemon.

LEGS OF STEEL

By Hope Reeves

Jiangsu Province's new Gate to the East is composed of two 74-story office towers merging into each other. The building was designed to echo the Arc de Triomphe, but it instead resembles a pair of low-rise jeans. After a local blogger complained that walking through the structure would be like crawling "between someone else's legs," a Shanghai Daily headline earnestly asked, "Is It an Arch or Just Plain Pants?"

THAT SHOULD BE A WORD

By Lizzie Skurnick

(FLAG-UH-KNEE), n.

1. Guilt over an unanswered e-mail. "Consumed with flagony, Jin stared again at her college roommate's lengthy update." See also: sendriloquist (avid forwarder); e-mass (store e-mails in in-box).

JUDGE JOHN HODGMAN RULES

By John Hodgman

SHANNON WRITES: My husband and I feel entitled to unrestricted access to our children's leftover Halloween candy. Our children feel that since they do all legwork, they hold sole distribution rights. Your judgment is requested. I generally find it important to remind children that they are serfs. Though they may work your land, everything upon it is technically your property, down to the tiniest Lego brick. That said, you do not wish to raise slaves (or Tea Party recruits). Halloween is a form of entrepreneurial training, and to confiscate the fruits of their labor without limit is predatory. You may take one piece of candy in symbolic tribute to the roads and infrastructure they did not build; but even then, keep it to a Bit-O-Honey, or else you risk an uprising.

Listen to the podcast and submit questions for adjudication to www.maximumfun.org/jjho

A ONE-SENTENCE BOOK REVIEW

By Tyler Cowen

"The Dawn of Innovation," by Charles R. Morris: The early 19th century as a pep talk for today.

 

HOW TO CELEBRATE THE HOLIDAYS

By Mike Huckabee

On Christmas Eve, we go to the service at our church, and when it's over, we go out for Chinese food. When everything in your world is changing and always being rearranged, it's nice to have something that has a constant value. As told to Spencer Bailey


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Alexis Rockman’s Visual Inspiration for ‘Life of Pi’

Gabrielle Plucknette/The New York Times

Artwork by Alexis Rockman

For nearly three decades, Alexis Rockman has been painting what he calls "natural-history psychedelia" — dinosaurlike descendants of rabbits and roosters; a chimera of an alligator, a pigeon and a rat thrashing in a sewer (or depending on how you look at it, a flooded subway tunnel). In 2009, the director Ang Lee asked Rockman to produce visual inspiration for his movie "Life of Pi" (released Nov. 21), based on Yann Martel's novel about a boy's spiritual journey adrift at sea in a boat with a tiger. Knowing that the film would rely heavily on digital imaging, the filmmakers wanted a human hand to help visualize some of the "freaky biological fantasies" living in the water where the story takes place.

Gabrielle Plucknette/The New York Times

Alexis Rockman at his studio in TriBeCa.

Gabrielle Plucknette/The New York Times

Artwork by Alexis Rockman

Rockman's artwork for the film, the product of hundreds of sketches, can be seen above in the form of real and imagined aquatic species. He used gouache on black paper, which he had never done before. The art inspired a scene in the movie called "Tiger Vision," a nonverbal, hallucinatory trip that serves as an apparent mind meld between the protagonist, Pi, and the tiger. (Rockman says it's akin to "what 'Star Gate' was to '2001.' ")

Rockman, whose art has appeared at the Brooklyn Museum and the Smithsonian, draws on his childhood fascination with the American Museum of Natural History, where his mother worked. Much of his artwork for "Life of Pi" will be on display at the Drawing Center in SoHo in September 2013.


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The Subway Beauty Salon

In taking photographs of subway riders, Jeff Mermelstein opted against furtiveness. "I felt like if I got caught in the confines of a subway car, I can get in more trouble than I'm wanting to deal with at this age," he says. But many of his subjects were too engrossed to notice. Mandy Schmieder (far right, middle row on the following pages), an actress and real estate agent whose schedule demands the timesaving tactic of applying lipstick underneath Midtown, says of her habit: "I feel very self-conscious when I'm doing it, but when I look at [other] people, I'm just like: 'How's it gonna look when they're done?' " Another actress, Jocelyn Druyan (top right corner on the following pages), says there's an advantage to applying makeup in transit: "You look better when you first arrive, because your makeup's nice and fresh."

Average commute in New York metro area: 34.6 minutes

New York's Rank in public-transportation usage among the 50 largest metro areas: No. 1

U.S. revenues generated by makeup in 2010: $6.2 billion


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Reply All | Letters: The 11.11.12 Issue

Written By Unknown on Minggu, 25 November 2012 | 18.38

As a native of Oklahoma City, I appreciated the way that you wrote about our city. We often feel we are unrecognized as a modern American place, with all the contradictions, sophistication, red, blue, etc., that characterize any city of 1.3 million people. I remember checking into the Waldorf-Astoria as a child with my parents; the desk clerk was amazed that we had credit cards in Oklahoma City. I loved that you found it obvious that we would also have art galleries, gourmet grilled-cheese restaurants, smoky clubs. It's validating. BEN TERRILL, St. Louis

I am a 60-year N.B.A. fan. I grew up a Celtics fan (in spite of my youth in New York and Los Angeles). My sons and I had season tickets to the Indiana Pacers. For the last three years I have rooted for the Oklahoma City Thunder. Give me up-tempo, unselfish, team-oriented basketball, with a strong dose of humility and a community-minded organization, and I'm happy. I was sorry to see James Harden leave. But the Thunder have earned my loyalty. LES COHEN, Reno, Nev., posted on nytimes.com

Sure, the making of the Thunder through the draft is a worthy model for small-market teams. But Sam Anderson's account skates over the original sin of the Thunder — Clay Bennett's theft of the team from Seattle, abetted by the equally perfidious David Stern. Why is there nothing from Sam Presti or Bennett about trading away James Harden? And why was there little from Kevin Durant himself about his matchups against LeBron and his work ethic? CHARLES MICHENER, Cleveland, posted on nytimes.com

HOW ZARA GREW INTO THE WORLD'S LARGEST FASHION RETAILER

The relentless pace and impulse buys of fast fashion create an impossible cycle of consumption. Zara has become so ubiquitous and trendy that you see yourself coming and going on the street, which is not stylish. AVIS CARDELLA, Paris, posted on nytimes.com

Way before I could afford Theory suiting, I could count on Zara to help me dress for the office. Sure, some of the trendy pieces are disposable; on the other hand, I have a Zara coat that's about seven years old, invariably gets compliments and has held up better than coats that cost three times as much. TATIANA GONZALEZ RAMA, New York, posted on nytimes.com

"Galicia, on the Atlantic coast of northern Spain, is . . . famous for being a place people try to leave." Wow, really? Galicia has its own language and culture and some of the best food in Europe. We have beaches, the Camino de Santiago, beautiful natural environments and important sporting and cultural events. RICARDO MELGAR, Ferrol, Spain

Prada and Louis Vuitton may be benefiting from how Zara has trained customers to shop more frequently. If fashionistas now are willing to visit stores on, say, a monthly basis as opposed to making one trip a season, then retailers can capture a greater share of their clothing budget by offering them innovative designs on a regular basis. MARTIN LARIVIERE, Kellogg School of Management, on operationsroom.wordpress.com

CAN MANHATTAN'S CHEAP-GOODS DISTRICT HOLD OFF THE YUPPIES?

The African angle in this article about 29th Street merchants is interesting but not new. When I worked at the U.S. Embassy in Ghana in the late 1970s, many nonimmigrant visa applicants were rejected. One exception was the contingent of middle-aged women, many of whom spoke no English, who ran the stalls in the outdoor markets. They would travel to the United States with empty suitcases, stock up on items unavailable in Ghana and return home to sell the merchandise at a large profit. They were our consular section's best and most reliable customers. Capitalism at work! DOMENICK DIPASQUALE, Reston, Va., posted on nytimes.com

CHRISTOPHER WALKEN ISN'T AS WEIRD AS YOU THINK

I would pay to watch Walken read a math book. He speaks like a dancer moving, leaving spaces where the viewer can enter his or her thoughts. What's deemed strange about him is the adumbration — few actors are able to hint like him. SCOTT HAAS, Cambridge, Mass., posted on nytimes.com

Christopher Walken, we love you just the way you are (stay weird). @jaimekaplan, via Twitter


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The One-Page Magazine: Obama’s Ticking Clock

THE BIG PROFILE: CHRIS CORNELL

By Dave Itzkoff

Over the years, Chris Cornell has learned to keep his growly, grungy singing voice in top condition. "Obviously, don't do anything stupid that's destructive," says the frontman of Soundgarden, which has reunited and released a new album, "King Animal." "But also, don't worry about it." Take the example of Tom Waits, Cornell says: "A voice is an instrument — create something that's inspired with that instrument. His has done a lot of weird things, but whatever it's doing, he seems to make an amazing painting out of it."

THE MEH LIST

By Samantha Henig

Cyber Monday

Merino wool

''Hyde Park on the Hudson''

Provolone

Photos of topless men

The San Diego ChargersPodcasts*

Additional reporting and user experience by Libby Gery

* Submitted via #mehlist by @james_smits

GIRL TALK

By Jessica Gross

According to a recent study in the journal Sex Roles, the ratio of male to female pronouns in U.S. literature tracks the rise in women's cultural status. In the mid-'60s, there were 4.5 male pronouns for every female one. Now it's 2 to 1. "There's big progress," the study's author, Jean Twenge, says. Her thoughts on that he/she construction? "It's awkward, but it is egalitarian."

AND SO IT GOES

By Maud Newton

In a new collection of his letters, Kurt Vonnegut turns his roving wit on even his own mental health. Was admitting to seeing a psychotherapist for writer's block akin to "saying, 'We don't have any kids yet, but brother, you should see us try'?" he wondered in 1953. Years later he pondered the unlikelihood of consulting a shrink named O'Connell. "Oh, well," he concluded, "only a Catholic could find my atheism interesting."

WASHINGTON MONUMENTS: IS THIS OVER YET?

By Matt Bai

In theory, a re-elected president gets four more years. But not really. You spend the first six months after an election breaking in a new cabinet and leadership team. By then, you're only a year or so from the midterm elections, which are followed by the start of the next presidential cycle. All of which means a second-term president has only a matter of months, really, to command the conversation. But hey, no pressure.

WHAT I'M DRINKING NOW

By Mario Batali

Around Thanksgiving, I want a cranberry ginger Collins. I fill a Collins glass with ice, add a jigger of gin and squeeze in half a lime. I make a simple syrup with a nob of thinly sliced ginger and then roll wet cranberries in sugar and pop them in the freezer. When they're cold, I toss in 5 or 6, add 1 tablespoon of the ginger syrup and fill with Schweppes bitter lemon.

LEGS OF STEEL

By Hope Reeves

Jiangsu Province's new Gate to the East is composed of two 74-story office towers merging into each other. The building was designed to echo the Arc de Triomphe, but it instead resembles a pair of low-rise jeans. After a local blogger complained that walking through the structure would be like crawling "between someone else's legs," a Shanghai Daily headline earnestly asked, "Is It an Arch or Just Plain Pants?"

THAT SHOULD BE A WORD

By Lizzie Skurnick

(FLAG-UH-KNEE), n.

1. Guilt over an unanswered e-mail. "Consumed with flagony, Jin stared again at her college roommate's lengthy update." See also: sendriloquist (avid forwarder); e-mass (store e-mails in in-box).

JUDGE JOHN HODGMAN RULES

By John Hodgman

SHANNON WRITES: My husband and I feel entitled to unrestricted access to our children's leftover Halloween candy. Our children feel that since they do all legwork, they hold sole distribution rights. Your judgment is requested. I generally find it important to remind children that they are serfs. Though they may work your land, everything upon it is technically your property, down to the tiniest Lego brick. That said, you do not wish to raise slaves (or Tea Party recruits). Halloween is a form of entrepreneurial training, and to confiscate the fruits of their labor without limit is predatory. You may take one piece of candy in symbolic tribute to the roads and infrastructure they did not build; but even then, keep it to a Bit-O-Honey, or else you risk an uprising.

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A ONE-SENTENCE BOOK REVIEW

By Tyler Cowen

"The Dawn of Innovation," by Charles R. Morris: The early 19th century as a pep talk for today.

 

HOW TO CELEBRATE THE HOLIDAYS

By Mike Huckabee

On Christmas Eve, we go to the service at our church, and when it's over, we go out for Chinese food. When everything in your world is changing and always being rearranged, it's nice to have something that has a constant value. As told to Spencer Bailey


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Alexis Rockman’s Visual Inspiration for ‘Life of Pi’

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Artwork by Alexis Rockman

For nearly three decades, Alexis Rockman has been painting what he calls "natural-history psychedelia" — dinosaurlike descendants of rabbits and roosters; a chimera of an alligator, a pigeon and a rat thrashing in a sewer (or depending on how you look at it, a flooded subway tunnel). In 2009, the director Ang Lee asked Rockman to produce visual inspiration for his movie "Life of Pi" (released Nov. 21), based on Yann Martel's novel about a boy's spiritual journey adrift at sea in a boat with a tiger. Knowing that the film would rely heavily on digital imaging, the filmmakers wanted a human hand to help visualize some of the "freaky biological fantasies" living in the water where the story takes place.

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Alexis Rockman at his studio in TriBeCa.

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Artwork by Alexis Rockman

Rockman's artwork for the film, the product of hundreds of sketches, can be seen above in the form of real and imagined aquatic species. He used gouache on black paper, which he had never done before. The art inspired a scene in the movie called "Tiger Vision," a nonverbal, hallucinatory trip that serves as an apparent mind meld between the protagonist, Pi, and the tiger. (Rockman says it's akin to "what 'Star Gate' was to '2001.' ")

Rockman, whose art has appeared at the Brooklyn Museum and the Smithsonian, draws on his childhood fascination with the American Museum of Natural History, where his mother worked. Much of his artwork for "Life of Pi" will be on display at the Drawing Center in SoHo in September 2013.


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Psychotherapy’s Image Problem Pushes Some Therapists to Become ‘Brands’

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Illustration by Matt Dorfman. Photograph by Jens Mortensen for The New York Times.

In the summer of 2011, after I completed six years of graduate school and internship training and was about to start my psychotherapy practice, I sat down with my clinical supervisor in the Los Angeles office we'd be sharing. It had been a rigorous six years, transitioning from my role as a full-time journalist always on tight deadlines to that of a therapist whose world was broken into slow, thoughtful hours listening and trying to help people come to a deeper understanding of their lives. My supervisor went over the filing systems, billing procedures and ethical quandaries like whether to take referrals from current clients, but we never discussed how I would get these clients. I fully assumed, in what now seems like an astounding fit of naïveté, that I'd send out an e-mail announcement and network with doctors, and to paraphrase "Field of Dreams," if I built it, they would come.

Except that they didn't. What nobody taught me in grad school was that psychotherapy, a practice that had sustained itself for more than a century, is losing its customers. If this came as a shock to me, the American Psychological Association tried to send out warnings in a 2010 paper titled, "Where Has all the Psychotherapy Gone?" According to the author, 30 percent fewer patients received psychological interventions in 2008 than they did 11 years earlier; since the 1990s, managed care has increasingly limited visits and reimbursements for talk therapy but not for drug treatment; and in 2005 alone, pharmaceutical companies spent $4.2 billion on direct-to-consumer advertising and $7.2 billion on promotion to physicians, nearly twice what they spent on research and development.

According to the A.P.A., therapists had to start paying attention to what the marketplace demanded or we risked our livelihoods. It wasn't long before I learned that an entirely new specialized industry had cropped up: branding consultants for therapists.

I couldn't imagine hiring a branding consultant to lure people to the couch. Psychotherapy is perhaps one of the few commercial businesses that doesn't see itself as one, that views financial gain as unseemly when connected to the delicate work of emotional insight. Moreover, the field is predicated on strict concepts of authenticity, privacy and therapist-patient boundaries. Branding was the antithesis of what we did.

But a couple of months after setting up my office and waiting for people to call, I found myself wondering — first idly, then deliberately, and always guiltily — about those branding consultants and how exactly they helped therapists like me. Sitting at my desk one morning when my appointment book looked particularly dismal, a combination of curiosity and desperation got the best of me. On Google, I came across a branding consultant named Casey Truffo. Her Web site's home page spoke directly to my situation: "You are called to be a therapist. Are you also called to poverty?" I immediately dialed her number.

The first thing Truffo told me when I reached her in her Orange County office was that I shouldn't feel bad about my empty hours; nowadays, she said, even established veterans were struggling. Yes, the economy was bad, but the real issue was that psychotherapy had an image problem.

She told me about a therapist named Sandra Bryson. In 2009, Bryson called for help after her successful Oakland-based practice of 25 years lost patients when she stopped taking insurance. According to Truffo, Bryson shared a problem common to therapists: "a blah-sounding message and no angle." Bryson had always done well as a generalist — treating anything from depression to grief to marital issues — but Truffo urged her to find a specialty, one that "captured the zeitgeist but didn't feel played out." Bryson mentioned that she liked helping parents and had an affinity for technology, and voilà — suddenly she had a brand. Not as a clinician addressing typical parenting issues like boundary-setting, which Truffo called "generic and old-school," but as an expert who helps modern families navigate digital media. She also became a sought-after speaker on so-called hot issues like screen time, cyberbullying and sexting, and Bryson told me her practice, which is based on "mostly deep work," had become "more advice-driven." Now her schedule is full, and her income has increased about 15 percent a year.

"Nobody wants to buy therapy anymore," Truffo told me. "They want to buy a solution to a problem." This is something Truffo discovered in her own former private practice of 18 years, during which she saw a shift from people who were unhappy and wanted to understand themselves better to people who would come in "because they wanted someone else or something else to change," she said. "I'd see fewer and fewer people coming in and saying, 'I want to change.' "


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On the Couch in the Capital

Washington has the deserved reputation of being a hard-working, early-rising town, and among the earliest risers are some of the approximately 1,200 psychiatrists in the metropolitan area who minister to the powerful and famous before their official working days begin.

By 6 A.M., just as dawn begins to break over the Potomac, long black limousines and some more modest vehicles begin delivering policy makers and pundits for 45-minute sessions with their analysts.

Nowhere is this early morning activity more frenetic than at 3000 Connecticut Avenue, an apartment building across from the National Zoo. Referred to locally as the ''Freud Hilton,'' it houses 50 or more psychiatrists, psychologists and clinical social workers, more than there are in some states - Wyoming, for instance - and is the home of the District of Columbia Insitute of Mental Hygiene, a private clinic that treats lower-income people.

When highly recognizable figures - politicians, lobbyists, journalists - meet in its elevators, hallways or waiting rooms, they studiously ignore one another. They may have rubbed shoulders, even exchanged words, at cocktail or dinner parties the night before, but at 3000 Connecticut Avenue a flicker of recognition seldom passes between them.

Ironically and simultaneously, Washington is a city of celebrity and anonymity, abounding in political and media heavies and hundreds of unknown but often influential career bureaucrats. Both conditions create their own psychological problems, compounded by the political necessity of secrecy when difficulties reach the stage where professional help is needed. Seeing a therapist in Washington can be a touchy business for influential individuals who fear that their futures can be thwarted, even aborted, by the revelation.

So great is the fear, several psychotherapists report, that some patients covered by Government health insurance prefer to pay for their visits out of private funds rather than have their bosses know they are undergoing treatment. When Senator Thomas F. Eagleton confirmed stories that he had been hospitalized and received electric shock treatments for nervous exhaustion and depression during the 1960's, he was deemed a political liability and dropped as George McGovern's running mate in 1972. And Daniel Ellsberg, the former consultant in the Departments of Defense and State and the Rand Corporation who leaked ''The Pentagon Papers'' to The New York Times, became a target of the Watergate ''plumbers'' who broke into his psychiatrist's office in 1971 in an attempt to obtain his file and use the material in it to discredit him.

In a high-powered city of super achievers, many of whose careers depend on an untarnished public image, a climate of fear surrounds any form of psychiatric treatment. Politicians are afraid to admit they have psychological problems because the knowledge might shatter the confidence of the voters back home; members of the White House, Cabinet and sub-Cabinet staffs are afraid it might lose them their jobs; lawyers, their clients; journalists, their credibility.

Most vulnerable, perhaps, are intelligence operatives, whose secretive jobs enforce an isolation that often robs them of the ability to trust anyone, even members of their families. When they require treatment, their cases are handled by a small group of doctors with special security clearances who protect the agents' identities and any information they might reveal.

But the capital also abounds with persons privy to national and international secrets of lesser sensitivity, persons whose decisions often affect the futures of corporations, institutions and millions of individuals at home and abroad. The burden of responsibility can become unbearable, particularly when piled on top of existing personal problems.

Those who treat extremely powerful people sometimes find it difficult not to let the ''halo effect,'' the charm and sophistication of exalted personages, stand in the way of rooting out their problems and prescribing proper treatment. It is what the Washington psychoanalyst Irvin D. Milowe calls the ''Forrestal syndrome,'' after James V. Forrestal, the Defense Secretary who leaped to his death in 1949 from the Bethesda Naval Hospital. ''There is a temptation,'' Dr. Milowe observes, ''to respond to the glamour of a national figure, and to his strengths rather than to his special needs.''

The experience of the wife of a well-known and highly successful Washington lawyer illustrates the point. When she and her husband consulted a psychiatrist specializing in marital problems, her spouse established an instant camaraderie with the doctor when he noticed pictures of boats on the wall and fell into a discussion about sailing, to the exclusion of any examination of the problems that had brought him there. The wife was told there was nothing wrong with her husband and that she ''should play a subordinate role, even if you don't like it, and your marriage will be a success.'' The untreated husband subsequently had a nervous breakdown.


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Design: Who Made That Emoticon?

 

"The first line of my obituary is going to mention the smiley face," says Scott Fahlman, who would rather be remembered for his research into artificial intelligence. But like it or not, Fahlman has become famous for three keystrokes. In 1982, as a young professor at Carnegie Mellon University, he realized the need for a symbol to temper the bickering that plagued online forums. The Internet was just a baby then, and yet already flame wars raged. Fahlman decided that a smiley face could be useful as a "joke marker" (as he called it) to take the sting out of mocking statements or pranks. And so he hunted around the keyboard for a way to make the face. "But what do you use for eyes?" he wondered. Once he found the colon, the rest was easy. He dashed his suggestion off to friends. "I didn't even proofread the message," he says.

The emoticon — perhaps one of the first online memes — spread to other campuses, hitching a ride in e-mails. And as the Web expanded in the '90s, so, too, did the colon-hyphen-parenthesis. "Wherever the Internet went, the smiley face was there within weeks," Fahlman says. The symbol has endured because it's a quick way to soothe hurt feelings or express joy. But Fahlman still hears complaints that it is a hallmark of lazy writing. His critics tend to raise questions like "Would Shakespeare have used a smiley face?" Yes, Fahlman says, if Shakespeare were around today, thumb-tapping a screed "about parking at the Globe Theater, he might say something intemperate. And then he might think twice about it and want to use an emoticon."


FACE VALUE

Tyler Schnoebelen, who has a Ph.D. in linguistics, analyzed millions of Twitter messages to understand how people use emoticons.

You found that about 10 percent of the tweets in your sample had emoticons in them. Why so many? In a full paragraph, you might be able to express how you're feeling. But it becomes harder in a tweet, where you only have a few words.

What is the difference between people who use :-) and people who use :) ? The people who use :) follow a younger set of celebrities. They swear more, and they use spellings like "sooooo" and "loooove."

What about ;) ? Is it a flirt? Yes, we can assume that. It tends to appear near words like "horny," "attractive," "hot" and "dirty." It doesn't occur near words like "pleasant" or "irritated." The world of ;) is sexy.

Do you use emoticons? Actually, yes, I've become a connoisseur of them. I love the :))) — it's like saying "I'm soooooooo happy." But I don't personally use that emoticon, because to me it looks like someone with multiple chins. And over the last year, I've been using the ;) a lot.

So now that you've finished this research on the emoticon, you're ;)-ing a lot? Yes, now I do more flirting.

THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE?

Western-style emoticons often read from left to right, as "sideways faces." Japanese thumb-typists, meanwhile, have invented their own system.

m(_ _)m

Bowing down in apology

(>_<)

Ouch!

(9_9)

Tired

d(-_-)b

Wearing headphones

(;_;)

Crying

(=_=)

Bored

(^_-)

Winking


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