The idea of "smart roads" isn't especially new, and in the last couple of years, in particular, we've seen a stack of concepts for turning our highways, byways and city streets into something more than flat, stupid concrete. The problem with the bulk of these is that any municipality that chose to implement them would have to spend vast sums of money retrofitting roads with sensors and other gizmos. The presentation is still broadly chronological, but features detours, anachronisms and surprise encounters. Photography and architecture, shown in their own discrete zones for decades, now commingle with paintings, drawings, prints and even performance. There are movies projected throughout, even in the hallowed prewar galleries, where pre-1900 French paintings lead to flickering images of the then-young New York subway, shot in 1905 on the then-young technology of film.
This article is part of David Leonhardt’s newsletter. You can sign up here to receive it each weekday. It is painful, from this vantage, to read a piece in this newspaper, from 70 years ago, describing a different Portland scene: a room for children overlooking the Willamette River, “with windows on two sides to insure proper lighting and walls of pastel shades, in blues, yellows, apricots, depending on the exposure of the individual room.” In this paradise, one of the two new nurseries built by the Kaiser Company for the children of workers in its Portland shipyards, “the children will have an opportunity to live wholesome, happy lives” — so promises the article, written by the director of the company’s Child Service Department.
Lynn B. Kelly, the executive director of the advocacy group New Yorkers for Parks, cheered the plan, noting that the area north of the park and across 110th Street is in the City Council district that has the least parkland of any district in the city. But it has the most residents within walking distance of a park. “There are ups and downs,” she said, “but I will reach there at my own pace.”
Popular attitudes have transmuted so much over time that one can now, at least in the West, casually self-identify as a witch. But the terror the two-century-long hunt inflicted on people was widespread and very real.
But what’s immediately striking about the relationship is the way it echoes the other things we’ve heard about Epstein’s stunningly successful efforts to wriggle his way into the good graces of scientists, technologists and other academic luminaries. The chumminess suggests a deeper and more intractable moral rot in American academia: It shows that when a billionaire (or, in Epstein’s case, a faux billionaire) comes calling, men in the ivory tower can’t resist lowering their golden locks to let the plutocrat climb aboard. In a televised interview on Tuesday, Mr. Moreno said he would not consider leaving office.
The stakes are high. As more residents of poor countries survive childhood into middle age and beyond — and as rising incomes contribute to their adoption of cigarette smoking and diets high in sugar and fat — a polypill offers a way to help millions lead longer, healthier lives. More than two dozen nurses at Mount Carmel administered large doses of fentanyl and other drugs, according to disciplinary charges by Ohio’s Board of Nursing, even though they “knew or should have known that the order was harmful or potentially harmful.”
The free app will be available from the Apple, Google and Amazon stores. A supply intended to last three months ran out in just two weeks, The Wall Street Journal reported, and, on Aug. 27, Popeyes said on Twitter that the sandwich was sold out.
Aren’t all histories brutal? Don’t others feel the divergence between what their countries should be and what they are the way we Latin Americans do? Why are we so prone to point out what we do wrong? Hasn’t our peculiar creative genius been resilient enough? Are our gifts to the world irrelevant? What about chocolate, corn, potatoes and tomatoes? The coronary bypass, oral contraceptives, a leprosy vaccine? Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, Jorge Luis Borges and Frida Kahlo? Arana is proud of her Latin American heritage, but she has a point when she writes that until there is a full reckoning with the legacy of racism and other forms of injustice the region’s citizens must remain self-critical. The last person to see Bailey alive was his friend Tanner Gerszewski. It was Bailey who first introduced him to fentanyl. Bailey had already been using for a few months, but Gerszewski knew what fentanyl did to people. Then one Friday night in fall 2014, he was at home relaxing after a bad day at work, and Bailey brought some over. Gerszewski agreed to try it. He put some of the powder on foil, lit it, and breathed in the smoke. “Before I even blew out,” Gerszewski told me, “I said, ‘How much more of this you got?’ ” He spent every dollar he had on it.