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Memory researcher Dr. Scott Small would like to reassure you that you're not losing your wits. Visit him in his lab at Columbia University's Medical Center, tell him how the last time you went to a party, you couldn't put names to faces, how telephone numbers slip your mind, and he'll walk to his blackboard, pick up a piece of chalk and draw two lines. One, he will tell you, represents age. The other is memory. "As age goes up, memory goes down," he says. "Memory decline occurs in everyone...
...transformation of his own: from John F. Kennedy to Adlai Stevenson, from dashing rhetorician to good-government egghead. He derided the gas-tax holiday as the gimmick it was, gambling that Democrats would see through the ruse. He trudged through the Wright debacle, never allowing his impeccable disposition to slip toward anger or pettiness. On the Sunday before the primaries, he gave a dour, newsless interview to Tim Russert, enduring another 20 minutes of questions about the Reverend Wright. Meanwhile, Clinton was spiky and histrionic in her simultaneous duel with George Stephanopoulos. She made alpha-dog power moves, standing...
...have never been comfortable with. So mounting credit card bills become a nightmare," she says. "And then there's the uncertainty over downsizing and job cuts. Our generation has seen our parents stay with the same job for life; for a lot of us the prospect of a pink slip is horrifying," she adds...
...Demon Barber of Fleet Street”—Stephen Sondheim’s big, bloody masterpiece of a musical—thrashes around on the stage with such furious glee that the idea of critique starts to look silly. Who has time to worry about little slip-ups when there’s so much murder to be done?So I mostly don’t care that Friday’s opening performance on the Loeb Mainstage, directed by Jesse A. Wiener ’08 and Jason M. Lazarcheck ’08, teetered...
...them committed to my organization.” Or so I discovered when I spotted Maya D. Simpson ’11 in front of the Widener steps, exhorting every be-foldered passerby to accept one of her fliers. Not yet resistant to the temptations of a neon green slip of paper, a surprising number of prefrosh were stopping to listen...