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...Mercat a la Planxa Part tapas bar, part Latin grill, Mercat a la Planxa marks a coming home of sorts for locally raised chef Jose Garces, the wonder-toque of Philadelphia's top Nuevo Latino eateries. Opened last year in the Blackstone Hotel, Mercat is a Catalan kitchen and Garces' first hometown restaurant. A meal at Mercat is kicked off with a cocktail menu strong on sangria and cava as dishes big and small flow freely from a glass-tiled open kitchen. Tiny padron peppers come fried in a crust of salbitxada (almond sauce); Catalan sausage and meatballs serve...
...been elected President. On May 8, 1945, Harry Truman got an even better gift for his 61st birthday: Germany surrendered in World War II. As the rest of the U.S. celebrated V-E day, Truman shared a cake with secretaries, aides and close friends. With precedents like that, no wonder Obama is working today. See a TIME health-care poll...
Herschel is the most touching figure in Age of Wonder. A refugee from Germany, he began his career as an oboist, but at 27 became consumed with curiosity about the stars and started building his own telescopes. He was discovered by the son of a Royal Society member, who stumbled over him moon-gazing in the streets one night through a home-brewed 7-ft. (2 m) telescope that turned out to be more powerful than that of the astronomer royal. Herschel went on to pioneer the idea of a vast and unimaginably old universe. After looking through Herschel...
...wonder that as I became middle-aged, I decided to write an historical novel. And then, by plunging deeply into research for a couple of years in order to invent my fictional version of 1848 - the year Heyday begins - I became even more attuned to the arcs and patterns of history. Indeed, I became hopelessly addicted to the Long View. Last fall, as Wall Street crashed and a very grim New York City future looked very plausible, my historian's tic kicked in again. In my New York magazine column I compulsively imagined the present from the future...
...took on an alias worthy of an old-school rapper. Certain that every word was being monitored, I embarked on a crash course in Internet and PC security, schooling myself on the possibilities of deep-package inspection, VPNs and onion-routing. It was not long before I began to wonder at the online company that I was keeping. What was this world that I had entered? Who exactly, other than pedophiles, committed civil libertarians and the occasional serial killer, bothers with deep encryption...? (See pictures of the aftermath of Iran's turbulent election...