ARTHUR GREGG SULZBERGER doesn’t remember the first time he visited the family business. He was young, he says, no older than 6, when he shuffled through the brass-plated revolving doors of the old concrete hulk on 43rd Street and boarded the elevator up to his father’s and grandfather’s offices. He often visited for a few minutes before taking a trip to the newsroom on the third floor, all typewriters and moldering stacks of paper, and then he’d sometimes go down to the subbasement to take in the oily scents and clanking sounds of the printing press. This was the early ’80s, when The New York Times was nothing but ink on paper and was printed in the same building where the journalism was created. His memories are hazy, perhaps because he’s 36 now and it was a long time ago, and perhaps because that building, like the Times, was always just there, a fact of life.
New York Today: They Met on the Subway, and Married
Good morning on this icy Tuesday.
The New York City subway may feel overcrowded. Anxiety-inducing. Uncomfortable. Even, at times, unfriendly.
But many riders have our trains to thank for finding that special someone.
Perhaps the guy manspreading into your personal space like an amoeba is simply trying to flirt. Or maybe the lady meditating in the corner of your car is actually trying to get your attention.
We asked New York Today readers to share their experiences with subway romance, and we were tickled to hear about so many encounters — on enough train lines to cover the alphabet — that led to marriage.
In honor of Valentine’s Day, we bring you a handful of those stories.
G train, 2010:
“We chatted briefly for a few stops and then he got off with a ‘nice to meet you.’ No names, no numbers, no social media handles. Never thought I’d see him again. Cut to about four hours later: I’m home and thinking about our encounter. On a whim I checked the Missed Connections section on Craigslist. Lo and behold, there was a post at the top of the feed that was so specific to our conversation it had to be for me. We met for a drink or two or three a couple days later, and the rest is history. We have been together for six years and have an 18-month-old son.”
— Nina Gotlieb, 39, Bedford-Stuyvesant
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The Strange Case Of The Russian Diplomat Who Got His Head Smashed In On Election Day
NEW YORK — He was found just before 7 a.m. on Election Day, lying on the floor of the Russian Consulate on the Upper East Side.
The man was unconscious and unresponsive, with an unidentified head wound — “blunt force trauma,” in cop parlance. By the time emergency responders reached him, he was dead.
Initial reports said the nameless man had plunged to his death from the roof of the consulate. As journalists rushed to the scene, consular officials quickly changed the narrative. The anonymous man had not fallen dozens of feet from the roof of the consular building, they said, but rather had suffered a heart attack in the security office, and died.
By the time the man’s body left the morgue the next day, Donald J. Trump was president-elect of the United States. It was the culmination of a sensational, bitterly divisive political campaign that US intelligence agencies would later say Russia actively sought to manipulate and skew in Trump’s favor. With the election results, the world had turned upside down, and the death of the man at the consulate quickly faded from view.
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Edward Snowden’s New Job: Protecting Reporters From Spies
WHEN EDWARD SNOWDEN leaked the biggest collection of classified National Security Agency documents in history, he wasn’t just revealing the inner workings of a global surveillance machine. He was also scrambling to evade it. To communicate with the journalists who would publish his secrets, he had to route all his messages over the anonymity software Tor, teach reporters to use the encryption tool PGP by creating a YouTube tutorial that disguised his voice, and eventually ditch his comfortable life (and smartphone) in Hawaii to set up a cloak-and-dagger data handoff halfway around the world.
Now, nearly four years later, Snowden has focused the next phase of his career on solving that very specific instance of the panopticon problem: how to protect reporters and the people who feed them information in an era of eroding privacy—without requiring them to have an NSA analyst’s expertise in encryption or to exile themselves to Moscow. “Watch the journalists and you’ll find their sources,” Snowden says. “So how do we preserve that confidentiality in this new world, when it’s more important than ever?”
Will Trump’s presidency finally kill the myth of the special relationship?
At the end of January, Theresa May rushed to Washington to ensure that she would be the first foreign leader to meet the newly inaugurated American president. The pair held a joint press conference – shortly before she was photographed awkwardly holding Donald Trump’s hand, and shortly after she extended an invitation for a state visit to London to meet the Queen – which began with the usual invocations of the sacred bond between the United Kingdom and the United States. “The special relationship between our two countries has been one of the great forces in history for justice and for peace,” Trump declared in his opening statement. “We have one of the great bonds.”
In reply, May said that her invitation to the White House was “an indication of the strength and importance of the special relationship that exists between our two countries, a relationship based on the bonds of history, of family, kinship and common interests”, before reiterating her anxious hope for a trade deal with the US to “cement the crucial relationship that exists between us, particularly as the UK leaves the European Union and reaches out to the world”.
After a question to Trump from an American journalist, it was May’s turn to call on a British reporter. She picked the BBC political editor Laura Kuenssberg, who asked Trump a series of pointed questions about torture, Russia, and banning Muslims, at which point Trump turned to May with mock horror. “That was your choice of question?” he said, to laughter. “There goes that relationship!” Trump’s humour, like everything else about him, is random, unpredictable and often almost incomprehensible. But he does have a disconcerting habit of saying, albeit unpleasantly, things that happen to be true, such as that free trade agreements have been a mixed blessing for working-class Americans, or that the Republican leader in Congress, Paul Ryan, is “very weak and ineffective”, or that the CIA is both self-satisfied and incompetent. Whether “There goes that relationship!” proves to be another true word spoken in jest remains to be seen.
Read the rest of this article at: The Guardian