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Identifying Victims in South African Fire is a Grim Struggle

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Families of the victims of a fire in downtown Johannesburg were still searching for relatives at mortuaries and hospitals on Friday to see if they had lived or died, a day after the blaze tore through a overcrowded building in one of the deadliest residential fires in South African history.

The fire, which broke out in the early hours of Thursday, consumed a five-story building that was an illegal home for hundreds of families and which has become a grisly symbol of official failure to address a dire housing crisis in Johannesburg.

At least 74 people died in the fire, a dozen of them children, with some victims jumping to their deaths from the building and others trapped inside. Officials said that some of the victims were so badly burned that it was hard to identify their bodies. Rescue workers were still searching on Thursday evening to recover victims from the building. On Friday morning, police were seen taking search dogs around the charred site.

Relatives of people caught in the blaze have been visiting hospitals where officials said more than 60 people were being treated, hoping to find family members alive.

Others gathered outside government mortuaries early on Friday, after health officials urged them to come forward to try identify some of the dead.

“All I want to see today, is to see the body,” one man who believed his brother had died in the fire told SABC News as he waited outside a Johannesburg mortuary on Friday morning. “I hear, yes, but I need to see. But right now we are still in the dark,” he added.

“This is the type of death that we never wish on anyone,” President Cyril Ramaphosa said on Thursday evening at the scene of the blaze. Assistance would be given to survivors who lost their homes, many of whom were in a state of shock and injury, he said.

He called the tragedy a “wake-up call,” underlining the urgency of dealing with the chronic housing situation that afflicts poor parts of Johannesburg in particular. The city’s officials needed to find solutions to the challenge of housing in one of South Africa’s most populous cities, he said. He called it “a difficult lesson.”

The cause of the blaze remained unclear on Friday morning and officials said they were setting up an investigation, which may take some time.

Preliminary evidence suggested that the fire started on the ground floor of the building, a local official said, and a security gate may have trapped many residents as they tried to flee. Some of the earliest flames, according to imagery of the fire, were spotted in the building’s courtyard but the exact origin of the blaze was unknown.

Rights groups and residents said they have long feared such a tragedy in a city where hundreds derelict structures are illegally occupied and thousands of residents live in dangerous conditions.

The buildings often do not have access to running water, electricity and working bathrooms, or safety features like fire escapes, extinguishers and sprinklers. That has prompted residents to light open fires for light, cooking and warmth.

The building that burned on Thursday is owned by the city. Formerly used for controlling the movement of Black workers during the apartheid era, in recent years the building had been leased to a nonprofit group that offered women and children emergency shelter. But it was then abandoned, residents said, and became a warren of subdivided dwellings in which hundreds of people had sheltered.

In October 2019, the authorities raided the building and arrested 140 people in an illegal rent scheme, said Floyd Brink, the city manager of Johannesburg, but the case was closed in 2022 for lack of evidence.

Racehorse Deaths in Saratoga Renew Old Worries and Prompt Reforms

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It has become an all-too-common scenario: a thoroughbred suffers a ghastly injury before a packed grandstand and a national television audience and has to be euthanized by injection on the track. This past Saturday at Saratoga Race Course, an undefeated colt named New York Thunder was just strides from winning a $500,000 stakes race when he stumbled and unseated his rider.

The jockey, Tyler Gaffalione, got up. New York Thunder had to be put down after shattering his left front fetlock.

It was the 12th horse fatality — the eighth while racing — at the Saratoga summer meet. Combined with the deaths of a dozen horses last spring at Churchill Downs, including two on Kentucky Derby day, the fatalities have brought renewed scrutiny of horse racing and again left owners, trainers and racetrack executives struggling to reassure the public that racing is safe for its human and equine athletes.

In the wake of the deaths, New York racing officials have vowed to spend millions on PET and CT scans and outfit horses with sensors in the hopes of diagnosing pre-existing injuries before they become fatal. And a synthetic racing surface, which equine injury data shows to be significantly safer than dirt and turf tracks, is being installed for winter racing at Belmont Park and is being considered for both Aqueduct and Saratoga.

“We can strive for zero fatalities and part of that is aggressive imaging, synthetic surfaces and sensor tracking,” said David O’Rourke, the chief executive officer and president of the New York Racing Association. The association is in the process of acquiring the diagnostic equipment and hopes to have it in place soon.

Also, the director of the Horseracing Integrity and Safety Authority, which oversees racing safety nationwide, said the authority will soon implement a rule lengthening the time horses must wait to race after they have received a steroid injection. Steroids can mask pain and may cause horses to run hard even when they are hurt.

In recent years, racehorse deaths have deepened the sense of crisis in an industry that is dwindling in popularity as racing fans turn to other sports and forms of gambling.

In 2019, 30 horses died at Santa Anita Park in California in a span of six months, creating national headlines and drawing the scrutiny of state lawmakers and animal rights activists. In response, state regulators and racing officials strengthened rules regarding the use of riding crops, medications for horses, education for trainers and jockeys, track safety and recuperation policies for injured horses.

The reforms appeared to be effective. Last year, 12 horses died at Santa Anita. Thoroughbred fatalities throughout California fell 54 percent from 2019 to 2022.

Dr. Scott Palmer, New York’s equine medical director, said the number of fatalities had been declining in New York as well.

Nationally, since 2009, the Jockey Club has kept a database to track fatal breakdowns on American racetracks and analyze how they can be prevented. That first year, thoroughbreds had fatal injuries at the rate of two per 1,000 starts.

The rate of fatal injuries has declined every year for the last four years. In 2022, the rate was 1.25 deaths per 1,000 starts.

But the high-profile breakdowns at big races have occurred when casual fans are tuned in and, ultimately, turned off. While 12 horses died at Saratoga the previous two years, a majority of the deaths occurred during training hours. This year, eight horses have died while racing.

“The Kentucky Derby teed this up,” Palmer said, referring to the repeated and highly publicized deaths at Churchill Downs in May. The pattern continued at the Preakness Stakes in Baltimore, where Havnameltdown — trained by Bob Baffert, the most recognizable figure in the sport — broke down in a race preceding the second leg of the Triple Crown.

“It’s been awful,” Palmer said.

New York Thunder, the horse that broke down in front of the Saratoga crowd, was brilliantly fast but prone to injury, according to his veterinary records obtained by The New York Times.

The horse’s trainer, Jorge Delgado, declined to comment on his handling of the colt, the third of his horses to die since July 27. The colt’s London-based owner, Kia Joorabchian, could not be reached for comment.

After winning his first two races last year as a 2-year-old, first on a synthetic surface and then on turf, New York Thunder had a slow start to his 3-year-old season. He spent two weeks in the spring on the Kentucky vet’s list described as “lame,” according to vet records, making him ineligible to compete. Horses are put on the vet’s list when they are deemed unsound by regulatory veterinarians or have undergone certain procedures that require extra time or scrutiny.

He returned to racing on April 30 at Woodbine Racetrack in Toronto, easily winning a stakes race on a synthetic surface.

In June, Delgado entered New York Thunder in the Woody Stephens Stakes on the undercard of the Belmont Stakes. But the horse was scratched by state veterinarians the morning of the race because he was injured, according to the vet records. No other information was given in the records.

On July 14, New York Thunder went on the vet’s list again for two weeks after he was given a joint injection, the records say. The injection was allowed under rules set by the national horse racing authority, which was created by Congress 2020 to oversee the sport. It is common for trainers to inject horses with steroids to battle inflammation and reduce pain.

On July 28, the colt came off the vet’s list and won the Amsterdam Stakes on dirt in Saratoga by an eye-catching seven and a half lengths.

Racing a horse two weeks after it has received an injection is allowable under the rules but controversial in the sport. Before the national racing authority took over antidoping and medication control on May 22, California had a rule that prohibited steroid fetlock injections within 30 days of a race.

Before the rule went into effect, the state had 83 catastrophic fetlock failures in 20 months. Afterward, it had 24 in the next 19 months.

Dr. Greg Ferraro, the chairman of the California Horse Racing Board, said the use of medications too close to a race limits the ability of regulatory veterinarians to identify pre-existing conditions that may progress to catastrophic injuries.

“Fourteen days is a step backward,” said Ferraro, a former racetrack veterinarian. “If you put any athlete in significant training, the health of joint disintegrates, you can’t slow it down, but you can speed it up by putting corticosteroid in the fetlock. You inject to run. That culture needs to be eliminated.”

The culture still existed when New York Thunder was racing this summer. On Aug. 12, two weeks before the H. Allen Jerkens Memorial Stakes in Saratoga, he again received a joint injection.

On the day of the Jerkens Memorial, the colt bounced out of the gate and led every step of the seven-furlong sprint. He was gliding like a swamp buggy, five lengths ahead, as the finish line approached. There were more than 48,000 people at the racetrack for the 154th running of the Travers Stakes, or “Midsummer Derby,” later that day.

A full-throated roar powered New York Thunder down the stretch.

And then the colt seemed to come apart, crumpling to the ground and tossing Gaffalione. Gasps and groans turned to silence. The horse ambulance arrived; a screen was raised. Tear-streaked faces in droves headed for the exits.

It seemed a cruel replay of the scene three weeks earlier, on another big day with a national broadcast audience, when a filly named Maple Leaf Mel fatally broke down just yards from the finish line.

Lisa Lazarus, the chief executive of the national authority, acknowledged that the rule in place and the process for determining a horse’s soundness failed New York Thunder.

“There’s two ways to look at a horse — on paper and through his vet records and past performances and in person on the day of the race,” Lazarus said. “The regulatory vet can only act on what they see on the day and in the moment.”

In the final days of the Saratoga meeting, which ends Monday, a veterinarian from Lazarus’s staff is examining the records of horses entered in every race. Lazarus anticipates that the authority, along with state racing associations, will create a review panel to daily determine the fitness of horses entered to run that day, much like the model that California employs.

Lazarus said the authority would adopt the California rule of banning steroid fetlock injections within 30 days of a race.

Changes in racetracks are also likely to help. Horses break down 0.41 times per 1,000 starts on synthetics compared with 0.99 times on turf and 1.44 times on dirt, according to the Jockey Club’s database.

Mark Casse, a Hall of Fame trainer in the United States and Canada, said he has trained or raced horses at least 150,000 times on Woodbine’s synthetic racetrack over the past decade. He said synthetic tracks are more consistent and have more give, especially in inclement weather.

“It’s been safer year after year after year,” Casse said. “What happens on dirt is that the preferred way to win is to train for speed and get to the front. Getting dirt kicked in their faces discourages horses. On synthetic, it’s not as fast as you can, it’s more tactical. Speed on hard dirt kills.”

Santa Anita and Del Mar in California and Keeneland in Kentucky experimented with synthetic tracks more than a decade ago. Breakdown rates fell significantly, but complaints from trainers and breeders skyrocketed. Trainers said they saw more soft tissue and hind injuries. Breeders were afraid horses that performed well on synthetics might not transfer that quality to dirt, diminishing the value of their stallions.

“We, as an industry, do not like to change,” Casse said. “But if we continue to cling to tradition, we will be out of business.”

With the amount of scrutiny on horse racing, however, Casse believes the sport is at a crossroads and without change will go out of business.

“We have to be better,” Casse said. “I’m not sure that I’m as proud to be a horse trainer as I used to be.”

Elon Musk met then-Twitter CEO Parag Agrawal for a secret dinner in 2022 and said Agrawal was not the ‘fire-breathing dragon’ the platform needed

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Elon Musk and Parag Agrawal
Elon Musk and Parag Agrawal.Getty/ Chesnot/ Kevin Dietsch
  • Elon Musk and then-Twitter CEO Parag Agrawal got dinner together in March 2022.
  • Musk came away from the meeting describing Agrawal as a nice guy, but not the “fire-breathing dragon” Twitter needed.
  • That’s according to an excerpt published in The Wall Street Journal from Walter Isaacson’s forthcoming biography of Musk.

Elon Musk and Parag Agrawal, then the CEO of Twitter, got dinner together in March 2022, and Musk emerged from the meeting thinking Agrawal was missing at least one key quality in a leader.

Walter Isaacson, a writer who spent three years trailing the Tesla CEO, detailed the aftermath of the encounter in his forthcoming biography, “Elon Musk.” The book is set to be published on September 12. The Wall Street Journal ran an excerpt of the biography on August 31.

After the meeting, Musk said Agrawal was a “really nice guy.” But, in Musk’s opinion, being a CEO doesn’t require being liked, Isaacson wrote.

“What Twitter needs is a fire-breathing dragon,” Musk said after that meeting, per Isaacson. “And Parag is not that.”

The context for the meeting — which predates Musk’s $44 billion deal to acquire Twitter and which Isaacson says was held over a secret dinner alongside Twitter’s board chair at the time, Bret Taylor — is important.

Just prior, it had become public knowledge that Musk was buying up stock in the platform still known as Twitter. By spring 2022, Musk had become Twitter’s biggest shareholder.

While this is Isaacson’s retelling of Musk’s version of events, another record of the pair’s dinner exits.

Messages between Musk and Agrawal were released in September 2022 as part of a lawsuit Twitter filed against Musk in July 2022. The messages showed that at least outwardly, the pair seemed cordial after that meeting.

“Hey Elon – great to be connected directly. Would love to chat,” Agrawal wrote in a message to Musk on March 27, 2022.

“Great dinner :),” Musk responded.

“Memorable for multiple reasons,” Agrawal texted. “Really enjoyed it.”

Soon after the dinner, Agrawal announced that Musk was joining Twitter’s board.

But the cracks appeared soon after. In April, Musk fired off a tweet asking “Is Twitter dying?”

Agrawal and Musk then sparred over messages, with Musk writing: “I’m not joining the board. This is a waste of time. Will make an offer to take Twitter private.” Isaacson, too, recounts a similar version of events.

In April, Musk offered to buy Twitter for $54.20 a share in cash while saying he wasn’t confident about Twitter’s management — including Agrawal.

The two also clashed over how many bots were on the social media platform.

A deal was finally agreed upon to take Twitter private in October. One of the first things Musk did was to fire Agrawal.

In April Agrawal, Twitter’s ex-chief financial officer Ned Segal, and Vijaya Gadde, the former legal chief, sued Twitter for $1 million in unpaid bills.

In July, Musk rebranded Twitter to X and said he wanted to “bid adieu” to “all the birds,” referring to Twitter’s logo.

Agrawal did not immediately respond to Insider’s request for comment sent outside regular business hours.

Read the full excerpt from Isaacson’s book on The Wall Street Journal’s website.

Read the original article on Business Insider

Gabon’s Leader, Ali Bongo Ondimba, Was More Admired Abroad Than at Home

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As the all-powerful ruler of oil-rich Gabon, Ali Bongo Ondimba had two passions, music and forests, that forged powerful ties across the world.

An accomplished musician, Mr. Bongo recorded a disco-funk album and lured James Brown and Michael Jackson to Gabon. As president, he built a music studio at his seaside palace and played improv jazz to foreign diplomats at state dinners.

More recently, Mr. Bongo allied with Western scientists and conservationists, entranced by both the paradisiacal beauty of Gabon, an Arizona-sized country covered in lush rainforest and teeming with wildlife, and by his commitment to protecting it.

But to his own people, Mr. Bongo, 64, embodied a family dynasty, founded by his father, which had dominated Gabon for 56 years — until this week, when it came crashing down.

Military officers seized power on Wednesday, hours after election officials declared Mr. Bongo the winner of a disputed election last weekend. Few saw it coming, not least the president. When his own guards came for him, Mr. Bongo seemed genuinely bewildered.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Mr. Bongo, speaking from his home, said in a video that was authenticated and circulated by some of his many Western advisers. “I’m calling on you to make noise.”

It was the latest in a blaze of military takeovers of African countries, toppling weak governments. (“Déjà coup,” said one analyst from Sudan, which had its own coup in 2021.) But while other takeovers were prompted by violent upheaval, in peaceful Gabon it was something else: A sign that the Bongo rule, which held fast for a half-century, had run its course.

There was no sign of Mr. Bongo on Thursday, a day after his plaintive cry for help. The coup leader Gen. Brice Oligui Nguema — a cousin of Mr. Bongo — announced he would be sworn in as “transitional president” next Monday.

Other African leaders, fearing they might be next, took precautions. In neighboring Cameroon, President Paul Biya — in office for 40 years and, at age 90, the world’s oldest serving leader — announced a sudden reshuffle of his country’s military leadership. So, too, did Rwanda, which like Gabon has for decades been ruled by one man.

As Mr. Bongo’s fate hung in the balance, reactions differed. Foreign conservationists expressed worries about what comes next for a country that worked so hard to preserve its pristine forests and seas. Recently, Gabon negotiated a landmark $500 million debt refinancing deal that freed $163 million for marine protection.

“A power vacuum could lead to a free-for-all where poaching, illegal logging and deforestation increase,” said Simon Lewis, a professor of global change science at University College London, who has advised Gabon on climate policy. “The prospect of the Gabonese people gaining major income from their forests could evaporate.”

In Libreville, Gabon’s crowded seaside capital, the verdict was more mixed. “I am free!” cried Alaphine, a young woman in a crowd of coup supporters who declined to give a surname. But Christopher Ngondjet, a 25-year-old law student, said he felt torn.

He welcomed a change from the Bongos, he said, but worried about military rule. “The president did a lot of good things, especially with the environment,” he said. “I don’t know if the generals will have the same interest.”

In many ways, Gabon has more in common with some Persian Gulf states than with its African neighbors. It has a tiny population of 2.3 million people, huge oil wealth and a country that is sparsely inhabited; 88 percent of the land is forest and roads are few.

As oil prices soared in the last quarter of the 20th century, the Bongo family reigned like an undeclared monarchy. President Omar Bongo took power in 1967 and became a close ally of France, Gabon’s former colonial ruler. By most estimates, he fathered at least 53 children with different women, a means of cementing political alliances.

After Omar Bongo died in 2009, the torch passed to Ali, one of his seven “official” sons, who won the presidential election that year.

The Bongos loved the baubles of super wealth — the Bentleys, the Parisian villas, the vacations on the Côte d’Azur. Ali Bongo frequently rode around Libreville in a Rolls-Royce and socialized with King Mohammed of Morocco, an old friend who has a private palace in Gabon.

French investigators accused Mr. Bongo and his family of corruption. But what distinguished their country from nearby oil-rich kleptocracies, like Equatorial Guinea, was that some wealth also flowed down.

Education and health care levels are significantly higher in Gabon than elsewhere in the region. Gifted students are sent to France on government scholarships. Its timber industry provides 30,000 jobs, largely thanks to Mr. Bongo’s insistence that value be added in Gabon, not abroad.

With its orderly markets and palm-lined corniche, Libreville lacks the constant chaos of neighboring capitals. The U.S. Agency for International Development classifies Gabon as a middle-income country.

Certainly, poverty is rife: a report by McKinsey in 2013 estimated that 30 percent of Gabonese lived on $140 a month. Yet even in the poorest parts of Libreville living conditions are better than in much of the region.

Mr. Bongo’s kitchen cabinet is filled with Western advisers who stroll through government offices and in one case was appointed a minister: Lee White, a British-born scientist, who since 2019 has been minister of water, forests, the sea and environment.

About 15 years ago, Mr. Bongo began focusing on the country’s forests — home to western lowland gorillas, forest elephants, chimps and mandrills, and part of the Congo Basin, one of the world’s most important carbon sinks.

Omar Bongo, created 13 national parks covering 10 percent of Gabon’s landmass, and Ali Bongo continued that passion. He flew by helicopter to his private reserve, where he kept lions, tigers, cheetahs, cougars and leopards.

He became a regular at international climate conferences, and courted powerful, wealthy allies. Last year King Charles, who has praised Mr. Bongo’s policies, welcomed him to Buckingham Palace. On a visit to Gabon, Jeff Bezos, the Amazon founder, pledged $35 million for forest preservation.

Mr. Bongo’s advocacy was partly driven by self-interest. It burnished his foreign image and opened doors to a potential fortune in carbon credits — billions of dollars that Mr. Bongo has urged the West to pay Gabon to help preserve its rainforests.

But foreign officials who met Mr. Bongo said his soft-spoken, genteel manner could vanish as he enthused about nature. In a 2016 interview with the Times, Mr. Bongo reminisced about growing up with a pet Siberian tiger and gushed over his current pets in the presidential reserve. “There are so many,” he said, ticking off the names of some of his lions, Goliath and Greta, and a cheetah called Sahara.

But Mr. Bongo’s system began to show cracks. After the financial crash of 2008, a fall in oil prices hit Gabon hard. As the economy slumped, inequality grew more pronounced.

The fleets of Mercedes and Rolls-Royce cars that rolled through the small streets of the capital, parking at fancy seafood restaurants or outside the president’s palace, began to jar more than usual.

In forest communities, farmers complained that growing numbers of hungry elephants — a direct result of Mr. Bongo’s anti-poaching efforts — were eating their crops. Despite oil revenues, they complained, passable roads barely existed outside the capital. “Let the elephants vote for him,” was a slogan of critics during the 2016 election.

In that vote, Mr. Bongo bared his knuckles to stay in power. In his strongholds, voter turnout was an improbable 99 percent. Security forces encircled the opposition party headquarters and at least one person was killed.

Daniel Mengara, founder of the exiled opposition group Bongo Must Go, said oil revenues did help Gabon’s people, but the Bongos skimmed off too much. “We deserve better than what we’ve got and what we’ve got is misery,” he said.

In 2019 Mr. Bongo suffered a stroke and disappeared for 10 months, re-emerging with a cane. His relationship with France faltered: He welcomed Chinese and other investment, and last year Gabon joined the British Commonwealth.

Since 2020, a series of coups has shaken West Africa: first in Mali, then Burkina Faso, Guinea, Sudan and, last month, Niger. Despite threats and sanctions from African and Western powers, none was reversed.

President Bola Tinubu of Nigeria warned of a “contagion of autocracy,” with emboldened soldiers in other countries deciding they should take over, too.

Few imagined Mr. Bongo was in immediate danger. But then he pushed ahead with a contentious election, and the coup makers, led by his own cousin, brought contagion to his door.

Declan Walsh reported from Nairobi, Kenya, and Dionne Searcey from New York. Yann Leyimangoye contributed reporting from Libreville, Gabon.

Humanity’s Ancestors Nearly Died Out, Genetic Study Suggests

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No place on the planet has escaped the influence of Homo sapiens, from the rainforests cleared for farms to microplastic-laced deep oceans to climate-altered jet streams. Last November, the world population reached 8 billion.

But as omnipresent as humans may be today, a team of scientists now claims that our species came very close to never appearing at all.

Researchers in China have found evidence suggesting that 930,000 years ago, the ancestors of modern humans suffered a massive population crash. They point to a drastic change to the climate that occurred around that time as the cause.

Our ancestors remained at low numbers — fewer than 1,280 breeding individuals — during a period known as a bottleneck. It lasted for over 100,000 years before the population rebounded.

“About 98.7 percent of human ancestors were lost at the beginning of the bottleneck, thus threatening our ancestors with extinction,” the scientists wrote. Their study was published on Thursday in the journal Science.

If the research holds up, it will have provocative implications. It raises the possibility that a climate-driven bottleneck helped split early humans into two evolutionary lineages — one that eventually gave rise to Neanderthals, the other to modern humans.

But outside experts said they were skeptical of the novel statistical methods that the researchers used for the study. “It is a bit like inferring the size of a stone that falls into the middle of the large lake from only the ripples that arrive at the shore some minutes later,” said Stephan Schiffels, a population geneticist at Max Planck Institute for Evolutionary Anthropology in Leipzig, Germany.

For decades now, scientists have reconstructed the history of our species by analyzing the genes of living people. The studies all take advantage of the same basic facts of our biology: every baby is born with dozens of new genetic mutations, and some of those mutations can be handed down over thousands or even millions of years.

By comparing genetic variations in DNA, scientists can trace people’s ancestry to ancient populations that lived in different parts of the world, moved around and interbred. They can even infer the size of those populations at different times in history.

These studies have gotten more sophisticated as DNA sequencing technology has grown more powerful. Today, scientists can compare the entire genomes of people from different populations.

Every human genome contains over 3 billion genetic letters of DNA, each of which has been passed down for thousands or millions of years — creating a vast record of our history. To read that history, researchers now use increasingly powerful computers that can carry out the vast numbers of calculations required for more realistic models of human evolution.

Haipeng Li, an evolutionary genomics researcher at Chinese Academy of Sciences in Shanghai, and his colleagues spent over a decade creating their own method for reconstructing evolution.

The researchers named the method FitCoal (short for Fast Infinitesimal Time Coalescent). FitCoal lets scientists cut up history into fine slices of time, allowing them to create a model of a million years of evolution divided into periods of months.

“It is a tool we created to figure out the history of different groups of living things, from humans to plants,” Dr. Li said.

At first he and his colleagues focused on animals like fruit flies. But once enough genetic data from our own species had been sequenced, they turned to the history of humans, comparing the genomes of 3,154 people from 50 populations around the world.

The researchers explored various models in order to find one that best explains today’s genetic diversity among humans. They ended up with a scenario that included a near-extinction event among our ancestors 930,000 years ago.

“We realized we had discovered something big about human history,” said Wangjie Hu, a computational biologist at the Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai in New York and an author of the study.

Before the bottleneck, the scientists concluded, the population of our ancestors included about 98,000 breeding individuals. It then shrank to fewer than 1,280 and stayed that small for 117,000 years. Then the population rebounded.

Dr. Hu and his colleagues argue in their paper that this bottleneck is consistent with the fossil record of our human ancestors.

Our branch of the evolutionary tree split from that of other apes about seven million years ago in Africa. Our ancestors had evolved to be tall and big-brained in Africa by about a million years ago. Afterward, some of those early humans spread out to Europe and Asia, evolving into Neanderthals and their cousins, the Denisovans.

Our own lineage continued to evolve into modern humans in Africa.

After decades of fossil hunting, the record of ancient human relatives remains relatively scarce in Africa in the period between 950,000 and 650,000 years ago. The new study offers a potential explanation: there just weren’t enough people to leave behind many remains, Dr. Hu said.

Brenna Henn, a geneticist at the University of California, Davis, who was not involved in the new study, said that a bottleneck was “one plausible interpretation.” But today’s genetic diversity might have been produced by a different evolutionary history, she added.

For example, humans might have diverged into separate populations then come together again. “It would be more powerful to test alternative models,” Dr. Henn said.

Dr. Hu and his colleagues propose that a global climate shift produced the population crash 930,000 years ago. They point to geological evidence that the planet became colder and drier right around the time of their proposed bottleneck. Those conditions may have made it harder for our human ancestors to find food.

But Nick Ashton, an archaeologist at the British Museum, noted that a number of remains of ancient human relatives dating to the time of the bottleneck have been found outside Africa.

If a worldwide disaster caused the human population in Africa to collapse, he said, then it should have made human relatives rarer elsewhere in the world.

“The number of sites in Africa and Eurasia that date to this period suggests that it only affected a limited population, who may have been ancestors of modern humans,” he said.

Dr. Li and his colleagues also drew attention to the fact that modern humans appear to have split from Neanderthals and Denisovans after their proposed population crash. They speculate that the two events are related.

The researchers noted that most apes have 24 pairs of chromosomes. Humans have only 23, thanks to the fusion of two sets. After the crash, the scientists suggest, a fused set of chromosomes may have arisen and spread through the tiny population.

“All humans with 24 pairs of chromosomes became extinct, while only the small isolated population with 23 pairs of chromosomes fortunately survived and passed down from generation to generation,” said Ziqian Hao, a bioinformatics researcher at Shandong First Medical University and an author of the study.

But Dr. Schiffels isn’t buying the story of the bottleneck quite yet: “The finding is very surprising indeed, and I think the more surprising the claim, the better the evidence should be.”

4 Days, 690 Miles, Countless Stalls: Behold the ‘World’s Longest Yard Sale’

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To the visitor driving in from out of state, the 127 Yard Sale seems like a kind of Ironman for thrifters. The “world’s longest yard sale” is a test of endurance and attention. Spanning six states, 690 miles and thousands of stalls, it traverses dramatic landscapes, delicate cultural terrain and two time zones. Seeing it all in the four allotted days — Aug. 3 to 6 this year — is enough to induce vertigo in even the most stable-minded deal hunter. But some of us are foolish enough to try anyway.

The event was designed to promote cultural and economic exchange. In 1987, Mike Walker, then a 28-year-old county executive in Jamestown, Tenn., conceived of it as a way to lure travelers off the Interstate and into the small towns along U.S. Route 127, from Jamestown to Covington, Ky. In the following decades, it spread south to Georgia and Alabama and inched north to Ohio and then Michigan.

The 127 Yard Sale is fluid, kinetic, alive. This makes it a bit hard to find its official beginning. Driving down 127, I started to see “yard sale” signs long before reaching its northernmost point in Addison, Mich. We asked some guys at a gas station where they thought it started. They pointed to a nearby Baptist church, and soon we were standing in an orderly marketplace on a plot of pine and grass. Here I saw the first arrays of glassware, the first piles of free naked dolls, the dubbed VHS tapes, the loose silverware, the lines of floating dresses.

This couldn’t be a contiguous sale — or could it? The Facebook group I’d joined suggested that Michigan was the sparsest section. But even here, we could hardly drive a quarter mile without spying a Sharpied invitation to a “Barn Sale” a mile away, or “Thousands of Items, CHEAP, 4th House on Your Left.” A subtle terror began to take hold — a respect for the enormous scale of the thing.

“You’re never going to make it,” a gentleman in a chicken-patterned Havana shirt informed me, with his wife by his side, nodding. “You’re not even in Ohio yet and look how much time you spent talking to us.” I was ashamed to tell them that this was only our second stop. Tracy Tupman and Megan Mateer turned out to be co-owners of a prop rental company in Ohio — and veterans of the yard sale. They pull up here every year in an empty truck and trailer that they expect to fill up well before the last day. Intentional thrifters, they came prepared with a list of objects they hope to secure for future productions.

They showed me their DeLorme road atlas, dog-eared, with ballpoint asterisks. “That town around Carthagena has a big chicken,” Tracy said. “It’s about 20 feet tall. You can’t miss it.” We did miss it, but only because we ignored their parting advice: “Don’t go off-road. “If you’ve ended up in a single household front yard, you’re off-track.”

Before too long, the 127 Yard Sale starts to seem like a survey of American manufacturing. Flotsam from Michigan’s automotive industry has made its way downstream into the gumline of nearby Appalachia, and every lawn seemed to bear the car companies’ merch: plaques, plates, paperweights, duffel bags, key fobs, deadstock stationery, promotional wrench sets, watches engraved with commemorations of forgotten journeymen.

That first morning, I bought an old cotton sweater. After watching me pay for it and immediately return for some Wedgwood dessert plates, a fellow thrifter warned my boyfriend to keep our money separate, lest I wipe him out by Ohio. At the edge of the parking lot a sign said, “The Lord Will Provide.”

One of the remarkable things about exploring America by car is that you can begin to feel the states change long before you see the signs. Mile by mile, the landscape changes imperceptibly — the grass slowly changes hues, the sky inches closer or begins to hold its clouds differently. As we crossed the state line into Ohio, corn gave way to sunflowers, low fruiting trees replaced pines. Yellow roadside diamonds urged respect toward horse-drawn carriages.

Mennonites became fixtures of the sale. They sold traditional items: dilly beans, horse-churned ice cream, fresh-cut flowers, wooden carvings and a heartbreaking number of puppies. Their children were shy but excitable in the face of so many nonbelievers. Among the piles of pilled Lycra blends and polyesters, their plain dress stood out. It read as luxury, utilitarian haute couture. I bought myself a bonnet at one of their stands. Nodding approvingly, the seller informed me: “Most of our customers are defiant women.”

Deep in farm country, the pull of northern industrial towns could still be felt. One couple had a baroque volume of German sausage recipes, published by the Oscar Mayer corporation. The owners knew it was one of their prize pieces. The husband grew up in Wisconsin near one of the sausage conglomerate’s biggest factories and told me that it shut down a few years back. There were only a few copies left, he said.

The number of sales increased in Kentucky. People were friendly, chatty, open about everything but their politics. The church may reign supreme here, but people don’t pretend to be purists. They’re frank about their lapses and relapses. I heard people telling their neighbors, friends and perfect strangers about treatment centers for opioid addiction, about loved ones struggling through it, about those who didn’t make it and where their graves are.

Sometimes the friendliness and good humored conversation masked an anxiety about making a sale. My boyfriend flirted with buying a chicken-shaped fan, discounted because of its missing tail. The two women selling it — good-humored friends who had helped each other through a series of hardships — were proud of the piece, and disappointed when we left without it. “We’ve only made $8 so far,” they said. They had a bunch of photo frames for sale, one of them containing a sign for a diaper raffle. A sign over another stall advertised “Old Bottles and Basset Hound Puppies.” The seller’s son held one of the fat-bellied puppies — $450 each — tenderly in his lap, sad to see them go. A nearby needlepoint wall hanging, listed for 50 cents, read: “Friends are the best collectibles.”

The dream of interstate exchange seems to be flagging these days. Vendors seemed surprised when they learned I’d come from New York, and could recall the handful of other tourists they’d encountered.

To the novice, the sales seemed to be buzzing, but almost every vendor told us otherwise. A number of people speculated that high gas prices and heat were keeping people away. It was better attended in 2020, when Covid was moving like brush fire.

Like many vendors I spoke to, Lisa Hardin said this would probably be her last time participating. At a little intersection in Junction Station, Ky., she was selling oval bowls made from buckeye, Ohio’s slender state tree with a signature steel-blue grain. They were exquisite pieces, at once natural and high design. Her grandfather started making these in the 1970s. He taught her brother and cousin the craft, but wood dust and working life got in the way. Once these 10 bowls on the table were gone, the tradition would be, too.

Heat-dumb and anxious to keep moving, I found the $50 price tag a bit rich for my blood. About 15 miles away, the bowl started to haunt me as only a great shopping mistake can. That was a special item, I told myself; it had sung to me. I could imagine children I don’t have fighting over it when I’m dead. I tried to find Lisa’s bowls on the internet, but like a lot of the treasure here it was painfully offline.

Soon the temperature became unbearable. Vendors took open-mouth naps in their stadium chairs or vans. “I don’t know why the sale has to happen in August,” Ashley Klette, a teacher’s aid in Owenton, Ky., told me. Buyers moved slowly, looking closely as they navigated bins, shelves and boxes, the hedge maze of tents. They had the soft gaze of bird watchers, coming into ponderous focus when they spotted something that piqued their interest.

Almost every major stop had a Trump-merch stall. Confederate flags were another reliable presence, often alongside switchblades, crossbows, weed-leaf bucket hats and pink rhinestoned T-shirts. Some 50-odd yard sales in, the repetition became hypnotic. And we had yet to reach its epicenter, where the whole thing started.

When we drove into Tennessee, it was all blue fog, green leaves and black stone rivers. The roads switch-backed up mountains, a collar of trees protecting motorists from the fact of their ascension till the sky suddenly split open onto a vista. One sale, wedged in the curve of a mountain pass, had a table filled with Fisher-Price and Mattel toys that hummingbirds were trying to pollinate.

In Tennessee, the 127 Yard Sale scales up. The whole thing is professionalized. There were major stops every few miles. People ate ribbon potatoes, pulled pork, funnel cakes and fried pies, drank sweet tea from food trucks and lemonade from children’s stands. Ice-cold water was sold from coolers for $1.

Neighbors brought each other potatoes and tomatoes and eggs, gossiped, complained about the heat, shared their finds.

I met a man in Pall Mall, Tenn., minding his daughter’s yard sale and feeding her chickens the biscuit part of his breakfast sandwich. We introduced ourselves — “Joe Poor, spelled like the opposite of rich.” I gushed about how gothically pretty this part of the country is. “They say God waved his hand over Fentress County twice,” he replied.

Saturday, the third day of the sale, had a kind of euphoria to it. Sweaty and dirty, I’d snagged a hand-painted “Wizard of Oz” dish set for $20, a heavy cluster of silver Figaro chains with dice charms, a knockoff Gaultier dress, a silk handkerchief, a Victorian candy dish for my cat and a purse shaped like a bullfrog.

In the late afternoon, temperatures edged up toward 100. Deals happened fast. The objects on display, it seemed, were the last things worth buying; anything desirable would be snatched up this very hour, and it was only getting hotter, brighter and denser.

In Cumberland County, a Memphis-fever-dream dollhouse — aqua-glass brick exterior, heart-shaped Jacuzzi, a lacquered spiral staircase — caught my eye. The owner, Myra Ramsey, hadn’t missed the sale once in the last 35 years. I was curious to know how it’s changed. “The biggest change is less people,” she said. “A lot less people.”

In the early years, she told me, U.S. Route 127 was bumper-to-bumper traffic as far as the eye could see. Her husband had to perform makeshift crossing-guard duties to get their cows across the road for twice-a-day milking. Salegoers hung out in the backs of trucks with their van doors open, the road itself becoming a kind of event, even if it took an hour to go a mile.

On the last morning of the sale, a storm front announced itself, circling up from the Gulf. The southern tip of the sale had been hit a few days earlier. Extreme weather is the bane of all outdoor commerce. If vendors were checking their phones — a rare sight around here — it was to check the forecast, now so intimately intertwined with their fortunes.

The skies oscillated between drizzle and total downpour. It felt like the end of the party. What was left felt ragged, patchy, a mass grave of objects that failed to find their next home. Abandoning our end-to-end ambitions was unthinkable at this point, though, so despite the rain we sped south. There were another 100 miles and two states, after all.

On the short detour through northern Georgia, the sale departed from its eponymous route. The official website, which is charmingly early internet, gives turn-by-turn instructions, a throwback to the days of MapQuest, when you had to print out instructions and actually mind the road signs. It was a huge comfort to reach Alabama, where the sale returns to its one-road principle.

The day was still and loud, and the drizzle made steam rise off mulch piles and muddy fields. The sky was green, then gray. A full-blown tempest hit, the downpour overwhelming the wipers, wind shaking the car, lightning spraying horizontally across the sky. On this final stretch, the yard sales were plentiful but unmanned. Apparently, the sellers had warily rebuilt their displays after the storm had passed and abandoned them again at the first hint of recurrence.

Our hope flared up again during a short dry spell. We got out at a fairground and inspected a downed pole, twisted with a dozen sodden Trump flags, wrapped up like a crepe. As we neared the final stop, in Gadsden, Ala., we saw what had driven everyone away. Stalls had been tossed like chip bags in the wind, trees were snapped in half, power lines were down, shards of goods were tossed to the woods like offerings. The temporariness of the yard sale had reasserted itself, now as calamity.

Stepping out of the car in Gadsden, with no more sales to look forward to, felt like getting off a treadmill. The movement of the sale was now within me. Every time I saw old stuff piled outside someone’s house, something in me jumped. I was surrounded by a version of the world I had known before: multistory buildings, paved parking lots, so many cars headed in all directions, big businesses, and the people and their lives that maintain all this commerce, and I started to see it wholesale, and then in parts. I could imagine all these buildings turned inside out and shaken like jeans pockets, all the stuff splayed on the lawn — relics, fossils, salvage.

Kendall Waldman is a freelance photographer and location scout based in Brooklyn. You can follow her work on Instagram.


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Travel Apps and Websites for Last-Minute Labor Day Plans

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If you found a flight but aren’t purchasing a package, you’ll most likely need a place to stay. HotelTonight is a great resource for discount hotel rooms, with the home page search defaulting to “Tonight,” though you can book 100 days out. Unlocking the Daily Drop feature, available once a day for only 15 minutes, offers further discounts — but nonrefundable rates — on a specific hotel. (Like many travel websites, HotelTonight says many of its best deals are found only on its app.)

Hot Deals is a feature on Hotwire’s hotel results page after you have entered your search specifics. Click on the Hot Deals tab, and the page shows a list of hotels with their daily rates, ratings, location and amenities, but the traveler does not see the name of the hotel until booking. All sales are final.

Hotels.com shows deals directly on its home page, showing a range of destinations but limited to the upcoming weekend. (The company offers steeper discounts to members of its free loyalty program.) It’s also worth checking Roomer, an online marketplace for verified nonrefundable hotel rooms that other travelers are looking to unload.

For budget-minded travelers, consider a camping trip. On Tentrr, where you can search by region or type of location (think lake or river), campers can get $25 off on accommodations booked through Sept. 4. Hipcamp has a dedicated Labor Day weekend section, or try your luck on ReserveAmerica and Recreation.gov, the booking site for the National Park Service and other federal lands. If you plan on camping regularly in the next year, consider signing up for the Dyrt’s Pro Plan ($36 a year), which grants access to campsites, offline maps and discounts, or for Harvest Hosts, a membership platform that allows self-contained campers like camper vans and R.V.s to park at wineries, breweries, farms and more (from $99 a year).

Maybe you don’t feel like rushing to grab a last-minute flight this weekend. In general, Labor Day weekend centers on domestic travel, or three-day-friendly destinations, said Katy Nastro, a travel expert with Going. And more people drive, she added, than fly.

In Detroit, a French Brasserie That Feels Like a Portal to Paris

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The Brazilian artist Wanda Pimentel’s “Envolvimento” paintings (1968-84) are hard-edged domestic vignettes — kitchens, bathrooms, the insides of cars — rendered in a lean, almost festive palette of mostly reds, greens and yellows. In these claustrophobic spaces, feminine-seeming thighs, ankles, feet and hands make fetishistic cameos, jutting out at awkward angles or lingering near water puddles and toilet-paper rolls. Sometimes, they’re framed by thick, windowpane-like lines that cast the viewer as a peeping Tom. “The house is not only a space of intimacy but also of fear,” says Alexandre Gabriel of São Paulo’s Fortes D’Aloia & Gabriel gallery, which will present Pimentel’s work at the Independent 20th Century art fair in New York City next month.

If Pimentel’s scenes deliberately suffocate, those of the American abstractionist Mildred Thompson, who died in 2003, catapult us outward. Her show at Independent 20th Century, curated by Mary Sabbatino of Galerie Lelong & Co., will be the first time the public sees her 1970s “Window Paintings.” Thompson’s best-known canvases are crammed with marks resembling confetti explosions and colliding tornadoes, meant to show what is unseen in our world — particles, energy, the vibrations of sound — as a great cosmic funk. The motifs in the “Window Paintings” are more easily recognizable: Made in Tampa, Fla., they seem to be psychedelic beachscapes. In one from 1977, a vast green sky and block of sand are framed by beach-towel-bright curtains. It’s an idyllic, open vista, without a person in sight. Independent 20th Century runs from Sept. 7 through Sept. 10, independenthq.com.


Eat Here

On a sunny corner in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn, Suea and Carol Song have opened Dae, a space inspired by Korean cafe culture. With backgrounds in food and fashion, respectively, the duo wanted to create a casual meeting place for coffee, cocktails and small plates, while also highlighting their favorite housewares creators. A window seat in the entryway is cozy beneath a white pillow installation by the artist Terry Park that cascades from the ceiling. Music plays softly from transparent acrylic speakers that were created especially for the space by the Seoul-based designer Erika Cox. For refreshments, you can choose coffee from the Korean roaster Anthracite, teas harvested on Jeju Island by the company Osulloc or cocktails like the Maesil Spritz (fermented green plum liqueur and yuzu). Dae’s seasonal menu also currently includes milk bread and butter, and pita with kimchi labneh. And for those who want to take some of that serene aesthetic away with them, Dae sells a selection of home goods such as incense from the Toronto-based Korean bathing brand Binu Binu and hand-hammered metal coffee filters and forks hung with charms by Studio YeoDong Yu. daenewyork.com.

Loro Piana, the Italian tailor and textile producer, is known as one of the world’s foremost manufacturers of cashmere wool. Every year, the company harvests it from the longhaired goats that reside in Central Asia, usually in early spring when the animals naturally shed their fur. Almost a century after its founding in 1924 in the Piedmontese village of Quarano, Loro Piana is introducing Loro, a seven-piece capsule collection of clothing and accessories made from recycled cashmere fibers extracted from the house’s knitwear production surplus, a fabric that the brand refers to as re-cashmere. The process, conceived to reduce waste and salvage material, begins with the manual removal of zippers, closures and stitching on leftover garments and accessories like sweaters, gloves and scarves. The fabric and knitwear scraps are sorted by color, washed, unraveled, then blended with undyed cashmere, resulting in a quality indistinguishable from that of an all-new knit. The yarns are not overdyed (a common technique to achieve bright color), resulting in an earthy palette that includes shades of oatmeal, rust and a smoky gray. Pieces include turtlenecks, V-neck sweaters, scarves and hats in an expansive size range running from a child’s M to 4XL. The whole collection is gender-inclusive; after all, loro translates from Italian to the neutral “they.” From $450, loropiana.com.


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Detroit has sometimes been called the Paris of the Midwest and, as of last week, the city has a new brasserie that might easily suit the French capital: Le Suprême, located in Book Tower, a recently restored mixed-use building downtown. Method Co., the company behind the Pinch hotel in Charleston, S.C., and the Quoin in Wilmington, Del., among others, oversaw the concept and design, which includes a green-tiled cafe and barroom, a main dining room accented with oxblood leather booths and antique sconces and a 24-seat private dining room. The breakfast menu includes housemade pastries and bread, which guests can eat while sitting on wooden benches designed to mimic the seating at Paris Metro stations. The eclectic artwork displayed on the walnut-paneled walls includes old jazz concert posters from Detroit and photographs inspired by France’s Le Mans car race. The restaurant’s menu features seafood towers as well as a range of Parisian specialties, such as moules frites, soupe à l’oignon gratinée and steak au poivre. lesupremedetroit.com.


For the past decade, the Paris and Marrakesh-based communications consultant Pierre Collet worked with the Swiss art patron Maja Hoffmann while she oversaw the transformation of an old rail yard in Arles, France, that would ultimately become the 27-acre Luma museum complex. As he helped establish a new cultural center for the city, Collet noticed something else was missing. “For some reason it was hard to find good bread in Arles,” he says. When he proposed launching a bakery, Hoffmann signed on as partner, and Le Sauvage opened this August, offering a short menu of artisanal breads and pastries, all made with organic flour. Soon Le Sauvage will also offer bouquets of local, seasonal wildflowers, as well as baking classes to local schoolchildren. The New York City-based Labo Design Studio created the interiors — a contrast of natural stone surfaces and a modern curved white terrazzo counter, with a wall of colored glass panels by the artist duo Aurélie Abadie and Sauques Samuel. “We want to celebrate original craftsmanship in all forms,” Collet says. instagram.com/le_sauvage_arles.


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Eurozone Inflation Holds Steady at 5.3 Percent

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Consumer prices in the eurozone rose 5.3 percent in August compared with a year earlier, sticking at the same pace as the previous month and defying economists’ expectations for a slowdown, according to an initial estimate by the statistics agency of the European Union.

While inflation has slowed materially from its peak of above 10 percent in October last year, there are signs that some inflationary pressures are persistent, even as bloc’s economy weakens. Food inflation was again the largest contributor to the headline rate, rising 9.8 percent from a year earlier on average across the 20 countries that use the euro currency.

Inflation was also given some upward momentum by a jump in energy costs, which rose 3.2 percent in August from the previous month.

Core inflation, which strips out food and energy prices, and is used as a gauge of domestic price pressures, slowed to 5.3 percent, from 5.5 percent in July.

In some of the eurozone’s largest economies, rebounding energy prices offset slowing food inflation. The annual rate of inflation accelerated to 5.7 percent in France and to 2.4 percent in Spain this month.

In Spain, inflation had fallen below 2 percent, the European Central Bank’s target, in June, but has since climbed back above it.

Inflation in Germany, Europe’s largest economy, was 6.4 percent in August, slowing only slightly from the previous month, as household energy and motor fuel costs increased.

The acceleration of inflation in some of the region’s largest economies arrives two weeks before the European Central Bank’s next policy meeting. As analysts parse the data, the question is whether the reports are troubling enough to persuade policymakers to raise interest rates again at their mid-September meeting. The central bank has raised rates nine consecutive times, by 4.25 percentage points in about a year, and there is growing evidence that higher rates are restraining the economy, particularly as lending declines.

Last month, Christine Lagarde, the president of the central bank, said she and her colleagues had “an open mind” about the decision in September and subsequent meetings. Policymakers are trying to strike a balance between raising rates enough to stamp out high inflation, while not causing unnecessary economic pain.

“We might hike, and we might hold,” she said. “And what is decided in September is not definitive; it may vary from one meeting to the other.”

On Thursday, before the eurozone data was released, Isabel Schnabel, a member of the bank’s executive board, said that “underlying price pressures remain stubbornly high, with domestic factors now being the main drivers of inflation in the euro area.” This meant a “sufficiently restrictive” policy stance was needed to return inflation to the bank’s 2 percent target “in a timely manner,” she added.

What Courtney Dauwalter Learned in the Pain Cave

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After running for 60 miles through snow, up steep, root-filled switchbacks with thousands of feet of elevation gain, Courtney Dauwalter entered what she calls her pain cave. For the next 40 miles of the Western States 100-Mile Endurance Run through California’s Sierra Nevada, she imagined she was holding a chisel and chipping away at the furthest reaches of her pain, while staying focused on every step she took. By the time Dauwalter crossed the finish line in 15 hours, 29 minutes and 33 seconds, she had obliterated the women’s course record by more than an hour and had run the 23rd-fastest time, by anyone, in the race’s 45-year history.

To put Dauwalter’s time in perspective, it would have won the men’s division of Western States — arguably the most competitive 100-mile race in the world — every year from 1978 through 2009. Scott Jurek won Western States seven times (most recently in 2005) but never once ran as fast as Dauwalter did this year. She beat a 1994 Western State record set by Ann Trason, who won the race 14 times, by more than two hours.

Dauwalter is one of the most colorful characters in ultrarunning. She is known for her love of candy, nachos and beer, as well as her loose shorts and her vivid on-course hallucinations, which are illustrated on hats and T-shirts. In the past 10 years, she has won more than 50 races of 30 miles or longer. In 2017, she won a 240-mile race in Moab, Utah, by 10 hours. In winning Big Dog’s Backyard Ultra in 2020, she ran 283 miles and hallucinated that Mickey Mouse was standing on a circus stage handing out T-shirts to a crowd.

Now she is trying to do something even the most accomplished ultrarunners would consider extraordinary: win three highly competitive 100-mile races in a single summer. Twenty days after her performance at Western States, she won the grueling Hardrock 100 in Silverton, Colo., breaking her own record by 20 minutes and placing fourth overall. This weekend, seven weeks after winning Hardrock, she will toe the line at the Ultra Trail du Mont-Blanc, a brutally steep, 106-mile race in Chamonix, France, with terrain more suited to billy goats than humans. She has won the race twice and currently holds the women’s record.

“In general, I am pretty tired,” said Dauwalter, whose mottos when things get tough in a race are “This is fine” and “Be brave and believe.” She said running all three races was not the plan at first, but that she just had to try it.

“I am so curious what will happen and excited to test myself,” she said.

Lanky and blond, with a deep tan, expressive blue eyes and permanent laugh lines, Dauwalter, 38, believes one of the greatest evolutions in her running career has been her embrace of the “pain cave.” Initially, she thought of it as the place where she could no longer bear the suffering and would have to stop running. Indeed, she quit the first 100-mile race she attempted in 2012 because she was overwhelmed by pain. But as she ran more races, she started to understand that she could work through it. She said she envisioned herself in a hard hat, wielding a chisel and “going to town, trying to make it a dust pile while I am in there.”

She continued: “It feels like this is a special opportunity every time it arrives because we can’t summon it whenever we want. We have to be doing something hard, push ourselves, and then maybe we will get the chance to go in. And if we do, we should celebrate that we get to be there.”

Sitting on a deck that overlooks the Rockies at her home in Leadville, Colo., on a sunny, mid-August afternoon, Dauwalter sipped a fruity seltzer and pointed to two 14,000-foot mountains that she often runs to from her house. In a sport where most elite runners have a coach and map out their training schedules weeks in advance, Dauwalter trains herself and does not know how many miles she will run on any given day. Her mornings usually begin around 4 a.m. with a cup of coffee with vanilla crunch creamer. She responds to emails, then does about 40 minutes of strength training. By 7 a.m., she hits the trail and runs for an hour to five hours. She often adds a bike ride and a second run with her husband, Kevin Schmidt.

“I try and go into every week really open to whatever happens so that I will actually tune into my body and listen to it,” said Dauwalter, who wears a running watch but does not post her workouts on popular running apps like Strava, as many ultrarunners do. “If I go into a week thinking it is going to be a really big mileage week or I have all these grand ideas about it, then I find it harder to listen to my body and actually respond to what it is telling me.” Her big mileage weeks are often 140 miles.

Schmidt, a software engineer who said he didn’t know about ultramarathons until he met Dauwalter over a decade ago, tracks the possible mile splits she could have and meticulously plans the support stations along the course. Though Schmidt sets time goals, the couple does not focus on them or get too confident about a race until Dauwalter is at the finish line. In 2019, she was leading Western States, but had to drop out at mile 80 because of a leg injury. In 2021, her stomach issues were so severe at Hardrock that she couldn’t go on. Even when all goes as planned, random events can intervene, like when Dauwalter had to go off course to avoid a moose or lost her vision when her corneas swelled from the dust on the trail.

The pair said that nutrition is now a big part of their plan. A friend who works as a dietitian said Dauwalter had stomach problems in races because she was not getting enough calories. Dauwalter now picks up a plastic bag at each support station filled with an assortment of gels and energy waffles and carries water and a sports drink. Her job is to hand back a bag with empty wrappers.

Schmidt believes Dauwalter’s supportive family and her athletic background in her home state of Minnesota helped her learn to be aware of what she was feeling. She ran cross-country in high school and was a state champion Nordic skier, which earned her a skiing scholarship to the University of Denver.

“She had fantastic parents who raised her really well, encouraged her to be competitive and didn’t put restrictions on her, so she never felt like she couldn’t compete against her brothers,” Schmidt said. “And she had really great coaches who taught her how to be in tune with her body, which I think has helped her have this very unstructured training format that works for her.”

Meghan Hicks, the editor in chief of iRunFar, an ultrarunning website, said many runners unintentionally set limitations on themselves by focusing on a course record and the splits it will take to beat it.

“Courtney does not work that way,” she said. “She goes and runs by the way she is feeling.”

Hicks said Dauwalter has “a wide-open approach that you don’t see a lot of runners doing and I think that is perhaps part of her key to success.”

Dauwalter’s performances have led some to wonder whether women will become faster than men as distances get longer. Dr. Sandra Hunter, the director for the Athletic and Human Performance Research Center at Marquette University, said they will not. Men’s physiological and anatomical advantages, including less body fat, greater hemoglobin and higher oxygen uptake, mean that they will always be faster overall, she said.

For example, Jim Walmsley, who holds the men’s record for Western States with a time that is about 9 percent faster than Dauwalter’s. According to an article in Sports Medicine, in major ultra trail races where the best men and women are present, this number rarely dips below 8 percent. That was the difference between Dauwalter’s time and the fastest men’s time at Ultra Trail du Mont-Blanc in 2021. The gap between the best male and female performances for running events from sprints to marathons usually hovers around 10 to 12 percent.

“There is a fundamental sex difference between males and females that won’t go away,” Hunter said. But Hicks said women have reached a place in ultrarunning where they need not be compared to men because their performances are valid without that comparison — a view widely held by women in the sport.

Hunter said Dauwalter’s running economy, which is measured by the oxygen consumption of a runner at a set speed and often improves as runners get older, may be superior to most other participants in the sport. While there has been a boom of women ultramarathoners, there are still far fewer women than men in ultra running, and they usually run shorter distances like the 50K. Hunter said that Dauwalter’s stellar performance shows that there is still a great deal of room for women to evolve.

Dauwalter, who is known for being generous with her time and cheering on the people around her, continues to elevate others in the sport, especially women, Hicks said. In 2020, when Hicks set the fastest known supported women’s time in a roughly 90-mile challenge called Nolan’s 14, which involves hiking and running 14 14,000-foot mountains, Dauwalter paced her through the night, telling jokes and stories to make the time pass. Around midnight, she asked Hicks if she wanted a bite of pizza and pulled out a slice wrapped in tinfoil from her pack.

“Who does that?” Hicks asked. “Maybe your husband or your best friend? But who in the top of the sport is doing that?”

Dauwalter’s approach to the business of running reflects her desire to lift others in the sport. She used her sponsorship with Salomon to influence a new line of women’s running shorts that are longer and looser than most shorts on the market. Dauwalter hopes that the shorts will give women another option to be comfortable and that maybe “the length is the thing that makes someone get out on the trail and try.”

She also wants to inject some humor into what can be an intense pursuit. Recently, Tailwind Nutrition debuted a “Make New Friends” line of T-shirts and hats featuring images that Dauwalter has seen in hallucinations on the trail: a giant cowboy, puppets on a swing set, a giraffe.

John Medinger, the former publisher of UltraRunning Magazine, has been at every Western States since 1983 and has collected statistics on the race for over four decades. Dauwalter’s performance can’t be quantified, he said. No runner has posted times like hers in such a wide range of races — fast ones, steep ones, extraordinarily long ones and races of attrition in which the last person standing wins.

“There are courses for horses and horses for courses, but I’m not sure there’s a course that isn’t a good one for Courtney,” he said.