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NYT-1201: STATE OF THE ART A Thermostat That's Clever, Not ...

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h a long sock and a winter hat.<br />

The pair got onto a southbound A train at 207th St<br />

reet. After Dr. Foreman chose a corner seat, Dr. B<br />

azil sat across from him to take notes. When the t<br />

rain left the station at 6:09 p.m., it seemed unli<br />

kely that Dr. Foreman would get any sleep. The tra<br />

in’s operator screeched the cars along as if she w<br />

ere training for Formula One. She shouted into the<br />

loudspeakers that her train was late, and peeled<br />

from stop to stop.<br />

Dr. Foreman yawned, folded his arms, crossed his l<br />

egs and shut his eyes. He opened his eyes when the<br />

train stopped. His eyes fluttered when several ne<br />

urologists boarded and chatted over his shoulder.<br />

The train jostled. He opened his eyes and yawned d<br />

eeply.<br />

By 6:18 p.m., two minutes after Dr. Foreman left t<br />

he 168th Street station, he looked as if he was fa<br />

lling asleep. He first held his head up and kept h<br />

is arms crossed. But he let his head nod back and<br />

forth slightly. Then his head fell, and he dozed u<br />

ntil 59th Street — no doubt aided by the uninterru<br />

pted run from 125th Street. As the doors opened at<br />

59th Street, Dr. Foreman jumped up and hopped off<br />

the train.<br />

After they briefly celebrated what looked like a s<br />

uccessful subway nap, the doctors boarded an uptow<br />

n train to see if Dr. Foreman could fall asleep ag<br />

ain. Dr. Foreman found a seat lodged between two p<br />

assengers. He put on his jacket hood, crossed his<br />

legs, folded his arms and let his head fall. While<br />

the conductor was quieter on this train, Dr. Fore<br />

man could not get back to sleep. At 145th Street,<br />

when a vendor stood before him and shouted that he<br />

was selling four DVDs for $10, Dr. Foreman opened<br />

his eyes widely.<br />

“No luck,” he said.

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