(photo c/o Hadley Cooper)
By MICHELLE SLATALLAPublished: December 7, 2009
I look at the book in my hands and think, where was I? I re-read: “I’m Homer, the blind brother. I didn’t lose my sight all at once.” I could really go for a bowl of soup right now. Or chili. Chili is very warming during the rainy season when you are cold. Also, it probably has mold-fighting capabilities, like garlic. Or vitamin C.
I try again: “I’m Homer, the blind brother.” Vitamin C is a fraud, though. Who was that guy back in the 1960s who thought it would cure everything, even cancer? I put down the book for a moment and search Wikipedia for “Vitamin C.” Then I check my e-mail, because I have not done that for at least 10 minutes. Then I hear a friendly chirp, from myiPhone, which signals an incoming text message, so I read that and send a reply.
I look at the clock. And then, casually, I put the book that I have been assaulting for nearly a half hour, getting nowhere, onto the coffee table. (read more on http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/10/fashion/10SPY.html)
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