If she only had a sense of smell, Alison Bernstein has told friends, she would be perfect. But as it is, she wanders the world cut off from the sensations and signals that guide those around her. She can’t identify her boyfriend by the smell left on his shirts. When she passes the Nuts4Nuts vendor, and friends exclaim over the delightful aroma, she can only nod and smile.
"As a first-year you take the exact same courses as med students… I got to saw a guy’s head open to take out the brain. The only difference was while med students were taking clinical stuff we were taking watercolor, Photoshop, carbon dusting...”
Caffeine is a member of the same family as strychnine and emetine, the deadly agent in hemlock. Legend has it that Voltaire drank 50 cups a day, and when his doctor warned him that coffee was considered a slow poison, he replied: "I think it must be so, for I have been drinking it for 65 years and I am not dead yet!" Bet Socrates would have preferred a cappuccino, eh?
My brain could no longer tell my legs what to do, nor could my legs fill my brain in on what was going on down there.
As much as any high school couple, Gotham's pigeons expose their exploits to all who share their metropolis. On subway platforms, parks and crowded midtown streets you can find hot packages of pigeon strutting, showing their stuff, and getting — yup — some tail.