Franzen-mania reaches new, dizzy (as induced by glasslessness) heights. That photo is an excellent example of the best-pal-potential. We even have spec-synergy, or specnergy perhaps.
On further examination of the image, I’m curious as to the two apparent cosmopolitans he has managed to put away. Considering this and the shirt he is wearing, I’m making a wild guess we were enjoying a casual after work catch up with him and Carrie Bradshaw (or Oprah.) Until he made some quip about consumerism and she dashed home to cry into her Mac book and write about how shoes are like men, are like shoes, are like dogs, are like shoes, are like men, are like New York in the fall.
This post changed tack quite rapidly. Franzen Fantasies will do that, I suppose. As will a lingering hatred of Carrie Bradshaw.
Sight and oversight seem to be haunting the poor fellow. Trust the Brits to publish an uncorrected Freedom, a bold new move in our passive aggressive chapter.
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