More On My Love of Roger Ebert

I've always trusted Roger Ebert's movie reviews. For as long as I can remember, I've looked to his thumbs for film advice. I knew he had cancer, and had lost the use of his voice, but did not realize the severity of his condition. He cannot speak, drink or eat. He has no tongue. His communication is limited to gestures, scribbling notes and more gesturing. And yet he's written a cook book, dedicated to the rice cooker of all things. This NYT article touches on all this, but mostly Ebert discusses food. It's not about yoga, I know, but it's just too good to miss.