Anthony Bourdain

Black Swan

Abord the Yorikke!
“As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life — and travel — leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks — on your body or on your heart — are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.”
Anthony Bourdain

d gray

tried to do his best but could not
Founding member
yeah i was shocked to read that this morning. i enjoyed his show and read his first memoir about becoming a chef.

it's always disturbing when people who have conquered the world doing what they do decide to check out.


"The law is wrong; I am right"
It was quite a shock to read he's dead. It's a crying shame he took his own life. I wonder why but I guess we'll never know. I loved watching his travels around the world which always were about average people and their food and never about gourmet restaurants only few people can afford to visit.
I haven't really been able to come to terms with it yet, but I suppose that I don't have to. A seemingly gifted and happy person was struggling with demons. I'm fortunate to not have any relationship with said demons. My life ain't great (some aspects are; in the wife and dog areas, to be specific) but it's sure as hell is worth living out. It's hard to understand how badly depression can alter that view, and I've very much been there. I was lucky; I got out.

d gray

tried to do his best but could not
Founding member
i liked him even more when he did a segment with the fighting Diaz bothers...
I watched his shows, liked the fact that he had a program on Burroughs and one on Jim Harrison in Montana and I seemed to recall a Bukowski reference which I just located turns out to have been in Bourdain's show on Mississippi:

BOURDAIN: What kind of socialist, communist are you up to, Currence? What -- what -- what's going on here? This is the state of Mississippi.

CURRENCE: Just a feel-good kind of guy.

BOURDAIN: Me, too.

I've been here only a week and my sentences are starting to change already, because there's not just a physical rhythm to the speech, but the way I'm organizing my thoughts is starting to change.

Some of the Oxford writers from last night managed to make it out of bed, heads pounding no doubt, filled with the shame and self-loathing, surely familiar for writers. But like such greats of the past as Malcolm Lowery, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Charles Bukowski, they, too, have learned that more alcohol first thing will often make you feel better about the world, particularly if accompanied by freshly baked cornbread, biscuits, pulled pork off that whole hog, sweet jerk chicken and brisket.

Hell, I feel better already.
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