Fixing our gaze down the rabbit hole
I don't typically write in this blog about people I don't know. Hell, I don't write it about anyone but me and my friends and family, but today I'm consumed by the sudden, unexpected death of Anthony Bourdain. My sister Valentine confessed to me years ago that she had a violent crush on Señor Bourdain. I didn't get it, but what I did see was his amazing lust for life. Here was a man who was in his mid 40s by the time he found his voice, and from there he crafted a life that he lived passionately. No Reservations is right. It was his truth, and he took us on a journey that was less about haute cuisine and more about real people living real lives eating real food. The eulogies and remembrances are vast and tearful and come from all walks of life, but universally they say the same thing: We loved him. We wanted to live his life. We wanted to BE him. And I think I can say that what we all wanted to be is that version of ourselves that's truthful and blunt an