I always thought of Anthony Bourdain as a perfect cynic with a solid grasp on things. When he died by suicide, I realized Bourdain was perhaps a depressive cynic with an intermittent grasp. Two Bourdain episodes stick in my mind. When he visited Beirut, we watched from the terrace of his posh hillside hotel while close-support bombers came over the hill behind him and struck downtown Beirut in front of the sea. Tony didn’t get out much that week. When he visited Uruguay, Bourdain hung out awhile at a decrepit beach bar on a shoddy estuary. The bar had a small blind penguin, about the size of cat, that crapped on the floor. Tony had a beer. Bourdain was a fine chef, and I see him as a philosophical medieval manuscript with penis-doodles in the margin. We all grasp as much as we can, and Praxis makes perfect.
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