anthony bourdain

so i just spent three days at home, all good intentions to the contrary, lying on my ass, swilling wine, listening to messiaen's quartet for the end of time and a compilation of '90s japanese psychedelia called tokyo flashback 2, reviewing a cd i can't mention yet, and reading anthony bourdain's restaurant confidential. i tellya, this guy is my new hero: he can cook, he can write, he's funny as hell, and he likes punk rock. and he's from new york (well, new jersey). what's not to like?