BREAKING Anthony Bourdain dead from suicide at 61
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Yeah Eddie can definitely be serious when he wants to, Action has a totally different approach but I like it. Bourdain is like "here's a history lesson, btw lets get something to eat" and Action is like "I'm on tour, btw lets get something to eat" so they connect with me the same way because the food is never treated as trophy or a centerpiece, rather a necessity like water or air. Where Eddie is a little more into the history. Truth be told, it would take 2-3 people combined to total what Bourdain was able to do on his own
krackdagawd
Inspire.
DR episode was classic and repped the culture well 
R.I.P.
R.I.P.We need stop with this angle of victims of suicide not caring about their friends and family, when that care is what drives them to it in a non-negligible amount of cases. Most people who are suicidal are of belief that they are a drain on their loved ones in that physical and/or mental state, and the logic becomes that dying is the only way to be sure that no one will ever have to spend their energy on looking after you or worry about your emotions.
When you start guilting people into not doing it, all that you're doing is forcing them to live a life they don't want to live. Suicide while you have a child follows the same logic as divorce.
"Rather our child has two happy parents each other week, than two depressed parents over them everyday."
"Rather my child have no parent, than a parent who'll never be able to love them properly"
The logic is not a reach when you think about it in simple terms. 0 (not alive) > -ve (alive, but depressing your children)
Suicide is not something you should ever encourage, but please don't think for a second that the victim doesn't think they're doing what's best for their people.
When you start guilting people into not doing it, all that you're doing is forcing them to live a life they don't want to live. Suicide while you have a child follows the same logic as divorce.
"Rather our child has two happy parents each other week, than two depressed parents over them everyday."
"Rather my child have no parent, than a parent who'll never be able to love them properly"
The logic is not a reach when you think about it in simple terms. 0 (not alive) > -ve (alive, but depressing your children)
Suicide is not something you should ever encourage, but please don't think for a second that the victim doesn't think they're doing what's best for their people.
PEOPLE WITH MENTAL AFFLICTIONS: ITS OKAY TO TALK AND SHARE ABOUT IT
PEOPLE WITHOUT MENTAL AFFLICTIONS: ITS OKAY FOR PEOPLE TO HAVE IT, AND TO TALK ABOUT IT WITH YOU
PEOPLE WITHOUT MENTAL AFFLICTIONS: ITS OKAY FOR PEOPLE TO HAVE IT, AND TO TALK ABOUT IT WITH YOU
DrunkerThanAMotherfucker
All Star
Bourdain was one of the few in the industry who tried to use his platform for good. Parts Unknown and No Reservations shed light on some of the most forgotten parts of the world, and Tony was always tactful, curious, and respectful of the cultures he interacted with.
The food itself always seemed secondary with Bourdain. He was always more interested in the history and how it connected people together. I can only aspire to be as intellectually curious and gracious as Anthony Bourdain was.
RIP. In absolute shock today.
The food itself always seemed secondary with Bourdain. He was always more interested in the history and how it connected people together. I can only aspire to be as intellectually curious and gracious as Anthony Bourdain was.
RIP. In absolute shock today.
Check out this piece that Eddie Huang wrote to remember Anthony Bourdain. It's pretty dope, and just makes me like the both of them even more. Anthony the greatest tho ima miss his contributions a lot.
Eddie Huang Remembers Anthony Bourdain
"I wanted him to know we same same, but different," recalls the chef. "Two generations of New York spelled out in serif, spilled out on Rivington Street."
Anthony Bourdain died by suicide this week. He was 61. Alex Welsh/Redux
Eddie Huang
1 hour ago
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"Mom! Mom! You gotta see this show on China! Two-hour special!"
"Ah! What? Who is this? He looks like a cigarette! Ha, ha!"
The host opened the show by talking about how he could spend the rest of his life in China, and still die ignorant.
"Hmmm, this guy is different. He likes us!"
"Oh, yeah, he knows what he's talking about… real eater."
Marky Ramone Remembers Anthony Bourdain: 'He Was a True Punk'
"People should remember him as a talented, punk-rock chef who was an integral part of starting the chef/rock-star scene," drummer says
It was the No Reservations: Asia, Anthony Bourdain's 2006 two-hour special that brought my entire family together for the first time in front of a TV since I'd moved out of the house. We were all apprehensive as he trekked through our motherland, anxious and worried about whether he would appreciate it. For a lot of immigrants, there's shame when your third-world homeland is seen through a Western lens on national television. Most restaurants don't want to be on camera for fear that they're going to end up on Geraldo or god forbid some local news report about health code violations. But there was something about Tony that screamed, "I'm not like other white people. I'm not here to laugh at you." He didn't see dirty immigrants and aliens; he saw fully formed 360-degree humans containing old ways and wisdom manifested in food.
It wasn't just immigrants and foreigners that got the Bourdain treatment either. Tony revealed layers and gave shape to sketches of people in our own American backyard that are grossly misunderstood. Whether it was the Ozarks or the Rust Belt, no one was as agile across the aisle as the human cigarette who shot guns with Ted Nugent and dined with Obama in Vietnam. But he didn't let people off the hook either.
If he had a premonition that your reasoning stood on shaky ground or that your anger was misplaced, he intuitively got closer and offered a meal. Food was his equalizer – a seemingly innocuous hard-hat activity that set the table for thoughts and revelations traditionally ignored by mainstream journalism. He'd wind his way into your personal space, taking note of the things you held close, and slowly but surely offered other ways to hold them.
Tony was the most generous and loyal person I'd ever met after my best friend, Raf. I remember the day in 2010 that I got a call from Helen Cho, Tony's longtime right-hand, secret-weapon and ear-to-the-streets, who told me he needed someone to do a talk at Barnes & Noble.
"When?" I texted
"Now. Union Square. Can you make it?"
I was playing ball on Houston Street in an aquamarine T-shirt and ran as fast as I could yelling to my homies, "It's Tony Bourdain, b! I gotta go!" Seventeen blocks later, I met the god.
I had no business being there – just a loud mouthed kid selling baos on Rivington Street playing ball between shifts, telling anyone and everyone who'd listen that Dipset was the greatest. He fukked with me though and put me on his show The Layover.
When he came to shoot at my restaurant Baohaus, I got my Dipset T-shirt washed and pressed a week before, because I wanted him to know we same same, but different. Tony had Johnny, Joey, Dee Dee and Tommy while I had Cam, Jimmy, Juelz and Freeky. Two generations of New York spelled out in serif, spilled out on Rivington Street.
When everyone from the Food Network to Eater to the ATF was sniping at me and I lost my second restaurant for selling all-you-can-drink Four Loko, it was Tony that came to save my dumb ass. He could've let the vultures pick me apart, but he didn't. He went out of his way to do an extensive Q&A with The Observer about my behavior, blurbed my book and told me, "They will make more money if you shut up and suck the dikk, but you just keep fighting! Don't ever suck the dikk! No matter how big and shiny it is, don't fukking suck it!"
Eddie Huang, Marky Ramone and Anthony Bourdain. Courtesy of Eddie Huang
I've always followed Tony's advice and later that year, I left a deal with Cooking Channel on the table and started my own show at Vice. From day one, the directive was to outdo Tony. His name was the name we all said in meetings, the field, the van, the edit and in desperate emails when we felt like we were losing. He was, is, and always will be the Michael Jordan, Hunter S. Thompson and Mick Jagger of this shyt, and we all wanted to beat him. Yet, every time, he turned the other cheek, stepped up his game, and pushed all of us to get closer to the truth.
Most of my conventions on Huang's World were created to try and get to the truth in a different way than Uncle Tone. We avoided voiceover, pushed to get more verité in-scene, used a glide cam, then a Movi, did more walking stand-ups, stayed in a youth cultural lane, avoided Michelin restaurants and established chefs. If he went up, we went down, whatever he left behind, we captured.
But the rabbit is gone now. You don't realize how much someone means to you when you're chasing them like a greyhound. They're your inspiration, your role-model, your North Star. I don't think any of us would be the people we are without Tony setting the standard not just as a writer, not just as a host or spirit guide, but as a human that always made it his duty to pick someone up that was down. He single-handedly made us care about each other all over again through food.
I don't believe in God as told in books, but to paraphrase the poem "Footprints," as told by Young Buck:
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand.
When times get hard and shyt hits the fan,
Tone didn't walk with me he carried me man.
Eddie Huang Remembers Anthony Bourdain
"I wanted him to know we same same, but different," recalls the chef. "Two generations of New York spelled out in serif, spilled out on Rivington Street."
Anthony Bourdain died by suicide this week. He was 61. Alex Welsh/Redux
Eddie Huang
1 hour ago
More News
Marky Ramone Remembers Anthony Bourdain: 'He Was a True Punk'There Are Others Worthy of Trump’s Pardon PowerAnthony Bourdain's Meal With Obama Was a Proud American MomentDierks Bentley on Nashville Gossip, Pot Brownies and New Album 'The Mountain'Anthony Bourdain Dead at 61 of Apparent SuicideAll Stories
"Mom! Mom! You gotta see this show on China! Two-hour special!"
"Ah! What? Who is this? He looks like a cigarette! Ha, ha!"
The host opened the show by talking about how he could spend the rest of his life in China, and still die ignorant.
"Hmmm, this guy is different. He likes us!"
"Oh, yeah, he knows what he's talking about… real eater."
Marky Ramone Remembers Anthony Bourdain: 'He Was a True Punk'
"People should remember him as a talented, punk-rock chef who was an integral part of starting the chef/rock-star scene," drummer says
It was the No Reservations: Asia, Anthony Bourdain's 2006 two-hour special that brought my entire family together for the first time in front of a TV since I'd moved out of the house. We were all apprehensive as he trekked through our motherland, anxious and worried about whether he would appreciate it. For a lot of immigrants, there's shame when your third-world homeland is seen through a Western lens on national television. Most restaurants don't want to be on camera for fear that they're going to end up on Geraldo or god forbid some local news report about health code violations. But there was something about Tony that screamed, "I'm not like other white people. I'm not here to laugh at you." He didn't see dirty immigrants and aliens; he saw fully formed 360-degree humans containing old ways and wisdom manifested in food.
It wasn't just immigrants and foreigners that got the Bourdain treatment either. Tony revealed layers and gave shape to sketches of people in our own American backyard that are grossly misunderstood. Whether it was the Ozarks or the Rust Belt, no one was as agile across the aisle as the human cigarette who shot guns with Ted Nugent and dined with Obama in Vietnam. But he didn't let people off the hook either.
If he had a premonition that your reasoning stood on shaky ground or that your anger was misplaced, he intuitively got closer and offered a meal. Food was his equalizer – a seemingly innocuous hard-hat activity that set the table for thoughts and revelations traditionally ignored by mainstream journalism. He'd wind his way into your personal space, taking note of the things you held close, and slowly but surely offered other ways to hold them.
Tony was the most generous and loyal person I'd ever met after my best friend, Raf. I remember the day in 2010 that I got a call from Helen Cho, Tony's longtime right-hand, secret-weapon and ear-to-the-streets, who told me he needed someone to do a talk at Barnes & Noble.
"When?" I texted
"Now. Union Square. Can you make it?"
I was playing ball on Houston Street in an aquamarine T-shirt and ran as fast as I could yelling to my homies, "It's Tony Bourdain, b! I gotta go!" Seventeen blocks later, I met the god.
I had no business being there – just a loud mouthed kid selling baos on Rivington Street playing ball between shifts, telling anyone and everyone who'd listen that Dipset was the greatest. He fukked with me though and put me on his show The Layover.
When he came to shoot at my restaurant Baohaus, I got my Dipset T-shirt washed and pressed a week before, because I wanted him to know we same same, but different. Tony had Johnny, Joey, Dee Dee and Tommy while I had Cam, Jimmy, Juelz and Freeky. Two generations of New York spelled out in serif, spilled out on Rivington Street.
When everyone from the Food Network to Eater to the ATF was sniping at me and I lost my second restaurant for selling all-you-can-drink Four Loko, it was Tony that came to save my dumb ass. He could've let the vultures pick me apart, but he didn't. He went out of his way to do an extensive Q&A with The Observer about my behavior, blurbed my book and told me, "They will make more money if you shut up and suck the dikk, but you just keep fighting! Don't ever suck the dikk! No matter how big and shiny it is, don't fukking suck it!"
Eddie Huang, Marky Ramone and Anthony Bourdain. Courtesy of Eddie Huang
I've always followed Tony's advice and later that year, I left a deal with Cooking Channel on the table and started my own show at Vice. From day one, the directive was to outdo Tony. His name was the name we all said in meetings, the field, the van, the edit and in desperate emails when we felt like we were losing. He was, is, and always will be the Michael Jordan, Hunter S. Thompson and Mick Jagger of this shyt, and we all wanted to beat him. Yet, every time, he turned the other cheek, stepped up his game, and pushed all of us to get closer to the truth.
Most of my conventions on Huang's World were created to try and get to the truth in a different way than Uncle Tone. We avoided voiceover, pushed to get more verité in-scene, used a glide cam, then a Movi, did more walking stand-ups, stayed in a youth cultural lane, avoided Michelin restaurants and established chefs. If he went up, we went down, whatever he left behind, we captured.
But the rabbit is gone now. You don't realize how much someone means to you when you're chasing them like a greyhound. They're your inspiration, your role-model, your North Star. I don't think any of us would be the people we are without Tony setting the standard not just as a writer, not just as a host or spirit guide, but as a human that always made it his duty to pick someone up that was down. He single-handedly made us care about each other all over again through food.
I don't believe in God as told in books, but to paraphrase the poem "Footprints," as told by Young Buck:
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand.
When times get hard and shyt hits the fan,
Tone didn't walk with me he carried me man.
CodeKansas
Superstar
Dude had me wanting to move out of the states with some of those better episodes of No Reservations. Later on, fella.
Tombstone
The Villain
I never watched his show never knew folk had love for him like that. I know mom liked him though.
One ima say I’ve always been ignorant to suicide coming from someone who’s been suicidal way back and got PTSD I always believed it was me being weak and used it against other folk. I had 3 homies who committed suicide one who had a young kid.
I remember us drinking and the convo came up cuz we both were going through shyt at the time. We talked about having kids and suicide and I got pissed cuz I thought it was selfish. But I always remember him explaining he thought his daughter would be better off without him instead of him bringing his pains into her world.
When he passed away his sister told me he hated his father for bringing his Demons into his world and he never wanted his daughter to feel that way about him. He tried to get help, we tried to help but life was eating too much away from him. He just didn’t want to be a burden on anyone else anymore and she told me he knew one day well move on and just reminisce on the good times like we did with our dead homies instead of him thinking he’s hurting everyone around him with his depression for years and years and following his fathers footsteps no matter how much he tried to be the opposite.
It’s not something I could ever do or fathom but I knew homie all my life and I will never respect it but I try to understand.
One ima say I’ve always been ignorant to suicide coming from someone who’s been suicidal way back and got PTSD I always believed it was me being weak and used it against other folk. I had 3 homies who committed suicide one who had a young kid.
I remember us drinking and the convo came up cuz we both were going through shyt at the time. We talked about having kids and suicide and I got pissed cuz I thought it was selfish. But I always remember him explaining he thought his daughter would be better off without him instead of him bringing his pains into her world.
When he passed away his sister told me he hated his father for bringing his Demons into his world and he never wanted his daughter to feel that way about him. He tried to get help, we tried to help but life was eating too much away from him. He just didn’t want to be a burden on anyone else anymore and she told me he knew one day well move on and just reminisce on the good times like we did with our dead homies instead of him thinking he’s hurting everyone around him with his depression for years and years and following his fathers footsteps no matter how much he tried to be the opposite.
It’s not something I could ever do or fathom but I knew homie all my life and I will never respect it but I try to understand.
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Berniewood Hogan
IT'S BERNIE SANDERS WITH A STEEL CHAIR!
A damn shame. Poured out a cold one for him. Don't understand it.
Marco Zen
Black Privilege
For all the people who are saying that depressed or suicidal people have to get help; there was nothing in way or blocking this man's pursuit of peace. He was doing absolutely what he wanted to do. Now you can say that he chose a job of travel to escape inner demons and what not, but I honestly don't know what you can say to somebody to keep them from committing suicide. He had an 11 year old daughter.
The conspiracy theorist in me says drug overdose that was covered up to look like a suicide.
The conspiracy theorist in me says drug overdose that was covered up to look like a suicide.
