Anthony Bourdain sure has a high opinion of himself. I mean, I love watching his show No Reservations on the Travel Channel and I think he is a smart, open minded traveler for sure, but wow, he really loves himself and his image (see photo, right-- classic)! I find myself rolling my eyes at him but adoring the program just the same.
As someone who rarely has the opportunity to travel anywhere, much less to destinations like Namibia, Sicily, Iceland, Peru, New Zealand and, uh, New Jersey, I find myself swept away in the show's exotic locations, locals and of course, food. Bourdain was a chef for many years so a major focus of his show is indulging in local cuisine. I really appreciate the fact that he tries to get off of the beaten path and hang out with people who know their city/country like the back of their hand, and I think this is what plays a major part in making the show so addicting-- Samantha Brown, be damned! This show is no Tourist Board advertisement.
The Uzbekistan episode where Tony literally gets pummeled by a masseuse is a favorite.
Bourdain likes to present himself as someone dark and edgy, someone who's seen it all before, someone who is tough enough to scrap through any given situation and then light up a cigarette. [Although I recently heard he quit smoking when his daughter was born this April! That's a huge deal.] Some portions of the show are so self indulgent! I can forgive Bourdain's Ramones obsession, which seems, incredibly, to come up in about 50% of the episodes, but in Shanghai we got an entire segment of Bourdain swinging from wires in fighting style and edited into a fake movie. It got a little much. His Dante's Inferno fascination in the Tuscany episode quickly becomes grating. Where's the food??
hysteron proteron - n. inversion of natural order or sense, especially of words; fallacy of proving or explaining a proposition with one presupposing or dependent on it.
It’s been a couple of months since I photographed any of our arty 7 inch boxes, so here are some more examples of post outsider art-damaged modern adverts faux iconography from Amoeba Hollywood 45 Room brain trust.
Hysteron Proteron literally means “the latter before”, and the purpose is to call attention to the more important idea by placing it first. You might say it’s the rhetorical equivalent to "the last shall be first and the first, last". (Sort of reminds me of my old Catholic School Catechism lessons, which no matter how hard I try to obliterate, remains intact in my skull, an example once again of the inverse natural order of things. But the rewards last a lifetime … I mean eternal! The vague and twisted challenges of a post Irish Catholic childhood are the dented theological reflections or simple colorful profanities, available at a drop of a hat … and are never more than just a couple of pints away.)
Dallas was one of the definitive shows of the 80s and I have to say, if nothing else, it's worth watching just for the styling and the cars. Everything is completely over the top-- from the wood paneling to the exposed chest hair, the whole show is one long nostalgic trip through the fashions of the 80s and I love it! Pammy's hair (see photos, left and right) alone makes the show! It goes from rat's nest to sleek to curly to shagged-- every which way.
Maybe I should provide a little more background here: Dallas is about the trials and tribulations of the Ewing Family. The Ewings are rich as all get out from their oil business and they live on a ranch in Texas. The family is large, with matriarch Miss Ellie, patriarch Jock Ewing (left) and their sons, meddler JR and do-gooder Bobby. They have another son, Gary, who lives in California and returns from time to time. His young adult daughter, Lucy, lives on the ranch with her grandparents. Sue Ellen is JR's long suffering alcoholic wife and Pam is Bobby's young, fresh wife. With this much family living in one house and all that wealth around, trouble just comes right to the Ewings!