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11.28.2006

I Love Anthony Bourdain

"Bad food is made without pride, by cooks who have no pride, and no love. Bad food is made by those who are indifferent, or who are trying to be everything to everybody, who are trying to please everyone ... Bad food is fake food ... food that shows fear and lack of confidence in people’s ability to discern or to make decisions about their lives. Food that’s too safe, too pasteurised, too healthy – it’s bad! There should be some risk, like unpasteurised cheese. Food is about rot, and decay, and fermentation….as much as it is also about freshness."


"Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn. To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demiglace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living."

Goodbye, my friend.
10:50 AM
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11.12.2006

Love You old lady

Khadeja daughter of Josephine

Most of us didn’t even bother

While you sinked your whites

And soaked your burgle

And washed your cucumber

In river damns and springs

Most of us looked at you

As a duty lives – duty do

My eyebrows and shoes

Look fit to be seen

Because of you

Metal bucket of fresh water

Pomegranates and fig jam

Grapes dusted with white snow

And a bathroom tiled with you

That’s how I will always see you

I am so sorry I missed

your last breath

Goodbye, my friend.
8:48 PM
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11.03.2006

Hey

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the fruit
And the sky of a tree called life;
Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide.
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
I carry your heart.
I carry you in my heart.

Goodbye, my friend.
1:30 PM
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Myself ;

    Kal (:
    Thirty
    Cancer
    22 July

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