I attended the Y talk and Frank came across pretty centered. He did allude to his current dude obliquely by mentioning that he's been frequenting Vinegar Hill House because there's an apartment nearby at which he's been spending a lot of time recently (and isn't near his well-known UWS pad). #frankbruni
Ugh, really? Born Round was a major disappointment.
The writing was good, and the stuff about his family was poignant, but in terms of the book's focus — his weight struggles — it was kind of a bore. Frank never really suffered any consequences from his bulimia, or using amphetamines, or fad dieting.
It's not like he was hospitalized or diagnosed with some life-threatening disease, or as if there was any climactic turning point in his weight struggles at all. He basically just hired a personal trainer because some guy he flirted with at a party never called him back.
I have no idea how this can sustain a TV series. But yeah, sure, whatever. Maybe it'll be a sitcom about a food critic's wacky secret ops hijinks! Alias meets Kitchen Confidential! (Which, as far as the book goes, was, uh, a single chapter?)
And I really hate to say all of this, because I generally like Bruni. Despite some of the unflattering personal traits I've heard about from some of his colleagues. Meh.
@Steverino Begins: I'm being a little reductive, of course. Bruni had long struggled with self-image and weight issues, and I think he was at a point in his life where he was really feeling those repercussions in his social and personal lives.
So while on the one hand, it's great for him that he was able to recognize his bad habits and curb them (helped, in part, by taking a job that forced him intro controlling food portions because it required him to eat so much), it's not a very relatable story, let alone a TV premise.
I mean, it barely even made a great book! I walked away thinking, "Well, great, so if I had lifelong weight issues, I'd just need to convince a major metropolitan newspaper to hire me as its chief dining critic so I can manage what I eat and afford a trainer!"
@Steverino Begins: I don't think he mentions him again. Basically, he was living in D.C. at the time and told "his friend Maureen" (Dowd, I assume) about the experience, so she writes him a check to buy a couple of sessions with her personal trainer.
Eventually he goes to report for the Times in Rome, where he learns more about portion control and shacks up with some dude while visiting Athens (which I think is the last serious relationship he talks about in the book, besides a passing mention of his current boyfriend towards the end).
It's an engaging read, and, like I said, the stuff about his family and his personal struggles are poignant, but only if you're really interested in Frank Bruni.
I'm sure people with weight or eating issues will relate to his the struggles he describes, but I don't think there's a lot in terms of pay-off or resolution (which, granted, I don't think is what Bruni was setting out to do when he wrote this).
And if you're interested in learning about his career as a food critic, the book — sadly — doesn't really reveal anything you can't find through some creative Google-fu.
In my opinion Nightclubs should be able to file complaints about lame fucking neighbors always trying to bring down the party. What is it with New York now? Real estate finally got so damn expensive that the only people who can afford to live here anymore are so lame they shouldn't live here! Move your old asses to the suburbs you lame fucks! Quit ruining our city!
@AndPreciousLittleofThat: If NYC is as advanced as its residents claim to be, then every square inch of the city is assigned to a neighborhood. Where do you expect bars, clubs and dancehalls to move, onto offshore barges?
The problem comes when people move into neighborhoods for funky housing and trendy nightlife, and then start complaining that the trendy nightlife is disrupting their peace and quiet.
SF has an ongoing problem with this sort of thing in areas such as SOMA, which used to be very industrial and full of cops and trannies. Now, it's full of live-work lofts where yuppies who should be living in Marin or Walnut Creek have decided that businesses that have been going concerns for ten, twenty and thirty years need to bow to the whims of the newcomers.
The pic makes this "hot!spot!" look like an exceptionally dull suburban cocktail party. Aren't there cooler places (that could actually use new business) that Gawker could cover?
I'm no prude. I'm a pathologist and have done many autopsies. But this exhibit is horrible for one reason. Some of the bodies have no documentation. Gunther Von Hagens has been accused of buying bodies which are likely Chinese political prisoners, possibly of Falun Gong. All should google and read up on this. The NY D.A. was right to go after him. For that reason alone, the exhibit is a tragedy. This latest bit of exhibitionism further proves he's a creep straight out of central casting. He's the spitting image of that Nazi from Raiders of the Lost Ark for cryin' out loud! And for the record... Pathology is full of fetishists hiding under the guise of being enlightened educators. Remember Kervorkian? I met a doctor who went to medical school with him and could tell you stories. I've met many other similar types during my career. Trust me... the dirtiest carnival freak show is less exploitative and be forgiven on certain levels. This cannot. It deserves to be shut down. As for the person writing of their being inspired to enter the medical field from this show. I can accept viewers sincerely being moved by the frankness of the exhibit....but if you cannot accept the possibility of this being a money making scheme that is actually a sad exploitation, then that's a shame. I dont mean to preach. But if these bodies are from political prisoners, this is truly a sorrowful thing. Don't be an apologist simply because the subject matter is fascinating. I understand that aspect....I went into medicine because of it.
@DoctorEcks: One more thing. See the link below about the reverse cowgirl photo in this exhibit. GVH has tastefully skinned both bodies with the exception of the female corpse's breasts. Anyone want to argue that this is purely for scientific purposes? As for Switzerland accepting this show...they accept the loot of the world in their banks. Accepting this exhibit is not an example of progressiveness. I say that anyone who thinks this is some sort of liberating show should be forced to go on a romantic weekend with Gunther. You'd by getting the F--K out of there within 5 minutes!
I understand the use of cadavers for medical research, and I believe such use is ethical. But this is not medical research. It is ethically problematic to present the bodies of once-living people to a general audience for indiscriminate purposes that may include entertainment. What we do with our dead says a lot about our respect for life — and our love of it.
Given the dubious ethics of presenting cadavers, among other ethically questionable activities, it is unfortunate that the originator should be a German national of the generation immediately following WWII. His blithe disregard for the dignity of human life in death puts him in the company of his father’s contemporaries—and fellow SS-men—Mengele, Wirths, and Heim.
@iplaudius: With von hagens, he's got a waiting list out the door of volunteers who want to be plastinated after they die and put on display. i don't really get it either, but I also think that looking at death directly, and what lies underneath or skin, is not necessarily disrespectful.
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The writing was good, and the stuff about his family was poignant, but in terms of the book's focus — his weight struggles — it was kind of a bore. Frank never really suffered any consequences from his bulimia, or using amphetamines, or fad dieting.
It's not like he was hospitalized or diagnosed with some life-threatening disease, or as if there was any climactic turning point in his weight struggles at all. He basically just hired a personal trainer because some guy he flirted with at a party never called him back.
I have no idea how this can sustain a TV series. But yeah, sure, whatever. Maybe it'll be a sitcom about a food critic's wacky secret ops hijinks! Alias meets Kitchen Confidential! (Which, as far as the book goes, was, uh, a single chapter?)
And I really hate to say all of this, because I generally like Bruni. Despite some of the unflattering personal traits I've heard about from some of his colleagues. Meh.
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Ha. That doesn't sound like Emmy material. Might have been a S&TC episode, though. #frankbruni
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So while on the one hand, it's great for him that he was able to recognize his bad habits and curb them (helped, in part, by taking a job that forced him intro controlling food portions because it required him to eat so much), it's not a very relatable story, let alone a TV premise.
I mean, it barely even made a great book! I walked away thinking, "Well, great, so if I had lifelong weight issues, I'd just need to convince a major metropolitan newspaper to hire me as its chief dining critic so I can manage what I eat and afford a trainer!"
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So did that guy at the party ever call him back? I'm trying to decide if I should buy the book. #frankbruni
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Eventually he goes to report for the Times in Rome, where he learns more about portion control and shacks up with some dude while visiting Athens (which I think is the last serious relationship he talks about in the book, besides a passing mention of his current boyfriend towards the end).
It's an engaging read, and, like I said, the stuff about his family and his personal struggles are poignant, but only if you're really interested in Frank Bruni.
I'm sure people with weight or eating issues will relate to his the struggles he describes, but I don't think there's a lot in terms of pay-off or resolution (which, granted, I don't think is what Bruni was setting out to do when he wrote this).
And if you're interested in learning about his career as a food critic, the book — sadly — doesn't really reveal anything you can't find through some creative Google-fu.
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Nightclubs should be (and at one time, were) near to disused sanitary facilities, empty warehouses, and all-night diners with cops and trannies.
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The problem comes when people move into neighborhoods for funky housing and trendy nightlife, and then start complaining that the trendy nightlife is disrupting their peace and quiet.
SF has an ongoing problem with this sort of thing in areas such as SOMA, which used to be very industrial and full of cops and trannies. Now, it's full of live-work lofts where yuppies who should be living in Marin or Walnut Creek have decided that businesses that have been going concerns for ten, twenty and thirty years need to bow to the whims of the newcomers.
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Given the dubious ethics of presenting cadavers, among other ethically questionable activities, it is unfortunate that the originator should be a German national of the generation immediately following WWII. His blithe disregard for the dignity of human life in death puts him in the company of his father’s contemporaries—and fellow SS-men—Mengele, Wirths, and Heim.
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