Each and every day as I arrive to campus I am confronted by a large billboard sized, Lite Brite style, events board that proclaims in all its shimmering glory "Anthony Bourdain Coming in May!"
Do I want to go? Hells yeah!? Will I be going. Um no. See I teach. This is not a "cash cow" type of gig. This is an "I don't know how not to do it" type of gig. Why do I bring this up? The cheap seats. The very far away, high up, bad acoustics seats? 50 clams. Each.
Is he a star? Yes. Am I begrudging his production the cash? Nope. I will just be absent on that day Mr. Bourdain. Guess I'll have to turn in some extra credit?
You may be excused-
EB