It seems like 47 is the new 27, or at least the tragically young age for non-musicians to die at. First the CEO of Survey Monkey, and now this food blogger.
I have been thinking about mortality a bit recently, and I wonder if we've seen the peak in average life spans. The depression-era generation benefited the most from medical advances but missed spending all their life marinating in the plastic toxins and whatever else we've surrounded ourselves with via technology. I know a lot of people who are living 20+ years shorter than their parents, so this has been on my mind. Anecdotes /= data, but it does seem like a trend.
Tremendous paintings. Depressing to think about the kind of art that's on most restaurant walls, and to think of all this stuff gone unseen.
Nice remembrance over at Esquire, with links to some stuff he wrote over there.
It's a great essay. According to Facebook, apparently some of my good friends (not food people at all, really) were good friends of Ozersky (whom I'd never heard of before today). So weird how that kind of news travels immediately nowadays.