Scruffy Inspiration

There may be some Derridian or Freudian or some other-ian explanation for this but I realized today that my two most significant television-derived inspirations have been, to be kind, "scruffy."

I bought my first serious camera in part because of "Animal" from the show "Lou Grant" in the 1970s. Photojournalism isn't my milieu.

I don't know what is.

Tonight, as I avoid putting the children to bed, we're watching "Northern Exposure" Season III; while these first aired a dozen or so years ago (before I even met the mother of these, my day job), the seed of inspiration may well have been received then. It may be that "Adam," the characterAdam Arkin played, was the first "chef" I ever encountered. Now I cook. Mostly for my own amusement and probably my equalibrium.

No time for photography.

In any case, I acknowledge my debt to Adam and Animal. My photos and food make people happy and keep me from being even grouchier. While I am fairly scruffy, it's more a function of time (can't always shave or dress well while trying to get the young folk rousted) than fashion.

Martin Picard is my current idol, just a chef, I think. His foie gras poutine may kill me. And that's OK.