The name game.

So when, precisely did Sea Bass become Branzino? When exactly did the culinary curators decide that the two words, that to me (someone who has actually fished the Cornish Coast) decide the Sea Bass was an inadequate title?

Cut to my dinner just the other night at Cafe Cluny with Rachael. The snow was drizzling on the city, making New York look like the city it’s supposed to be (you know, films and pictures and all that jazz) the Village Mugger hadn’t attacked my dining guest, and my seat at the bar – as always – was stolen by a gaggle of gays… when, I ask you, did Sea Bass become Branzino? Because that’s what it said on the menu. And when I asked, I was told ‘it’s sea bass’. Hardly like revealing a certain jus was made from unicorn tears.

It’s much like living in Hell’s Kitchen. Somehow, some moron thought calling it Clinton (you know, dynasty in Whitehouse, much press on possible curruption, Hillary in democratic denial) would make the area ‘up and coming’.

It came up on it’s on. Much as the branzino did from Cafe Cluny.

A point of clarity.

Obama aint perfect; and in fact as an Englishman who cannot vote here, I think he’s sinister. I know you’re going to tell me I’m prejudging him, or not ‘getting’ it. But it’s my gut feel. I just don’t think being able to rally 100’s of 1000’s of people is the same as getting collaboration and consensus from politicians.

Like the Product:RED campaign, I think you need to be a part of the problem to help bring about a solution. People just weren’t coughing up enough money for AIDS globally; RED took away that need to ‘do’ something by building the solution into the sin of consumerism. You won, they won.

So I guess what I’m saying is this — Clinton screwed up, royally. But still, when the chips (or is that fries) are down, I want a President who knows the system from the inside – whether that’s as a First Lady or otherwise – and who believes in change that doesn’t just make a stadium audience hypnotically cheer – but change that really helps the lives of millions of Americans.

And basically I think we need more women leaders.

What is this misspeak you speak of?

Looks like Hillary’s in trouble again. She’s been accused of ‘misspeaking’ about her trip to Bosnia. She ‘misspoke’ that when they landed in Basra they were under sniper fire. Whereas pictures of the landing show her handing a young girl a flower in an official welcoming party. Hardly a scene from Apocalypse Now is it?

But what is this misspeak we speak of?

Why in 2008 are we still scared to say we lied? Or someone else lied. Words like misspeak (and if we were to be gender balanced mrspeak) are the ultimate spin; moreso they are clear admissions of fear… the fear to call something as it is.

Misspeak itself is a lie.

Here’s the NYTimes definition of ‘misspeak’ —-

Updated, my bad. It wasn’t Basra, it was Tusla. I misspoke.

If this rhymed it would truly be poetic justice.

I’ve added my email address.

In the vain hope that Perez Hilton or Hillary Clinton will mail and ask me to consult for them.

Failing that I’m ready for the deluge of junk mail I’m certain to receive; No doubt I’ll be sold Viagra, Cialis and Levitra (of course I’d only consider Levitra having created the global PR campaign starring ‘recently blogged’ celebrity Jerry Hall)…

I’ll probably be offered  images of all sorts of sexual positions (remember one man’s deviant behaviour is another man’s sexual sundae)… And no doubt Elliot Spitzer will drop me a note asking for a hooker.

Either way, it’s nice to be contactable. I think. We’ll see.