I spoke at Council twice yesterday, once on our “parks deficit” and once on the dubious public benefit at the former JJ&F site, and both times Nancy Shepherd botched my name. (She called me “weese” once and “mike”).
Reminds me of this exchange between Evan O’Dorney — the Intel winner and Spelling Bee champ — and a CNN newsreader whose name no one recalls, in 2007. (Incidentally or not, I described the precocious O’Dorney in context of Paul J. Cohen — another Intel-Westinghouse winner — and that post is one of my post hit-upon; do the math).
Nancy and I, for the record, have been friends since we met, and were seated together, on the 2009 campaign trail.
(In a previous post, I imagined her dancing to an Imperial Teen song, from a movie).
Nancy mentioned that she has been stressing lately and has never been good with names, in an email.
Also, Jay Thorwaldsen, editor emeritus of PAW,commented below about Samantha Lee’s art NOT depicting a scuba diver, and coined a term “scubidicoius” or something (in the way that Pat Burt said the objection to work on Cali Ave was “clabber-gaseous”).
I will file this under “words”.
I will try to chill her out when the op arises, Ms. Nancy Scombridae.