Sunday 21 December 2008

Life and Fate



'In it you can hear both a lament for the dead, and the furious joy of life itself'.

Vasily Grossman may be the best writer you've never heard of. But he is apparently slowly making his way into Western consciousness as one of the greatest writers of the 20th century.

Martin Kettle, writing in the Guardian, does a much better job discussing this book than I ever could, and it is thanks to him that I am a better man. Yes, this book had that big of an effect on me.

It is sweeping in scope. Set in and around the battle for Stalingrad during WWII, it encompasses the whole of the human experience. It is a Soviet dissedent book, to be sure. But really, it is a book about people, and what it means to be truly free.

You might be inclined to dismiss this book on the grounds that it is Russian and therefore difficult to read. Let me reassure you that it isn't. Sure, it is typically full of many, many characters, but there's a handy list of characters at the back.

Janis Joplin sang that Freedom was just another word for nothin' left to lose. George Bush defined it as being his particular brand of Conservatism.

Thankfully, Grossman has a much more nuanced take on it. I'll leave it to you to experience the lament for the dead, and the furious joy of life itself.

Friday 19 December 2008

One for the Cutters



Went to see The Hold Steady Wednesday night. And I would love to write a really intelligent review of them. But all I really want to say is that they were absolutely fantastic. They've apparently got a reputation for putting on legendary shows, and Wednesday night didn't disappoint.

Performers of intelligent, complicated Rock 'n' Roll, their songs are full of Bukowski-esque (?) characters. Losers, drug addicts and bad girlfriends all make appearances. My favourite song, Stuck Between Stations, first references Sal Paradise, the narrator of On The Road, and then a Minneapolis poet, whom I've not read in years, called John Berryman, to comment on the disillusionment of being young today.

Musically, they're often expansive, taking the time to venture off on guitar solos or piano riffs. The influences are pretty wide, if blatant. And it works.

They're sort of a cross between Husker Du and Bruce Springsteen.

I haven't been this excited about a band in a very long time, and i strongly recommend you check out Stuck Between Stations, Lord, I'm Discouraged, Stay Positive (which I need to look into, but I suspect it's about living under Bush), Stevie Nix, and Chips Ahoy!.

Seriously. They're awesome.

Monday 15 December 2008

The Bear Comes Home


It was reported this weekend that the British pound dipped below the euro for the first time since the euro was floated in 2000. This is unimaginable, like having one of the big three car manufacturers in the US go under.

The pound is expected to stay at parity with the euro for the forseeable future, making cheap holidays on the continent a thing of the past. And, presumably, most antagonism towards the UK switching to the euro.

With greater effect on me personally, friends are being made redundant, like so many thousands of others. But we in digital marketing were meant to be more isolated than ATL, or indeed, car manufacturers.

There's a lot of uncertainty in the air. No one, including our leaders and most of our experts, know what is going to happen. You just can't trust anything anyone says. Not because they're not reliable people or sources, but because we are in an unprecedented place in just about every aspect of our daily lives.

Mostly because there isn't much to celebrate, it just doesn't feel like Christmas. I certainly don't feel like I can celebrate when it is going to be a dark season for so many people, particularly the ones I care about who have just lost their jobs, and face an even more uncertain future than the rest of us.

But I do have a lot to be thankful for (still). So, can we cancel Christmas and have Thanksgiving again? I could do with thanking people again.

Thursday 11 December 2008

Bullshit Bailout



Articulates with much more brevity than I could muster exactly what I think of the bailout.

Sadly, said bailout is necessary to save a vast amount of jobs.

Sunday 7 December 2008

This just in

A friend just sent me a link to the following. I find it hilarious, of course. But it is also a great way to articulate just why anyone who belives in Republican ideals is a flippin' narrow-minded idiot:

Dear Red States:

We're ticked off at the way you've treated California and we've decided we're leaving.

We intend to form our own country and we're taking the other Blue States with us.

In case you aren't aware that includes Hawaii, Oregon, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois and all the Northeast.

We believe this split will be beneficial to the nation and especially to the people of the new country of New California.

To sum up briefly:

You get Texas, Oklahoma and all the slave states.

We get stem cell research and the best beaches.

We get Elliot Spitzer. You get Ken Lay.

We get the Statue of Liberty. You get OpryLand.

We get Intel and Microsoft. You get WorldCom.

We get Harvard. You get Ole' Miss.

We get 85 percent of America's venture capital and entrepreneurs.
You get Alabama.

We get two-thirds of the tax revenue. You get to make the red states
pay their fair share.

Since our aggregate divorce rate is 22 percent lower than the Christian Coalition's we get a bunch of happy families. You get a bunch of single moms.

Please be aware that Nuevo California will be pro choice and anti war and we're going to want all our citizens back from Iraq at once. If you need people to fight ask your evangelicals. They have kids they're apparently willing to send to their deaths for no purpose and they don't care if you don't show pictures of their children's caskets coming home.

We wish you success in Iraq and hope that the WMDs turn up but we're not willing to spend our resources in Bush's Quagmire.

With the Blue States in hand we will have firm control of 80% of the country's fresh water, more than 90% of the pineapple and lettuce, 92% of the nation's fresh fruit, 95% of America's quality wines (you can serve French wines at state dinners) 90% of all cheese, 90 percent of the high tech industry, most of the US low sulfur coal, all living redwoods, sequoias and condors, all the Ivy and Seven

Sister schools plus Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Cal Tech and MIT.

With the Red States you will have to cope with 88% of all obese Americans and their projected health care costs, 92% of all US mosquitoes, nearly 100% of the tornadoes, 90% of the hurricanes, 99% of all Southern Baptists, virtually 100% of all televangelists, Rush

Limbaugh, Bob Jones University, Clemson and the University of Georgia.

We get Hollywood and Yosemite, thank you.

38% of those in the Red states believe Jonah was actually swallowed by a whale, 62% believe life is sacred unless we're discussing the death penalty or gun laws, 44% say that evolution is only a theory, 53% that Saddam was involved in 9/11 and 61% of you crazy bastards believe you are people with higher morals then we lefties.

We're taking the good pot too. You can have that dirt weed they grow in Mexico.

Sincerely,
Author Unknown in New California.

Solo Companion


Years ago, in a restaurant in Minneapolis, I worked with a guy called Terry Johnson. Like so many waiters working in restaurants, his main job was something else. He was a concert pianist, and he was working as a waiter to save up enough money to make his own CD. Restaurants are full of dreams.

This was in 1992 or 3, way before Garage Band and Apple made it easy for anyone with deft enough fingers to cut a CD. He had to book studio time, a sound engineer, and pay for all the post-production. And he supplemented the income he got from corporate gigs and playing in shopping malls by working as a waiter.

He did finally do it, and we were all so proud of him. We held our own launch party at the restaurant and bought the CD.

Much to my surprise, I really liked the music, and would listen to it in college when studying, and in NY when I thought I would never make it. I listened to it when I first moved to London 'cause it reminded me of home, and I listened to it this morning, for the first time in a long time, while Eva was packing.

I don't know what happened to Terry. You meet so many people working in the business that it's impossible to keep in touch with all of them. The relationships might be short-lived, but thankfully their influence can be life-long.


02 Metamorphosis.m4a

Thursday 27 November 2008

Thanks everyone

in stark contrast to recent years past, I've a lot to be thankful for this year. Not that I've not been counting my blessings, but this year there have been a LOT, even though this season won't be the brightest.

I'm grateful for Obama and the way he is genuinely doing things differently while picking his cabinet and other posts. And I'm grateful, conversely, that George W. Bush is leaving office, though don't you really think he should not be taking his sweet little time?

I'm grateful for The Wire. And the BBC iPlayer.

I'm grateful that, and I never thought I'd ever say this, my father is a conservative investor, and hasn't taken too huge of a beating, so that my older sister will continue to get the fantastic care she is getting.

I'm grateful that apparently Joe the Plumber got a job.

Maybe that's because I'm grateful I've got a job too. I'm grateful Kelvin saw something in me he liked and gave me the chance to prove myself.

It's one I happen to really enjoy. Not least because I work with people who are damn good at what they do, and we are producing fantastic work. Even on the dull jobs.

I'm grateful I no longer work in DM but tell people I work in Advertising.

I'm grateful for the awesome woman who continues to love me despite my many and obvious faults. We're not without our problems, but we talk. And talk. And talk. And eventually sort them out. Which, quite frankly, is far more emotionally rewarding than if we never had difficulties at all.

I'm grateful I'm not married to Madonna.

I'm grateful for the thanksgiving wishes given to me on this day from people who come from all over the world. It's not hard to imagine what their comments would have been had the election gone the other way.

So I'm grateful for Ohio. And that sweet little really old black woman who was able to live long enough to vote a black man into office.

I'm grateful for the enthusiastic responses to being invited to Thanksgiving on Saturday, including even those who had to regrettably decline. And for reasons that should be obvious, I'm very grateful for the offers to help cook the dishes this year.

So I'm happy.

This year, I would like to give thanks not for my riches, but for who we are, our better natures, our collective humility, and what happens when we combine forces.

I have hope for our future; we may be in for hard times, but we'll get through it.

One only needs to look back at the election to see what can be accomplished when we work together.

Monday 24 November 2008

Refuting free-market ideology

So Alistar Darling unveiled his plans for the UK economy. An increase in tax on people making over £150,000 a year. A decrease in VAT to 15%. An increase in duty on Petrol, cigarettes and Alcohol. An increase in the value mortgages that are protected.

Pretty obviously a package designed to get the non-rich spending again. As it should be.

For years now, the Republicans in the US and the Torys here have successfully convinced just about everyone that if you give the tax breaks, subsidies and incentives to the rich, they will spend them, not the middle class and poor, who would save them, creating trickle-down economics.

That is the reason we are in the current economic situation we are. Turns out 'trickle-down' meant 'give me more' and the rich got richer, and the poor, well, you know.

Being relatively new to this country, I might be wrong, but this new budget of Darlings is the first time we are seeing a real change from free-market capitalism to a more equal, responsible capitalism that benefits everyone. The arguement is not about big or small goernment, which is happening in the States, but about fairness in the face of a crisis caused by the rich wanting more money, but affecting the unrich much, much worse.

The rich should pay. They're they ones who caused this panic.

Lunch

I am of a rather firm mind that the only place you can get a really good baguette is in France. They're just different there. Better. Nicer quality ingredients, I would assume. And, of course, you're in France.

Today, however, for lunch, Jane and I made one that not only comes very close to anything the French have to offer on the tastiness scale, we did it with stuff she had at work. Tomato, camembert, basil, butter, salt, pepper. And a rather large one at that.

Wednesday 19 November 2008

The final purging of Lloyds TSB

My old client, Lloyds TSB bank, took a rather long time leaving the building after they fired us in June. Kept giving us little dinky projects with silly deadlines. Took a good four or so months. Noticed I still had a few less-than-admittable concepts on my computer. Thankfully, along came Nokia N series phones with a very cool website. Not sure what it has to do with smart phones, but I don't care. They allowed me to do this:

Monday 17 November 2008

Canadian Idiot

Musical parody might be a low form of comedy, but as a social critic, Weird Al Yankvick rules.

Saturday 15 November 2008

Changing behaviour


Did anyone else in the UK get these? A fair number of my neighbours did. I'd like to know how big the mailing was.

I'm a big fan. And not just because we proposed this 6 years ago when they were a client at WWAV. No, it's not a very creative mailing, and the letter could be better written. But I don't think it needs to be that creative. No need to hide behind a big idea.

Considering just how expensive British Gas and other energy providers have made gas and electricity, it's a timely, and seemingly honest, effort.

If you really want to change peoples behaviour, make it as easy as possible for them to do so.

Wednesday 12 November 2008

Mexican food



One of the things I've always missed living in London is good Mexican food. It wasn't until I left the States that I realised just how much I loved it and then subsequently missed it. I'd search out the Mexican restaurants when I could, but they were mostly of the Chi-Chi's bastardized American-Mexican. Which made it the bastardized version of the bastardized American version of Mexican food. My favourite Mexican in Europe is funnily enough in Warsaw. It's called Blue Cactus. It's owned by an American.

Until recently. Not long ago Wahaca, which serves Mexican market food, opened in Covent Garden, and there's not a burrito or taco in sight.

Now that we have moved offices, we have an over-abundance of yummy places of every food group, to eat lunch.

One of which is Benito's Hat. It's basically a cafe where you choose your format, burrito, taco or salad, your filling, steak, pork, chicken or veggies, and your fixin's, which I won't get into here.

When your customers are overwhelmingly unfamiliar with proper Mexican food, I thought it inspired to lead them down the decision making tree. It's actually not unlike ordering at Subway. Just way tastier.

And that's because of the meat. Ok, and the beans. But mostly the meat. The pork and the steak are slow roasted with chilies, cumin and cinnamon; the chicken char-grilled. This is the thing that makes it so much better than it's competitors. They take the time to cook the main ingredient properly, and don't use mince meat for filling.

In the just over a week that we've been on Charlotte Street, I've been there four times.

Because you can move to a new country, develop, become more sophisticated and urbane, but there are some things you can never get over.

Saturday 8 November 2008

Toilet Humour

Saw this as I was havin' a wee tonight:

The girls from Bordeaux, I’m afraid,
You would hardly consider as staid:
A young Bordelaise
Knows dozens of ways
In which she can get Bordelaide

hehehehehehehehehe.

In Other News

Not that anyone noticed, but there was another election this week. Well, today. New Zealand, those lovely people who brought you Flight of the Conchords, have voted to eject Helen Clarke's Labour Party after nine years in power. With 90% (!) voter turnout, they have elected the main opposition party, the centre-right Nationalist Party, into power.

As in America, the faltering economy played a huge role. And the National Party's leader, John Kay, sought to ride the Obama-led wave of change. And he did.

Proof of just how inter-connected we all are. As if we needed anymore. Had I not moved to Britain, where it seems most Kiwis live these days, this election would not have made it onto my radar. But they shared in my elation, as I now do in theirs.

Thursday 6 November 2008

Political Healing

Now that this long and historic election is over, the great partisan divisions created during the last eight years can finally start to come back together. While we bask in this euphoric celebration, and it indeed makes us feel better than we have in a very long time, it is important to remember that America remains a bitterly divided country. In Missouri, the vote, two days later, remains too close to call.

I thought today of a certain Colonel Tim Collins, of the 1st Battalion, Royal Irish Regiment, who, about to embark on the invasion of you know where in 2003, gave a speech, in which he says to his men, '[But] if you are ferocious in battle remember to be magnanimous in victory.'

The formerly-repressed are reaching out, and they are nothing if not magnanimous. Ze Frank started a project called from52to48withlove, which asked people to upload messages to those who voted for McCain. And for those outside the States, there's the wonderfully idealistic Hello Everybody at sorryeverybody.com, which asks for messages to the rest of the world (and presumably vice-versa). Neat ideas, I thought. Neat enough for this cynical former DM'er to get involved.

But I'm not ready. I'm too angry. Too angry at the people who were stupid enough to be swayed by the obviously spun distortions and lies of the Republican party. Twice! Too angry at the massive increase of wealth disparity (1% of Americans control 40% of the wealth) that isn't going to go away just because Obama finally got elected. Too angry at the insinuation that I am not a real American because I am not a Bible-banging, small-town resident. I say this for a reason.

Because surely we all won on Tuesday night. It was more than a victory for the people who believed in Obama. It was also a victory for those Americans who, for whatever reason (and there still are a few good ones), voted Republican. They too, will benefit from the new course America is now on.

And these past years have just been too hard, the damage too great, for me to reach out and grant them that success. I have been a victim of anti-Americanism caused by it's policies and actions. It's been too personal.

Someday, I would like to be magnanimous. I just need time to heal.

Wednesday 5 November 2008

President Obama

So it really happened.

I'm not sure it has really sunk in yet. I think the needs of daily living have kept me from stopping and just feeling it. Every time I see one of the headlines proclaiming the magnitude of Obama being elected, or see the pictures of how the rest of the world is reacting, I hold back tears of pride, happiness, and of course, relief.

It is hard for non-Americans to understand just how devastating the past eight years have been to my sense of being American.

The most powerful image from last night for me was not the sight of a black man addressing America as President-elect. It was of another black man, civil rights leader and presidential candidate Rev. Jesse Jackson watching, and crying. Crying because the cause for which he has spent his entire life fighting had been won. But won by another man.

My favourite quote about America comes from Winston Churchill: 'America always does the right thing, as soon as every other option is exhausted.'

Barack Obama has raised the hope not just of Americans, but quite literally of the entire world in the way that genuineness gets people to believe. But with those raised hopes come raised expectations.

It is just the beginning. As he acknowledged in his acceptance speech, there is a lot of hard work to be done. He will inherit an absolute mess, and it may be too much for one President to fix. But at least we're now going the right way.

The significance of what he has achieved cannot be underestimated. And perhaps the problems we face will fall one by one. Certainly now the world looks upon America a little more favourably.

And this humbled man no longer has to feel shame in being American.

Tuesday 4 November 2008

He's everywhere


This appeared in the lift (elevator) of my London workplace. A simple black & white printout. In a country that obviously has no say in the matter (but I have already been asked 5 times if I voted).

He has inspired not just left-leaning Americans, but people of all opinions all over the globe.

They want to believe in America again.

Monday 3 November 2008

The New Office


The long awaited move into the new office has finally happened. Swanky new white desks, new chairs. And a much, much better location than Euston.

We're now in Charlotte Street, the ground zero, if you will, of the UK advertising industry. Grounded with hallowed advertising names like TBWA and Saatchi & Saatchi (we're in their building), the area is full of diverse restaurants and pub, a far cry from our old office.

The area is probably best known for the BT Tower, which I can see rather clearly out my window.

Built in the mid-60's, it was originally used to beam microwaves around the country, and used to have a revolving restaurant on top. It is now a Grade II listed, and really handy navigational, icon.

Despite the rather dreary economic outlook (and weather today), we're actually set for a rosy future here. It seems we've arrived.

Sunday 2 November 2008

The Replacements

So The Replacements re-released a number of their early albums all digitally remastered and with additional, never-before heard tracks, including the much-rumoured alternate version of one of their seminal songs. For 'Mats fans, and there only ever seem to be hardcore fans, this is like crack. They imploded spectactularly onstage in Chicago, never having reached their full potential, and leaving us fans who identified so much with them sadly and permenantly unfulfilled.

My two favourite of their albums:

I spent the last week in an identity-confusing haze listening to the albums. (Yes, mum, I bought them all, but when you download them they're like half the price).

They sang about being stuck in dead-end jobs, being broke, not being good enough for the girl you liked, or striking out in a self-loathing insecure rage against the world. Which, on the face of it, is what a lot of Rock 'n' Roll is about. But they sang a particular Minneapolis strain of it.

Which was me.

They understood the futility of living in the Midwest that I felt. Even if I couldn't articulate it at the time.

Because of this, I've always thought of them as being a very Minneapolis band. I've kept my love of them private because I've always felt that no-one over here would truly understand why I thought they were so great, because they'd never been to Minneapolis or had the experience I had living there.

Or maybe it's because I didn't want to reveal who I was back then. My favourite song of all time is their 'Can't Hardly Wait', which, basically, is about being a fuck-up and knowing it. Which is what I was (God the Brits are gonna love this bit of intimacy).

Another, 'Here Comes A Regular', is about the people who go to bars to drink away their shame.

In listening this week, I realised I can no longer really identify with them the way I did back then. I have come a very long ways in the ensuing years. Because I identified with them so strongly, they seem to be of a specific time and place. And it's not a place I think my friends over here can relate to.

Still, I still love them, and it's comforting to know they're back there in my memories.

I just wonder if that's where they need to stay.

Tuesday 28 October 2008

Accepting Everyone

I got asked today if it were really possible for a couple of neo-Nazis to kill 100 black students and then Barack Obama. I am often a focal point for the ills, and the questions about, my country. When you're the only American within the vicinity, you get asked the questions about America.

Fair enough, because when I ask 'do they really fry Mars bars?' I ask the nearest Glaswegian, or when I wondered why I could be arrested and imprisoned for shooting someone in self-defence, I asked an English person.

The answer to the question isn't as easy as it seems. An immediate answer would indicate that no, it is not possible for a couple of narrow-minded white supremacists to kill a bunch of black kids and then a presidential candidate. Our country, as hard as it has tried to not, can actually be tolerant. And they would be found out.

But thinking about it for the day, another strain of thought emerged. They, these 'this country is a Christian White country' people, may be small in number, and it is easy to dismiss them, but they can, because of lax gun ownership laws or the easy availability of bomb-making materials, cause a disproportionately large amount of damage. (The Oklahoma City bombing is an example).

So, yes, it is possible for a lot of black children and Barack Obama to be killed by a small narrow-minded group of people.

What a completely absurd conclusion to contemplate in this day and age.

Monday 27 October 2008

Craig votes!


The less than ideal place I get put in when elections come around is that I get to vote in elections in the States, where I am not really affected by the outcome, and not in the UK, where I am affected by it. You can argue that we are all affected by the choices American make, but voting law doesn't really reflect that.

This fact does not sit well with some of my friends back home. It is a little too close to having a foreigner influence what they see as their, and not my, elections.

But it is still my country, and I still have the right to vote. And this election, this so very decisive moment in American history, is too important, the choice of roads to go down so very different, that any discussion about my right to vote would be mere quibbling.

McCain-Palin '08!

No no no. just kidding.

Friday 24 October 2008

Working late on a Friday night

As I left the agency around half six tonight, there were still four creatives working. Scurrying around trying to get things done so they could leave. It occurred to me that all four were working on projects for me. Before you say anything I'm calling you a muppet and saying I didn't need to be there any longer.

And anyway that's not the important part. All four of them were excited to be doing what was keeping them late on a Friday night. They were all determined to do the best job they possibly could. They wanted to be there.

They looked serious and important, I have to say.

The projects they were working on are both really interesting in their different ways. Interesting enough to make them serious men doing serious things on a Friday night.

For being able to work with such talent as them, and to see them acting this way, I stepped a little lighter and held my head a little higher on the way to the pub.

Thank you boys, thank you.

Wednesday 22 October 2008

The letter

It's like getting a cut on on your finger, and only when it hurts eery time you use it do you realise how aluable your finger is.

For some reason, I can't use the key between the c and the b.

Al Gore quoted a friend of his, a scientist, who said 'climate change is ultimately about whether or not haing an opposable thumb and a cerebral cortex is a viable option'.

I am off to figure out why I hae fingers now.

Tuesday 21 October 2008

Alnwick Stew

When I was at university, quite a long time ago now, I spent six months studying in the Northumberland town of Alnwick. That's 'Annick', mind. We actually lived in Alnwick Castle, home to the Duke of Northumberland.

For a pimpley teenager from the Midwest, this was a big deal. It was where my life zagged when my friends zigged. I saw my own country though the perspective of another country. Among many, many other things, I learned to be open to trying new things, because you never know what you are going to experience. And I learned that European women can be smokin' hot.

I still, over 20 years later, think about it, or remember something, or reference it, a number of times a day. And my experience there can follow me and pop up in surprising places.

Like The Times, the right-wing paper in this country. Gordon Ramsay has published a new cookbook. And one of the excerpt recipes was for Alnwick Soup, adapted, as he wrote, from the fameous stew.

?

So I raced to Google and found that that sure enough, there was a stew you could only get in Alnwick, that it was loved by the late Ian Percy (the Percys owned the castle), who ate it at the White Swan, and that I'd never heard of it.

So I made it. It would be a way to bring the past into the present, and reconnect me with my with the place. It did.

You see, when I was there, Alnwick was a post-industrial shithole. Having no money, we rarely ate out. But it reminded, the way only food can remind you of a place, me of being in Alnwick. It was hearty, and sparse. It was cheap, and simple. At first, I thought it was bland.

But I cooked the leftovers, and discovered something else. It wasn't bland. It was understated. Maybe subtle is a better word. It was never going to be full of the firey spices of Indian cooking, obviously. Or deep and layered like French cooking, I knew. It was, well, British. Of a time and a place. And what I discovered is that's exactly what I wanted it to be.

Alnwick Stew

900g piece gammon
25g butter
3 onions, chopped
2 tsp dry English mustard
4 large waxy potatoes, peeled and cut into slices the thickness of a £1 coin
2 bay leaves
1 litre hot vegetable stock, made with low-salt bouillon powder
handful flat-leaf parsley

1. Place the gammon in a large pan of cold water and bring to the boil. Remove the gammon and discard the water.

2. When cool enough to handle, cut the meat into 2cm cubes.

3. Melt the butter in a heavy-based pan.

4. Put half the onions in the bottom of the pan and season with black pepper and a little mustard powder.

5. Layer half the gammon on top, seasoning again, then top with half the potatoes and a bay leaf.

6. Repeat with the remaining ingredients: onions, mustard, black pepper, gammon, potatoes and bay leaf.

7. Pour in enough stock to reach just below the top layer of potatoes. You may not need it all.

8. Bring to the boil and simmer gently for 1 hour until the meat and vegetables are cooked.

9. To serve; spoon into shallow bowls and sprinkle with chopped parsley

Monday 20 October 2008

We Need To Talk About Socialism

I had an academic-type tell me years ago (in one of those idealistic conversations that at the time seems like it was aided by the drink, but was probably really hindered) that the communists ruined socialism for everyone else because of what they did in Russia. Which, of course, culminated in the spectactular failure of a planned economy. It's ideals got corrupted by human nature, he'd said, and wasn't really socialism.

Indeed, during the Cold War in the States, it was a common insult hurled at the Left with great effectiveness by the Republicans. And just last week McCain, with considerably less success, accused Obama of being a socialist. They have so effectively owned the word that the Left has been powerless to have any reasoned debate about it.

I've often thought about what my better-educated friend said that night. And thought it a shame to pillor a well-meaning, if loose, theory because it'd been basterdised by one group.

But it was the victory of victories; free market capitalism had won the ultimate ideological battle and history was over.

So the American way was the right way. It was undisputable, and capitalism took off unchecked. It was shortly after the fall of Russia that Wall Street met Main Street, and, aided by internet stock trading, everyone was investing in the stock market. If you didn't have a portfolio, you were nobody. Status symbols changed. What car you drove or what job you had meant less than what stocks you invested in and how wealthy you'd become. And it went on, only slightly bumpy, for 20 years.

And then we get to now. The fierce urgency of now, That One says. While much of the country got richer, it was mostly a few who got very, very richer. They had done it by devising more and more complex ways of tapping into the earning power of those who didn't work in investment banking and had to make their money the old fashioned way, by earning it. A transfer of the cash earning potential of regular people into financial products to sell to other banks. It created the biggest wealth disparity in American history. In the country that still believes, to this day, despite it's actions, in the proud principle that all men were created equal.

It crashed. And the American way is no longer invincible. Now both Cold War ideologies have failed. And they failed the people the were both meant to empower.

So let's have a conversation about socialism. A national one. Let's talk about nationalising the services that are nesessary to conduct one's life. Like banking. And utilities. Health insurance. Food. Maybe even car ownership.

Because so few people in America have sought to understand what socialism really represents, it's the word that's bad, not the ideology. It would seem the Republicans think socialism is ok when the wealthy are in trouble. Now that socialism has been applied to the wealthy, maybe the time has come to talk about socialism when the not-so-wealthy are in trouble.

Can we have it back please. The word. God knows nothing else seems to be working these days.

Saturday 18 October 2008

Who Is The Wanker Now?

Spent Friday afternoon at The Hospital working with my Head of Planning on a presentation we're doing. It's a private members club the senior management at Digitas are members of. It's great for entertaining clients and for getting away to do work, as we did. Good food, good service. It was just too bad about the clientele. I'd always been envious for status symbol reasons that I wasn't senior enough to get a membership.

It's the kind of place habituated with arrogant ATL advertisers. It has it's own recording studio, so maybe it's also used by people in the film industry. Or ATL creatives who are frustrated film directors. You know the kind. Too old to be wearing skinny jeans, black metal studded belts, T-shirts that don't quite cover their budding bellies. And some sort of complicated, highlighted haircut.

Upon leaving, I took the lift down with 4 blissfully-unaware-of-me people that I'd seen earlier. They had left their stuff on a table we needed so we could spread out. They're right, I suppose, but it was a little inconsiderate. In the lift, they self-confidently poked fun at each other and laughed alot. They were all dressed very well. My judgement of them was an attempt to be fair, and not let my own circumstances cloud it.

I'd decided that while their self-confidence and obvious financial success were annoying, I couldn't really find any moral or other fault with them.

Outside, on the street as I was walking towards the Tube, two of them tried to hail a black cab. The man whistled and held up his hand. The woman screamed 'Taxi! Taxi!' as if the driver could hear her through closed windows, with the radio probably playing. His light was off, meaning he wasn't picking up passengers, and he passed by without stopping.

'Cunt', said the man.

'What a wanker', said the woman.

It was then that they went from mildly annoying to proper totally self-involved assholes. And it's why I am no longer jealous that I don't have a membership to The Hospital.

Thursday 16 October 2008

The Gin Club



So tonight there's a party. Sponsored by The Gin Club, a sort of not real club of Creatives who once drank a bottle of Spanish gin one of them brought back from holiday.

Another one of them won the agency's Diamond Geezer of the Month Award (helped, I am sure, by a massive lobbying campaign), which comes with a nice £100 prize, and kindly donated all £100 to the Gin Fund. Another lobbying effort got our big chief to kick in yet another £200 to the Gin Fund.

We're moving you see, to shiner, more civilised offices on Charlotte Street, the Madison Ave of the ad industry here. (Though Char Men doesn't have quite the same ring to it.) We are losing our beloved playroom, replete with snooker table, darts, table tennis and big huge windows, and The Gin Club is having one last bash to ring out the old, not much liked Eversholt Street office.

I expect many sore heads in the morning. Mine included.

Wednesday 15 October 2008

Countries Get The Leaders They Deserve

In 2004 it was said that the Republicans got Middle America to vote against their economic interests. Their reply was that there are more important things than money. This, I think, is unique to American politics. That political outcomes are determined by people voting for what is best for them individually.

This Federal election cycle, as we are all well aware, has been very long and unusual in the choices that have been presented, and in the audacity of the twists and turns. Not to mention so, so historic that one such as me, who, while being possessed of strong opinions, is not enough of a political pundit to give it proper justice.

And smack in the middle of it, we get a financial crisis that is so, so historic that rather suddenly America finds itself in a situation it hasn't found itself since--you know it's coming--the Great Depression. Which, like the Great War, looks like it will now become known as the First Great Depression.

The two are not unrelated. Those Middle Americans who voted in the party that believes in no regulation whatsoever (don't worry, they market is it's own regulator), are now at risk of losing the wealth they've acquired during the boom, the less well off of them are at risk of losing the homes they believed they were entitled to, and those among them who spent their lives saving for their golden retirement are at risk of losing much of their money, some of whom will need to go back to work to live until they die.

I honestly believe that Barack Obama will win this election. Personally, it means I can stop fucking apologising for the behaviour of my country and it's current administration to every non-American I meet. For America, it means that it can finally stop the reckless, 1% of the population enriching, Republican Contract with America that has so damaged the lives of many, many people in America and across this shiny blue sphere.

But even if, and at this point it's still an if, he wins, the numbers show America is still divided. As I write, The Guardian has Obama ahead by 7.3%, 49.8 to 42.5. So that leaves almost 43% of the 300 million people in America disatisified with their president.

Winston Churchill once said that Americans always do the right thing, but only after they've exhausted all the alternatives. Has America run out of alternatives yet, or are there alternatives we, the rest of the world, have to live through before Americans make the right decision?

Today, right now, from my window in Great Britain, it seems that Middle Americans need to lose their homes and be left out in the cold November rain for them to realise that they were wrong.

Tuesday 14 October 2008

The Focal Point For All Opinions Of America

We often use this rather talented, older English illustrator when we need illustrations for our clients. I really like him. He's the gentle, considerate kind of English that is easy to enjoy. Affable to the point of verbosity, conversations have a tendency to get away from him. I ran into him outside having a cigarette today.

And apparently, because I am American, he thought he would tell me about a radio program/programme about America he'd heard last night.

This guy, Simon Mayo, went travelling to five/5 cities around America and reported back. And my friend was stunned, as he said, by the poverty and despair Mr. Mayo found in Detroit. Now, anyone who has seen Roger & Me or 8 Mile, or read a few papers in the past few years, knows how bad it is these days in Detroit, and just how many hard-working people there are struggling to get even a little moment of the comfort we so easily buy.

But my friend didn't. And he had to tell me about his ignorance. He said America had always been portrayed as the City on the Hill; shiny, new, a place where everyone was wealthy, or at least wealthier than most people in Britain. He'd never learned about the dark side of the American Dream.

So I sat there and listen to him tell me loads of information I already knew. And he would (or should, if he was a thinking man) know that I would know. Which meant that the conversation wasn't really about telling me about America. It was about telling me that he liked America and Americans. So it was about trying to impress upon me that he thought I was an OK guy.

Which, when your country is the Eliot Spitzer of the world, is not a bad compliment at all. Even if getting there took awhile.

Monday 13 October 2008

I got new socks!



Apparently the fascination with color/colour is a British thing. All I know is that Eva, because they have a bit of color/colour, won't steal them.

Sunday 12 October 2008

Comfort Food

I think one of the finer contributions the British have made to the world culinary scene has to be the Sunday roast. It's like a little Thanksgiving, only you get more choice of meat. And you don't tend to eat enough for three. Or fight with your sister.

You can have it down your local or not so local pub. And not all Sunday roasts are equal. Some are more equal than others. The Bulls Head, where Eva works, does Sunday roast. Just not very well, while the pub up the road, The Bell and Crown, actually does a rather nice one. And if you ever get the chance to go to a pub that has a carvery, you should cancel any plans you have so you can tuck into the juicy slices of meat they shave off for you.

And cooking it for friends is always a very pleasurable way to wind down the weekend. Expecially when you have friends like mine, who can all cook.

Today, this Sunday, is a little different. I do miss the foods of my life in America; indeed, one of the reason I started to cook was so I could cook the foods I couldn't get in London. Like decent Mexican. Or me mum's goulash, which I have since discovered isn't really gulyas. Or anything remotely resembling it.

Our comfort foods remind us of who we are, of where we came from. That is why we turn to them for, erm, familiarity.

I have had a usually very dormant craving for Chilli con Carne, or Chilli, as we call it. It's from Texas, not Mexico (to complicate things, Texas used to be a part of Mexico, there was a war and it eventually asked to be annexed), and was the stew that crews on long cattle drives would cook.

Fortunately, a seemingly crackin' recipe appeared in The Guardian. It was from the people that started a lovely fast-food chain, yes they do exist, called Leon.

The chilli is currently making the last little bubbles of simmering before we (being Eva and I. She had a rough day, and my desire to cook dovetailed nicely with needing to take care of my woman) stack it on freshly baked bread and whack it in our gobs.

One of the things I like about the dish that has made my flat smell so wonderful is that it is a chilli in which meat is only probably 1/4 of the dish. You see, most American chillis, they're all meat, a few beans and some green peppers. This recipe is a more balanced dish, like the stews, which it essentially is, from other parts of the world.

If you're interested, here it is. I'm off to eat:

Satisfies four very hungry gringos

1 heaped tsp dried chilli flakes

2½ tsps ground cumin

2 tsps dried oregano

1 tsp cinnamon

5 sprigs of thyme, tied together with string

5 cloves of garlic, roughly chopped

500g braising beef, chuck works well, roughly chopped into 4cm chunks

3 tbsp olive oil

1 heaped tsp cumin seeds

1 heaped tsp coriander seeds

Half a red chilli (or more if you like it hot), thinly sliced

2 Spanish onions, cut into large dice

2 carrots, cut into small dice

1 x 400g tin of chopped tomatoes

2 x 400g tins of kidney beans, drained (If using dried beans, soak about 200g overnight in cold water and add at the same point in the recipe as the tinned ones.)

One small red onion, thinly sliced

Juice of one lime

Salt

Put the dried chilli, ground cumin, oregano, cinnamon, thyme and half the garlic into a dish and add the beef. Turn the meat to coat and leave in the fridge to marinate for a few hours - overnight if possible.

Heat the olive oil in a deep stew pot over a medium heat and gently fry the cumin and coriander seeds for a few minutes until you start to smell them.

Whack up the heat, stir in the beef with the thyme and fry on all sides, picking up a good brown colour. Add some salt, the fresh chilli, remaining garlic, Spanish onions and carrots and keep stirring until the onions are transparent and the carrots soft - about 15-20 minutes.

Tip in the chopped tomatoes and simmer for 10 minutes before the kidney beans join in the fun.Pour in water just to cover, and simmer for an hour with
the lid on. Then take the lid off and simmer for up to an hour more, until the meat is very tender and the whole lot has become quite thickened.

In a little bowl squeeze the lime juice over the thinly sliced red onion; turn the onions over with a spoon a few times, then leave to macerate for half an hour.

Finish by adding a good pinch of ground cumin to the chilli to give fresh flavour to the slow-cook. Lastly check the seasoning and consistency - if it looks a little dry, just slowly stir in water until it is pleasingly loose.

Have all the necessaries on hand: sour cream (we use good-quality yoghurt instead), macerated onions, wedges of lime and a ukulele player.
Satisfies four very hungry gringos

1 heaped tsp dried chilli flakes

2½ tsps ground cumin

2 tsps dried oregano

1 tsp cinnamon

5 sprigs of thyme, tied together with string

5 cloves of garlic, roughly chopped

500g braising beef, chuck works well, roughly chopped into 4cm chunks

3 tbsp olive oil

1 heaped tsp cumin seeds

1 heaped tsp coriander seeds

Half a red chilli (or more if you like it hot), thinly sliced

2 Spanish onions, cut into large dice

2 carrots, cut into small dice

1 x 400g tin of chopped tomatoes

2 x 400g tins of kidney beans, drained (If using dried beans, soak about 200g overnight in cold water and add at the same point in the recipe as the tinned ones.)

One small red onion, thinly sliced

Juice of one lime

Salt

Put the dried chilli, ground cumin, oregano, cinnamon, thyme and half the garlic into a dish and add the beef. Turn the meat to coat and leave in the fridge to marinate for a few hours - overnight if possible.

Heat the olive oil in a deep stew pot over a medium heat and gently fry the cumin and coriander seeds for a few minutes until you start to smell them.

Whack up the heat, stir in the beef with the thyme and fry on all sides, picking up a good brown colour. Add some salt, the fresh chilli, remaining garlic, Spanish onions and carrots and keep stirring until the onions are transparent and the carrots soft - about 15-20 minutes.

Tip in the chopped tomatoes and simmer for 10 minutes before the kidney beans join in the fun.Pour in water just to cover, and simmer for an hour with
the lid on. Then take the lid off and simmer for up to an hour more, until the meat is very tender and the whole lot has become quite thickened.

In a little bowl squeeze the lime juice over the thinly sliced red onion; turn the onions over with a spoon a few times, then leave to macerate for half an hour.

Finish by adding a good pinch of ground cumin to the chilli to give fresh flavour to the slow-cook. Lastly check the seasoning and consistency - if it looks a little dry, just slowly stir in water until it is pleasingly loose.

Have all the necessaries on hand: sour cream (we use good-quality yoghurt instead), macerated onions, wedges of lime and a ukulele player.

Saturday 11 October 2008

What matters about America

Went to some leaving drinks last night for a Project Manager who is going back to school. To LSE no less. We went to a place called Bar Vinyl, 'London's original DJ bar'.

One of our planners, an Italian who grew up in Milan, said something interesting. "I'm sorry but my only experience of America was San Francisco. I felt so free. I have never felt so free in all my life."

That's what America has always represented to other people around the world. The place where they can get away from the social or governmental or financial circumstances that restrict them.

America is often painted as presiding over the rest of the world. But, in it's own way, America really belongs to the rest of the world.

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