Naomi Campbell vs. tomato, ham and mozzarella with local (Tuscan Coast) white wine

You'd be surprised how hard it is to find a decent (PG-rated) photo of Naomi Campbell.

That aside, imagine dreaming that you are just starting a job selling gay wearing apparel (for men) and have (1) just made your first sale and (2) just wakened to the voice of some anonymous female voice describing a tirade that took place on Naomi Campbell's boyfriends' yacht involving Naomi Campbell creating havoc aboard the yacht (to the tune of $56,000) because her appetizer of tomato, ham and mozzarella with a Tuscan wine wasn't up to par.

Now, it happens I'm not gay and had a difficult enough time in my dream trying to match the tastes of my clientele (I'm a mathematician to boot), and then waking to this ridiculous scene that confused me no end. I pay good money to listen to XM-167 (Air America) while I sleep which should be piping good left-wing political hyperdrama into my head rather than yet another explosion by Naomi Campbell. (Yes, I happen to be a Naomi fan and know of her past escapades -- she slapped a "staging assistant" a couple of years ago and also threw a phone at a maid only recently -- maybe a month or two ago, plus other temper tantrums.)

I only have so much time to feed my cats, crash this posting on the Blog and then I have to think hungrily about having a tomato, ham and mozzarella appetizer for my breakfast -- and that Tuscan wine ... Voila! And I'm an alcoholic to boot! How will I ever get in to Aberdeen (location of Grays Harbor College, 30 miles away) to teach two math classes this morning on time?

Sorry for getting off focus (Middle East crisis; World War III, etc.), but just blame it on Air America radio and a slight (I hope) disagreement I had with my brother, Richard in Connecticut, over the phone last evening. I'm really depressed (seriously!) this morning.