In this case, it wasn’t 9/11-type terrorism, but Charles Whitman-type terrorism. This kid is really sick and needs help or UT just averted a major disaster — or both.
The News personal finance columnist on why it took so long to eliminate stock listings from newspapers and other stuff. Why does he like business journalism?
It focuses on verbs rather than adjectives. It’s the language of human action.
OK, Willie Nelson’s 75 today, which is wonderful. But, really, isn’t today’s DMN editorial and the Texas Monthly May extravaganza all bordering on some serious overkill? Willie’s been responsible for some great songs and he’s a Texas “icon” and all, but come on. The TM oral history is thousands and thousands and thousands (and thousands) of words about Nelson from people like Jimmy Carter and Robert Redford. Evan Smith even tells us he “reacts emotionally” when he hears the first notes of “Whiskey River.” When I hear them I think: “Oh crap; not that one again.” Happy Birthday anyway, Willie. Hold one in for me.
Avery Johnson has been fired by the Mavericks, sources in our offices tell me. I know the body isn’t cold, but I would like to officially announce that I am interested in the position. I’m a hard worker, a self starter, I watched almost every game over the past five seasons (many from the confines of the AAC, as I am a half-season ticket older), and I played varsity basketball at a 3A high school (and even started a bunch of games!). So, as you can see, I’m totally qualified. Plus, I look awesome in a suit and wouldn’t hesitate to have some pipe-wielding MFFLs go to town on Stack’s knee.
(Full disclosure right off the bat: I’ve met Lone Star Park Vice President G.W. Hail a few times and he’s a nice guy. Nice enough that if he asks me to do him a favor, I’m inclined to oblige. I’m especially inclined when the favor involves promoting me as an almost pseudo-celebrity. And yes, I realize I’m falling in to his publicity trap by mentioning this stunt on FrontBurner … just as he planned it. Well played, G.W.)
What am I talking about? A week or so ago, G.W. asked me to create a Lone Star Park music mix to be broadcast during live racing days — songs to be played during downtime. G.W. said he was going to ask other media types to contribute (people like Norm, Newy, and Clarice). Apparently I was the first to turn mine in and so mine will be the first to enter the rotation — starting tomorrow, G.W. tells me. I obsessed over the mix like I am wont to do. I had to account for varying age groups, differences in preferences, sensitivity to mood (upbeat, but not too cheery for the frowny-faced bettors), yet still staying true to songs I truly like/love. For those who are curious, the final line-up is after the jump.
As the father of four Allisonettes, ages 16-23, I am disgusted by the latest CPS announcement that 31 out of 53 girls rounded up in the FLDS raid are either pregnant or have given birth (one, in fact, gave birth today). However, I remain skeptical. For one thing, the CPS is working overtime to justify its actions, and many of its leaks to the press have been as inaccurate as the original grounds for the search warrant. For another, as Scott Henson points out, its numbers either don’t add up or are deliberately jiggled. But there’s another point that goes to the heart of the matter, which I’ll address after the jump:
That’s according to People magazine. Alan Peppard caught their boner.
Kent Rathbun has just completed a complete makeover of starship Abacus. New menu; gorgeous digs. Rathbun is back in the kitchen. They had a quick soft opening on Monday and Tuesday nights and they’re ready for you now. Beet salad, anyone? Looks like tall food is making a comeback.
Now that would be a stimulus package. An alert FBvian points us to the story.
SMU’s student newspaper is exposing the boorish behavior of some of its students:
One doctor wrote to complain on behalf of a thousand conference attendees. In early April, the group of doctors stayed at the same North Dallas hotel a group of SMU students were also booked at. On all 15 floors, he wrote, SMU students “urinated in hallways,” “came close to physical confrontations with other guests,” kicked in doors and walked in on other guests in their rooms. He also said yelling and profane language went on until dawn.
The odd part about the story is that the revelation comes not in a story in the Daily Campus, but rather in an ad — paid for by a vice president of student affairs.
1. Marty Turco’s playoff beard is doing the trick, as the Stars now look to sweep the Sharks. In related news, Zac’s beard is doing the trick, too. Meanwhile, the Mavs? Josh Howard is an idiot for going out and partying it up after game four. But you know, if they had to lose (and they prolly did), then I’m glad New Orleans did it to them. That city needs all the good news it can get. And they sound pretty stoked.
2. An Irving postal carrier left an injured Chihuahua named Rambo in a box on the mayor’s doorstep. He’s fed up with the city’s lax animal control efforts. Now that’s thinking outside the box. (Thank you, Irving!)
3. Eddie Bernice Johnson Boulevard? Post Industrial Boulevard? Those are two of the 10 names now up for consideration for the renaming of Industrial. Vomit.