Spider Monkey and I were returning from Fuel City, where we’d filled our bellies with delicious tacos, when I spotted a joint off Industrial, on Market Center Boulevard, called Daiquiri’s To Go. The apostrophe. I know. It killed me, too. But how the heck do you serve a daiquiri to go? I mean, that right there is the definition of an open container. I was intrigue’d. So we swung through.
Daiquiri’s To Go might have the best menu in Dallas. Check out this selection of beverage names: Chasity [sic, I think] sits on the menu right atop Sex in Dallas; there’s Pink Panties right next to Pulled 2 Da Side; and there’s the Make U Wet, the D-Ware #94 [I'm sure with Cowboys approval], and the Recession. Solid choices, all. But how do they get away with serving an alcoholic beverage to go? You can see from the picture: they seal it in a plastic bag (as displayed by Spider Monkey). The smallest size was 16 ounces ($6); the largest is 1 gallon ($25). We, of course, waited until we’d gotten back to the office before we poked the straw through the plastic bag and drank it.
If you’re route home this Friday eve takes you past the joint, I highly recommend it.
So, by 10 o’clock Friday, you finally figured out I was gone all week, huh? Why do I feel like Jeff Bebe?
“It’s okay! I’m easy to forget! Just leave me behind! I’m only the effing lead singer!”
1. Parking at the Cowboys Stadium will cost you $40. Texas Stadium had about 16,000 parking spaces. The new joint has about 12,000 (not including spaces at the Rangers Ballpark). Yeah, this is gonna all work out just fine.
2. A new study shows that 30 percent of Dallas-area home sellers have to cut their price at least once, Eric.
3. Dallas County has a new website where you can check on unpaid tickets. The 50 Most Wanted is an interesting list. Shout out to Takelia for the $10,524.80 she owes the county. But you can also search the database by ZIP. An even more interesting list is the scofflaws in 75225 who owe money. That would be University Park. So a shout out to Bunker Hunt, too, for doing 74 mph in a 60 zone back in 1998 and managing to avoid paying up all these years. (I scanned 75205, Highland Park, but no names jumped out at me. If you see one, e-mail me.)
Gary Cartwright on DMN sports columnist Kevin Sherrington: “Sherrington’s offerings are, as they used to say, an inch deep and a mile wide, but his short, punchy style can be pretty funny. … At his best, Sherrington might qualify as Sherrod Lite.” Oh, no, he didn’t it!
Forbes has an interesting update on problems at Dallas’ Highland Capital Management hedge funds.
Might Gov. Rick Perry–who’s given aid and comfort to Texas secessionists lately–have a kindred spirit in Richard W. Fisher, president and CEO of the Federal Reserve Bank of Dallas? OK, so that’s stretching a little. But it sounded for a second like it when the Fed honcho and two other CEOs conversed on stage today with KERA-TV’s Lee Cullum at a luncheon marking the 100th anniversary of the Dallas Regional Chamber. Reminded by Cullum that he’d once called Texas the “most dynamic state,” Fisher said: “We’re pro-business, and competition is key. We have a low-tax environment. The one thing we’re lacking in the state is that we need oodles of Tier 1 universities. If we can win that race, we’ll win, period.” Then he corrected Cullum: “I didn’t say Texas was the greatest state. I said Texas was the greatest country!” Also appearing on the panel at the Sheraton Dallas Hotel were Thomas J. Falk of Kimberly-Clark Corp. and Terdema L. Ussery II of HDNet and the Dallas Mavericks.
I’ve been trying to convince Tim to include my very favorite local water fountain in the “Best of Big D” issue for about 22 years. Today, he rather cruelly broke the news that it’s never going to happen. Forget you, Tim; I’m taking my news straight to the people. Here’s the deal: I’ve gone for runs all over this town–from Oak Cliff to North Dallas–and I’ve sipped from a lot of fountains. In my opinion, no place has finer, colder water—year round, mind you—than the Highland Park Police Department. I don’t know how they do it, but I urge you, do something physical, pop into the dispatch office, and drink up. You’ll thank me. (Lucky for everyone, I just happened to bump into Elizabeth–and by bump into, I mean called her to meet me there–and she was able to snap this photo of me. The water makes everyone a star, apparently.)
At about the sixth illustration, you’ll realize this is not safe for work. But local illustrator Blake Wright makes me giggle.
Actually, I have no idea if Croshere and his wife Emily have a shot of winning their lawsuit (filed yesterday) against his former landlord. I do know it’s over the Crosheres security deposit (which allegedly wasn’t returned after he was traded to Golden State and the couple’s lease expired), and that Croshere probably needs the money, since he’s now at the point of his career where he’s signing 10-day contracts and basically serving as a warm body for practices. I also know that it was inevitable that Croshere would have spent some time with the Mavs at some point during his career, because the organization loves tall white stiffs like I love basic cable movies starring Patrick Swayze, Keanu Reeves, or — where possible — both.
But you’ll still probably find this freelancing seminar useful. It’s this Saturday at UTA. The joint is being produced by the Fort Worth chapter of the Society of Professional Journalists. Trey was supposed to be on the panel, but I understand he has come down with a bad case of scabies. You’ve been warned and informed.
Those of us who live by the lake are pumped for the new White Rock Local Market. It’ll be held on the second Saturday of each month, and the first one is June 13. Meat, dairy, produce, even clothes — all of it made locally.
Someone deep inside Oncor this morning sent me a link to the company’s Flickr site, whereon is pictured something called a static VAr compensator (or SVC) recently put into service. Oncor will have the largest concentration of these SVCs once a second array is installed in Plano later this year. So what the heck are they, exactly? Well, it’s a bank of individually switched capacitors in conjunction with a thyristor-controlled air- or iron-core reactor. By means of phase angle modulation switched by the thyristors, the reactor may be variably switched into the circuit, thus providing a continuously variable MVAr injection (or absorption) to the electrical network. Or so says Wikipedia.
My translation: in the summer, we use a lot of electricity. Except when we don’t. That fluctuation causes a big stress to Oncor’s delivery systems. These new widgets keep that stress to a minimum — and keep our air conditioners blowing.
Now can we get back to talking about The Bachelorette?
1. If you were wondering if anti-war camping enthusiast Cindy Sheehan would follow former President Bush to Dallas, stop wondering.
2. I’ve read enough John Douglas to know that serial killers generally get their start by mutilating animals. So everyone in the Cross Roads area: keep your head on a swivel.
3. You can read this story about the best way to get to the new Cowboys Stadium, or you can listen to me when I say no matter what you do, what map you follow, what god you pray to at night in your footie pajamas, you are screwed.
Christina Rees used to work as an editor in these hallowed cubicles. Then she left us and went and opened an art gallery called Road Agent. But the words — just when she thought she was out, they pulled her back in. Christina has written a polemic for the statewide arts site Glasstire. The piece is generating some talk among gallerists and collectors in town. To give you an idea why:
I attended the DMA’s annual Art Ball a couple of weeks ago. It’s a massive, swish fundraising auction and dinner. It was packed with the richest people in Dallas. Far, far more money was spent on non-art auction items. Hundreds of thousands of dollars more. Vacations, jewelry, spa packages, home décor. Getting people to bid on the donated artwork was — just ask the visiting auctioneer, Sotheby’s’ Oliver Barker — like squeezing a dry sponge. There were only a few gallerists there, and next to no artists, which was a blessing. I left feeling like I’d boxed twelve harrowing rounds with Mike Tyson and lost both ears in the process. It was demeaning, exhausting, and I’m afraid a real indicator of how so many of the wealthy want to spend their money in this recession. Strings of pearls and weekends in Cabo. It was so fucking weird to be reminded of this reality at the museum.
I’m told some gallerists in town are concerned that Christina’s piece will be seen as representing a larger attidude in Dallas about wealthy collectors — and there are some gallerists here who certainly don’t share Christina’s take.
Here’s my thing: I like her anger. As a cultural critic, she uses it to good effect. To me, it reads as raw and honest. The recession has hit her business, and she’s hitting back. But as a gallerist, she hasn’t done herself any favors. That anger will not serve her well. Hitting your customers doesn’t usually drive up sales.
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