Comes news that the Arena Football League is folding. For the rest of our lives, we’ll all remember today and what we were doing when we got this terrible news.
Or maybe not. Either way, this quote from the Morning News‘ story isn’t the most explosive thing I’ve ever read:
“We believe something happened, but we don’t know to what extent,” said Karen Permetti of the Lewisville Independent School District. “We don’t know if it’s Advil or Ectasy.”
If I could add my two cents: I lived in Lewisville for about one year. I never wanted to do drugs so much in my entire life. So, I’m going to go ahead and move my chips over to “probably true.”
Just a couple of weeks ago, I wrote the following:
So far this summer, 72 kids have already drowned in the state, including 19 in North Texas.
Sadly, both of those numbers need updating. The statewide record has been achieved (it’s at 84 now, following the deaths of two 7-year-olds at Scurry Lake near Midland), and we’re up to 20 in North Texas (the latest was a 1-year-old who fell into a pool in Garland).
I’ll repeat this again, so this record will (hopefully) never be broken: People! Watch your kids when they’re near water! Any kind. If you see a puddle, make everyone hold hands. If it’s sprinkling outside, get some floaties. Whatever it takes.
Last night, Scott Friedman did a story on NBC Channel 5 about the people in Dallas who use the most water. Ross Perot got a finger wagged at him for using 4.8 million gallons last year. Tom Hicks got the same treatment for using 8.7 million gallons. Friedman began his story by saying, “Some of the wealthiest people in Dallas are swimming in more than just money. They’re also consuming water at a rate that’s 40 to 90 times greater than the typical Dallas household.”
Okay, sure, that’s a lot of water. But how about some context? For this story to make sense, you’ve got to break it down on a per-acre basis. Tom Hicks’s estate includes about 25 acres. That means he uses about 348,000 gallons per acre per year. Is that ridiculously high? I don’t know. Point is, if you’ve got a big house and you’ve got a lot of land, you’re going to use a lot of water.
I’m going to turn comments on, because I bet there’s a FrontBurnervian out there who knows how much water an average Dallas resident uses per acre.
1. It’s podcast time in the City Hall corruption trial. In yesterday’s episode, listeners heard tapes of former Mayor Pro Tem Don Hill telling a political consultant that he feared Hill’s appointee to the city plan commission, D’Angelo Lee, wasn’t being entirely ethical. “He’s a great brother,” Hill said of Lee, “but he’s moving really fast.” Not even sure I need a joke here. I’m just going to use that phrase at least five times today.
2. Fort Worth-based Radio Shack is rebranding itself as “The Shack.” Rejected names include but are not limited to “Love Shack,” “Shack Attack,” and “Your Local Provider of S-Video Cable.”
3. The McDonald’s at Parkland hospital will close this month, after many years of jokes about the fast-food chain being on the grounds of the hospital. A spokesman for the Parkland McD’s sounds a little defensive when he says:
“The McDonald’s at Parkland offers a variety of great-tasting, quality food choices in a number of serving sizes to fit many nutritional needs.”
On second thought, I’m going to say that at least five times today.
Today we bring you the second installment of our discussion of Javier Calvo’s Wonderful World. If you haven’t picked up the book yet (available at Legacy Books), there’s still time to catch up to us. Every week we talk about a few chapters. See what Christine Allison, Laura Kostelny, and Peggy Levinson have to say about chapters 7-14.
Here’s something else you didn’t learn, Zac: how much you will hate that park during its construction. While the official move date has not yet been nailed down, D Magazine will be in its new offices no later than October 1. You noticed the groundbreaking date for the park, right? (And how, exactly, do you “break ground” for a roof-deck park, anyway?) Methinks just as we’re acclimating ourselves to our new downtown HQ, we’ll be dealing with street closures aplenty.
Things I learned from this City Hall Blog post:
• Atlanta’s Archer Western won the $44.5 million contract to build the Woodall Rodgers Deck Park.
• Henceforth, and until someone steps up with sponsorship money, it will unofficially be known simply as “the Park.”
Things I didn’t:
• When I should expect to be able take a picnic basket to said “Park,” even though I probably never will actually do that, and am really referring to a stereotypical park activity that will theoretically be undertaken by someone who is not me. (Actually, I’m kidding. That is exactly what I plan to do. Along with Frisbee® and/or Frisbee® golf.)
Be glad you’re literate, because you can read this great story today from Sam Hodges in the Dallas Morning News about Arnie Clark, a retired welder in Collin County who has finally learned to read.
1. Dallas County is enacting a scofflaw program in September that basically works like this: if you have an unpaid ticket, you don’t get to register your car. In other news, I might be the only person in Dallas County who currently feels compelled to pay ticket fines. According to a council member, “Right now, people get a ticket and nobody bothers them. So they get another ticket and still nobody bothers them. So they start to say, getting a ticket in Dallas is no big deal.” Seriously. How come no one told me this?
2. Because Dallas County jails have failed seven inspections involving guard to prisoner ratios, the Sheriff’s Department has been forced to make guards all but move in to the facilities. They can’t leave the the building for lunch. Heck, they can’t even leave their assigned floor for any non-emergency reason. And a guard’s duties don’t end until the guy from the next shift actually shows up. So, if Joe decides not to show up, someone inherits a double shift. Oh. And no overtime pay. Yes. A lawsuit has been filed.
3. Lonely women who have been hurt and disappointed by mortal men gathered at the Sheraton Dallas for TwiCon, a conference celebrating all things Twilight. Participants paid $255 to dress up in ball gowns and masks and gush over the character Edward, a vampire who is apparently the dreamiest being on earth. And they said funny things about the love story like, “It’s commitment beyond commitment, because it’s forever.” Puh-lease. As if Bella and Edward have anything on Leia and Han.
This morning, Scott Cantrell in the News cast a critical eye at the already-dated- looking new convention hotel. Scott’s critcisms are mostly architectural, and I don’t think there are many professionals who would disagree with the point he makes.
But his point is not big enough. Yes, the facade of this building may be a problem, but the setting is a disaster.
Here we go again, plunking down big, multi-story buildings without giving the slightest thought to how humans interact, without regard to human scale, and without any concern for visual pleasure. Our own City Hall is our most famous example, a large, tilting pile sitting alone in its plaza, as isolated as a leper at an orgy. The Convention Center is even worse, a gigantic curse of concrete strung along for whole city blocks.
Imagine standing outside this planned hotel on those wide swaths of concrete in July (hello, Mary Kay conventioneers! Are the glass and concrete making you hotter than you already were?). The deserted feel, if not the architecture, would be eerily similar to Victory Park on a Sunday afternoon.
Developer Matthews Southwest says it intends to fill in all the now-empty space with mixed-use buildings over time. Good luck with that. It seems Victory has taught them and the city’s planners nothing. So let me try to make this plain as day. There is no time. Make a site unfriendly to humans, and no humans will come. If you have to start big, as a convention hotel necessarily has to do, make sure the smaller, more intimate, more human-friendly buildings are there at the start to give your hotel some cover and context. Otherwise, we’re going to end up with another beached Dallas behemoth.
Granted, the weather is insanely beautiful tonight. But my first visit to QuikTrip Park has me won over. Much easier to negotiate than the MLB park in town. Highly recommended.
How’s that for a headline. The bad news comes from the Journal of the Public Library of Science. Maps A show life expectacy at birth for blacks (counties with more than five deaths for any 5-y age group were included to prevent statistical distortions) . Maps B show the same for whites.
The various shades of red mark the lowest life expectancy, and what is glaringly obvious at a glance is that Dallas is deep red, red, or reddish (except maybe for black males; I can’t figure out if that red county is Dallas or not).
The next question is why. The Gene Expression blog compares the maps of white males to one of Scotch-Irish ancestry by county and deduces a correlation. He particularly notes the purplish counties in Central Texas were settled by Germans (and Czechs). The incidence for blacks may reflect genetic intermixing in the South.
I have always — until a few moments ago, anyway — been proud of my Scots ancestry. Anyone named Lodowick Brodie Cobb Allison has little choice. But, really, it ought to come with a warning label.
The evidence continues to come in. Now one of the architects of forcing states like Texas to raise the drinking age back in 1984 thinks it ought to be lowered. The law was one of the most egregious extensions of federal power in modern history — signed by none other than Ronald Reagan.
John Thornton, the Austin Ventures guy who’s backing the soon-to-launch-maybe-in-the-fall online state newspaper, quotes Decherd’s speech yesterday on why his idea won’t work and says:
I’m convinced. Let’s call the whole thing off!!!!
Hey, I like that winking smiley face, John. Tell me how to do it (and I’ll overuse it).