Nothing like good ol’ American competitiveness to get the juices flowing, as this report from Pete Sessions’s Town Hall posted yesterday shows. The crowd details are a little vauge after the first mention of 20-30 people — which beat the competition! — that somehow later elides into the 1,800-2,000 who showed up for the Town Hall. So the count is a little iffy. But the dedication is certainly there. The question is, dedication to what?
DISD starts the school year Monday. Thank goodness. But my 10-year-old son’s day camp has been closed all week, forcing My Fair Lady and me to scramble to find accommodations for the boy. Today, I was left with no other option than to bring him to work with me. The first problem he encountered: Wick walked in and gave him an assignment. The boy is to make a list of five things about our website that he likes and five things he doesn’t. He’s currently taking a break from that task to watch Ghostbusters on my laptop. The other problem the boy found: Eric just walked into my office and dropped an F-bomb.
Update: Thirty minutes after I put up this post, Eric dropped another wayward F-bomb on my son.
Update: Ghostbusters is rated PG, and yet, given how many S-bombs it features, you’d guess that Eric wrote the script.
Update: At 2:22, Eric just declared in front of my son that Forgetting Sarah Marshall is “f#@$ing funny.”
Sarah Blaskovich wrote a story over on Pegasus News about how TxDot has set up a Twitter account to warn drivers of traffic and closures everywhere in Texas — except here. Seems they had a problem with technology.
So Pegasus founder Mike Orren did what he does. He set up Twitter accounts to connect to TxDot and provide what it couldn’t. And what happened? TxDot accuses him of forgery (for some reason in governmentese, that becomes Forgery: capitalized, the word seems more portentous, I guess) and impersonating a public servant. For doing what it couldn’t do!
Good luck with that one, TxDot. But the larger question is: what are they teaching at law schools? Did Associate General Counsel Juliet U. King also attend the University of Tulsa College of Law (hello there, C. Bruce Willis!). Does nobody go to class anymore? Are there any courses in constitutional law? Has somebody slipped stupidity into the water supply?
I’m looking at you, Deirdre Delisi.
1. To describe what is at issue between Jose Escobedo and the Junius Heights Historic District — the artificial turf Escobedo had installed in favor of dead or dying grass — Rod Dreher has come up with this protologism: “Frankenlawn.” Maybe Dreher should give up the crunchy con thing and strictly focus on unsurping Rich Hall’s sniglet empire.
2. Mario Tarradell adroitly reviews last night’s Paul McCartney gig at Cowboys Stadium here. Maybe skip the first two grafs; it’s a bit early for a headache. (In related news, the predicted traffic catastrophe was averted — FOR NOW.)
3. Speaking of, one of the things keeping Arlington’s city budget within striking distance of respectability is Cowboys Stadium. Why isn’t it in Dallas again?
By popular demand, here is the offending photograph, from “Driving Ambition: How 5 Dallas CEOs Feed Their Need for Speed,” in the current issue of D CEO. The Bentley looks good, don’t you think?
This is the absolute last post on this subject. I hope.
By Tom Hicks, I mean Hicks Sports Group. While the entities share a name, they aren’t the same thing. Just to be clear. Right? Anyway, on the heels of a Dallas Business Journal story about Hicks Sports Group’s creditors looking to take control of the Stars, Randy Galloway is reporting that MLB is now in control of the Rangers, preventing the team from signing its No. 1 pick. Again, though, Tom Hicks, the man, is fine. It’s just HSG that’s floundering.
Seriously. Her dog turned up in Miami.And she doesn’t know how or why.
Between Pudge Rodriguez’s return to the Temple and Paul McCartney’s concert at Cowboys Stadium, I would imagine the road rage that would overcome me in the ensuing traffic snarl would make me look something like this:

I'm not called Captain Furious as some sort of opposite nickname.
OK, my headline is the New York Post version of the story. There’s a bit more nuance to the issue, and it’s pretty much a toothless policy change, more of a suggestion really.
But I’ve been to a lot of city council meetings in about a dozen different municipalities in the state of Texas, and I’ve never heard of a city as interested in discouraging public comments as the city of University Park.
Sarah Scott of Park Cities People has the story, part of her continuing coverage.
A solid-plan-having FBvian has this solid plan:
Here’s an idea. Instead of making license plates, he could design the new convention center hotel. Just think of how much the city would save by farming the whole project to prison labor!
CC: Jack Matthews.
Wow, I didn’t see that coming. Happy, though, to be the one keeping us from casting aspersions.
Wow. Please, please. Quiet down out there. Just because I let C. Bruce Willis have the last word does not mean that I was acquiescing to him. I was merely being polite. Perhaps that is such rare behavior on my part that I was misapprehended. So, to satisfy all you journalism- and law-practicing FrontBurnervians who have written in outrage at Mr. Willis’s arguments, here are your rebuttals (necessarily consolidated):
They’ve reached the punishment phase of James Broadnax’s trial, with jurors deciding between the death penalty and life in prison. Last week he was convicted of killing two Christian music producers in June 2008 as they left their Garland studio. His family, in a witness stand Hail Mary, is now portraying Broadnax as George Costanza:
Defense attorneys called several more relatives who testified, as others have previously, that Broadnax is a nonviolent young man who was physically and verbally abused as a youngster. They also said that, though he dropped out of high school, Broadnax aspires to a career in architecture.
Yeah, not sure that’s going to pan out for him. But who knows?
A law-knowing FBvian explains why race has long been a factor in the awarding of contracts at Dallas City Hall:
The problem arises partly because of the “disparate impact” provisions of Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, which provide that a person in a protected class can win a discrimination claim based on statistics, rather than proof of actual discrimination. …
Unless an employer can prove that the demands of the work require the use of a hiring scheme that results in fewer minority jobs than would be statistically expected in that job market, the failure to hire the expected number of minority applicants is deemed to be discrimination. The result has been that employers end up being pressured to ensure that a certain number of jobs are awarded to the protected groups to avoid claims that the numbers don’t add up.
Deciding to hire someone is a complicated business. … But, under the disparate impact provisions of the Civil Rights Act, if an employer hires fewer minorities than would be expected (and figuring out what’s “expected” is a whole other kettle of fish), all of those subjective judgments are assumed to be discriminatory, and, therefore, against the law.
This law has done a lot of good. It has prevented real bigots from lying. They can’t say, “I just hire the folks I think are best for the job — race has nothing to do with it” when, in fact, race has everything to do with it. But, just like every law that attempts to legislate good behavior, it also has had unintended evil consequences.
Bottom line: The folks who’ve made good dough manipulating this system probably needn’t fear losing their gigs anytime soon.