I know, I know. I’m way late with this. But on Friday there was this party on the Continental Bridge. If you want a real, honest to goodness recap of the night’s proceedings, I suggest you read John P. Meyer’s well-written account. Thing is, I took photos. They’re only iPhone shots. Nothing special. But I feel compelled to share them, if for no other reason than sharing them allows me to delete them from my phone. So a few observations and pics after the jump.
Park Cities People has details of the arrest in University Park.
An alert FBvian draws our attention to this story on NBC Channel 5’s website. It ain’t so much the story, which isn’t local, but the headline. The one on the website right now reads: “Self-Loving Trucker Flips Rig, Loses Load.” But check the URL. You can tell someone made the headline writer tone it down a bit. The original was: “Masturbating Trucker Flips Rig, Loses Load.” [standing, clapping] There are a couple gems in the story itself, too.
An alert FBvian saw that $575 million figure and thought it was high. He did some research — and sure enough, it is. He contacted Editor & Publisher, which has run a correction: “In fact, as of December 31, 2008, A.H. Belo said it had accrued $17.096 million for future contributions to future pension payments, which it estimated could range from between $17.1 million and $91 million.”
David Neeleman is the founder of jetBlue Airways and previously worked with Southwest Airlines, after he’d sold his earlier company, Morris Air, to Southwest in 1993.
This blog post relates the story about being dumped by Southwest founder Herb Kelleher that Neeleman told at a conference in Washington, D.C.:
Neeleman idolized Kelleher and told the audience that he would have sold Morris to Southwest for a lot less than he did to get the chance to work with Kelleher. Neeleman hit the ground running at Southwest and started pushing big changes on a number of fronts. Five months after getting there, Kelleher took Neeleman to lunch at a Ruth’s Chris Steak House in Dallas and told him he was fired because he was just too impetuous. Neeleman told us he cried after that conversation.
Awhile back, Angela Gardner tweeted: “Apparently there is a new batch of ‘cheese’ on the street.” Gardner is the president-elect of the American College of Emergency Physicians, and she works at Parkland. I got her on the phone to explain what’s happening down there.
Gardner has worked at Parkland for about five months. In the first four, she says, she saw only a few cheese overdoses come through the ER. But in the last couple of weeks, she has seen about half a dozen. She stresses that her count is anecdotal. The patients have all been males in their early 20s. They all say they did the drug at a party. “I’m struck that these kids think that because they’re snorting the cheese, it’s not as bad for them as injecting heroin,” Gardner says. “They don’t know that it can stop your breathing and kill you.” Her patients have all survived.
Side note: I asked her how the flu is looking at Parkland. Gardner’s response: “The flu is looking terrible! It’s terrible!” She thinks Dallas will get the H1N1 vaccine the first part of November, and she encourages everyone to get a shot.
The “print product” and deadlines associated therewith kept me from attending a test this morning downtown of our logo hanging on our new building, St. Paul Place. But an alert FBvian sends in this picture, taken moments ago. I think the test logo is made of canvas. The real thing will be Naugahyde.
What? I haven’t yet mentioned that My Fair Lady works for the AT&T Performing Arts Center? On a contract basis? Well, yes, it’s true. She does. And last night I saw something related to said gig in our closet that made me shudder. She’d been talking for weeks about having to attend all the opening-week festivities and how this attendance would require many new dresses and perhaps even handbags and so forth. My advice to her: spend your money on one kickass dress, and then wear that sucker every night. Own the look. You know?
She wasn’t having any of it. And, thus, apparently, she went out and had it. Because our closet is now populated by no fewer than — what? — five new dresses. It’s hard to say. They are hanging. I did not wish to disturb them. Perhaps their price tags would become visible, and I would vomit. I store my shoes in our closet, and I didn’t want to vomit in my shoes.
Point is, if your lady is similarly engaged, I want to say that I feel for you, brother. It’s like that at my house, too. Only one way to handle it: either it’s time to buy a retaliatory tux (name of my new band), or you lose some weight to where you can fit into one of those dresses. Good luck.
1. Cowboys win! Cowboys win! But let’s be honest: should anyone be all that excited when the quarterback of the team the Cowboys just beat — and not exactly decisively — is this guy?
2. I’m not positive who to be angry at when an unlicensed SUV driver plows into a daycare van packed to the gills with 20 kids, driven by another unlicensed driver. As I tend to do, I’m going to play it safe and be angry at everyone. Except the kids.
3. If you live in a house that is a constant source of police attention, often because neighbors hear gunfire, it is a bad idea to angrily point anything at officers who are drawing down on you, even if it is only a cellphone. You will die.