Have you ever been kicked out of a book club? I have. But I don’t even cry about it anymore because I am very busy and popular, and I belong to an even better book club now. If you like books, eating and drinking, and talking with smart people about smart stuff, I think you should join the Reading Room. (For those of you who prefer conversation on the more dumb and superficial end, don’t despair. There’s always a seat available next to me.) Sound good? Cancel any and all plans you have for Wednesday immediately. Arm yourself with hundreds of dollars in change (or a toll tag) for a trip to the very cool Legacy Books for our next meeting. What can you expect at this hip happening? Well, you get to eat food and drink alcoholic and/or non-alcoholic beverages with people like Christine Allison and me—for free! (Your eyes are not deceiving you. The food and drinks are free, as is the esteemed company.) As if that’s not enough, we will conduct some book business and announce our next selection. Reading Room members also get to buy things at a discount during the party. I really hope to see you this Wednesday at Legacy Books from 6:30 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. We’ll talk Proust. And The Bachelor.
Pizza Hut Park, up in Frisco, is one of two finalists to host the NCAA Division 1 football championship games for the next three seasons. They’re competing against Chattanooga, Tennessee.
Frisco’s leaders have launched a “ticket pledge” campaign to help support their final presentation to the NCAA on Feb. 25. They want to demonstrate that they can fill the stadium for the contests.
Me, I thought the Bowl Championship Series national title game was the Division 1 championship. If that gives you any idea of my level of interest in college football (aside from the mighty Tigers of Trinity, of course), then you can guess just how many tickets I pledged to purchase.
The February issue of the “print product” hit newsstands this past weekend, and I’ve already heard from a few readers who didn’t appreciate the back page column I wrote about how proud I was of my son for punching another kid. I know you’ve already read it, but here’s a link to pass along to your friends. Anyway, here’s one letter:
Really??? Are you kidding??? Being a journalist it would appear that WORDS would be more important than fists. When is it ever alright for a 5th grader to punch a 1st grader? (A ten year old hitting a 6 year old???) If you are serious, this article is very upsetting.
Was I kidding? Maybe.
Speaking of cities of the future, Indianapolis is trying to get in on the game with their new airport development, which is being styled as an “aerotropolis.” One of their models: the “postmodern urban development” called Las Colinas.
Herb Gears, the shoot-from-the-hip mayor of Irving, is probably not the only local official to think it. But he’s the first we’ve heard say publicly that it would be better business-wise if the Dallas Cowboys don’t make it into Super Bowl XLV, set to be played at Cowboys Stadium in Arlington. “We don’t want the Dallas Cowboys in the [2011] Super Bowl,” Gears said during last week’s annual State of the City Address. “I need somebody from Philadelphia, or somewhere, who will stay in a hotel in Irving.” Dallas’ press contingent and fan base are already living here, sure–we get it, Mr. Mayor. But, did you have to say the Eagles?!
Two of the following five will be eliminated this week:
The good professor Willard Spiegelman, whose prose graces the “print product” every month, went to the theater over the weekend and had a less than glowing impression of the Winspear when used for that purpose:
Does anyone else out there think that the superb Winspear Opera House is an absolutely terrible place for a play? I just got back from a performance of August: Osage County. I happen to have liked the play, the performance, the production, but the setting was horrible. I began by sitting in the Dress Circle. You can see nothing from there, even if you are sitting dead center on the first row. Because the house was no more than one-third filled, I moved down to the orchestra for the second and third acts. The viewing was marginally better, but there was no sense of intimacy. A concert hall with 2,400 seats should not be used for the staging of plays. Period. And the body miking — which should never be used in a place that is acoustically solid — amplified the players’ voices in entirely unnatural ways. Let’s go back to the Kalita Humphries Theater, please.
In today’s FB version of “Anything You Ever Wanted to Know,” a question from the nation:
Could you ask if anyone knows what was going on Saturday the 23rd at 2pm around the Love Field area? I was convinced a plane was going to crash in my front yard the noise was so loud. The plane(s) flew over 2 to 3 times at extremely low altitude. My neighbor said he saw 2 military jets.
My first thought is that the Frontiers of Flight Museum was flying around their historic birds again, though I couldn’t find any event announcements on their website. Thought number two: maybe a few of those military cargo jets that sometimes careen over Hollywood Ave. after 10 p.m. were landing at Love Field. But this is all speculation. So, dear informed readers, please share if have info.
During his Dallas appearance for the Nasher Salon Series last Thursday, 79-year old Robert Duvall (pictured) was greeted like a rock star. Regaling Booker T. Washington students and Salon patrons with tales of film greats past and present, SweetCharity reports it all including his concerns about the Cohen brothers’ remaking of True Grit and Brad Pitt’s “controlling” The Hatfields and McCoys “beautiful script.”
1. An eyebrow-raising report in the Star Telegram Sunday says nearly $1 billion in transportation funds were spent on things other than roads, but Dallas Morning News transportation reporter Michael Lindenberger counters that it all needs to be taken in perspective. That’s eighteen years of spending, Lindenberger writes, or about $55 million per year – not huge dollars in the transportation world. I wasn’t quite scandalized by the piece because I tend to think that renovating the Hill County Courthouse, restoring the Battleship Texas, and funding the Woodall Rodgers Park is much more interesting than adding lanes to freeways.
2. I feel for places like Plano and Irving who have been dutifully donating a half-cent one cent sales tax to DART over the past few decades, while their neighbors spend the same a half-cent paying-off sports teams and businesses to relocate to remote, netherworld places with names like “Frisco” (thus further straining our transportation needs – and essentially keeping me from becoming a game-attending FC Dallas fan). So allowing new cities to join DART at a discounted rate sounds like a good idea. But from the pseudo-socialist, draconian-loving, suburb-ruing perspective, outlawing the half-cent sales tax economic development slush fund would do a better job at leveling the playing field. Let the hate ensue in the comments.
3. We’re getting excited for the Super Bowl in 2011, which is shaping up so well places like Florida are getting nervous. Little did we know the NBA All Star game, which will be in town next month, is going to make the “Super Bowl look like a bar mitzvah.”
UPDATE: DART’s Morgan Lyons fact-checks me: DART members donate one cent of every sales tax dollar to the transportation system, not a half-cent. I’ve corrected the post, and my former newspapering self has rapped my knuckles.