So says this tweet. And her publicist. If you’re into that sort of thing, go here then.
Do you think you know the difference between a hand-harvested scallop and a U-10? Then you will want to enter the “I Scuba for Scallops” contest on SideDish. (Hi, Adam!)
When I spoke with him on the phone this morning, Irving Mayor Herbert Gears hadn’t heard about today’s Houston Chronicle report that Exxon Mobil is drawing up plans for a big corporate campus down near The Woodlands.
The news has led to speculation that the world’s biggest company may be looking to relocate its corporate headquarters away from Irving. Gears said he expects that if they were planning a move he would have been alerted to the possibility before it were reported in the media.
“I have not had any indications whatsoever that they’ve been thinking about moving their headquarters anywhere,” he said. “We certainly would be sad to lose them, but we’re going to do everything we can to make sure we prevent that.”
“I’ll make a call as soon as I get off here. I’ll call Rex [Tillerson, CEO of Exxon Mobil].”
A few of us have gathered at the Nasher this rainy afternoon to hear a talk given by Spanish artist Jaume Plensa, whose “Genus and Species” opens January 30. The Nasher is promoting it as their first exhibition by a living artist. Funny story: a Nasher employee who shall remain unnamed was ferrying Plensa around in his/her car earlier and accidentally ran a red light. Plensa made a joke about how it was almost the Nasher’s first exhibition of an artist killed by the museum.


Update: I’m sure Peter will be along in a minute to share some details about the brief speech that Plensa gave and about his art. But here’s my favorite part: Plensa concluded by saying, “I’d love for you to touch my art.” He said the same thing to a group at the museum last night. The notion is giving the guards at the Nasher fits. Because, as you know, you ain’t supposed to touch anything else there. They are afraid that people won’t know where to draw the line. One minute you’re caressing an alabaster Plensa head (first picture); the next minute, you’re engaged in some out-of-bounds frottage with one of those people high atop Borofsky’s Walking to the Sky. So bottom line (no sexual pun intended), if you get handsy with either Twin 1 or Twin II (second picture), and if a guard tells you stop, be sure to tell em that Plensa said it was copacetic.
The Dallas Theater Center opened its third production in their new home last Friday. The verdict? Give It Up is like MTV’s The Real World meets HBO’s Real Sex, only it all plays out more like a traditional musical comedy than a sex romp,” writes our theater critic David Novinski. You can expect more from David in the coming months. Now just a tease: his full review is after the jump.
1. I was going to comment on Dallas ISD’s proposed fix for four high schools that face possible closure by the state. They’ll create magnet programs at each of the campuses to attract students that could boost the test scores and graduation rates (the DISD board seems to know it’s about “the inputs.”) I was going to say that this solution sounds like a trick to beat the system. Then I read the final paragraph of the DMN piece: “In addition, state records show that all four schools would not have passed Texas’ academic standards if they did not get statistical help from the state. Various formulas allow for schools to pass the standards even if too many students flunk state tests.” So, since districts apparently have access to a magic calculator, is there really a state accountability system left to trick?
2. Would this middle school student have been arrested any place other than in the Park Cities? Without knowing exactly what the threat was, it’s hard to say. But can we all agree that Fox 4 needn’t have required poor Sophia Reza to stand in the rain last night, outside a closed school, to report on an incident that occurred last week? Let’s free TV reporters from the tyranny of the wholly unnecessary live shot.
3. I was a little amused by the billboard. I find the commercial a little icky. But it’s all pretty sophomoric.