Film director Kevin Smith tweeted over the weekend about being booted from a Southwest Airlines flight because the captain determined he couldn’t safely fit into just one seat.
I’ve passed the stinkin’ arm-rest-test. And still, the lady asks me to get up and come with her off the plane. I get up without a fuss at all, quietly grab my bag, make eye contact with a fellow Fatty who was praying he’d pass, and leave.
Southwest Airlines apologized but stood by its “customer of size” policy.
Now it’s time for Kevin Smith to apologize to me for Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.
1. Attendance at Cowboys Stadium shattered the record for a basketball game, downtown was bouncing, and there were many chance encounters with celebrities over the weekend (Scottie Pippen was apparently at Target on Haskell when I was there on Sunday, but I never found him). All in all a good weekend for the city’s sports scene despite the weather, which bodes well for the 2014 NCAA Final Four, according to this rundown of weekend highlights.
2. According to Oncor’s Twitter page, restoring power to some neighborhoods turned into a feud between Oncor and some homeowners who didn’t want the electric delivery company to trim their trees, thus stalling efforts to return power.
3. The new CityDesign Studio’s first major project is prepping West Dallas for development that may come with the completion of the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge. The challenge is a difficult one: how do you encourage development and revitalization while maintaining the character of the existing neighborhood, which means preserving affordability in an area that seems ripe for rampant speculation and steep property value increases?
It may be a cliche, but isn’t it funny how it can take a crisis like the massive snowstorm to bring neighbors together. In Merriman Park–where our house lost power once for two hours, again for 24 hours and a third time for eight more–tree limbs were falling everywhere (photo by SweetCharity). Then Matt, a guy from one street over I hadn’t talked to in a year, arrived on the scene with a chainsaw and started cutting up limbs and piling them on the sidewalks all up and down the street. (Why’d he do it, I asked? “Hero complex,” he said wryly.)
Russell Shorto gives a dispassionate and even-handed account in answer to the question, centering — of course — on the fundamentalist members of the Texas Board of Education.
The question, it seems to me, revolves around two definitions. What do we mean by Founders? If referring to the Puritans and Pilgrims, the answer is self-evident. But the Jamestown Colony preceded both of them, and while they were accompanied at some point by a chaplain (who baptized Pocahontas), their ambitions were notoriously secular. If the title is restricted to the founders of the nation, there is no doubt that they were in their own ways religious. But a fundamentalist of today might look askance of their idea of religion. What, after all, does it take to be a Christian? To accept the Nicene Creed? George Washington would walk out of his Anglican Church every Sunday rather than recite it or take communion. To believe in the Trinity? John Adams, the Unitarian, didn’t believe in it, nor did most of his New England compatriots, nor did the Puritans. To accept Jesus Christ as one’s Lord and Savior? Jefferson snipped out the miracles from the Gospels to try, he said, to discover the authentic, human Jesus hidden by the god-worshippers.
The Founders were almost certainly 95 percent God-fearing Protestants, as Shorto says. But how Washington, Adams, and Jefferson would regard today’s fundamentalist sectarians, including Don McElroy of the Texas Board of Education, is also fairly easy for me to imagine. As for Ben Franklin or Alexander Hamilton, don’t even go there.
One can pick and choose from the historical record to make one’s case, just as one can pick and choose from the Bible to make one’s religion. But in both instances, the conviction usually precedes the evidence selected to back it up.
It turns out to be really simple: we just need to host 126 NBA All Star Games a year. You see, I just got back from a detour down Main St. to see what the scene looked like, and it took me 30 minutes to go from Pearl to Ervay. Let me say that again: 30 minutes. Pearl. To Harwood. To St. Paul. To Ervay. Three blocks. And let me just say, Dallas looked pretty damn sexy all gridlocked-up in the snow.
Well now, looks Denver’s 103.5 The Fox obtained video evidence of what Wade Phillips spent his time in Miami doing after losing the Pro Bowl 41 to 31. But don’t bag on his coaching skills too much. As you can see from the video, he was able to direct a room full of ladies in a rousing rendition of the Village People’s “YMCA.”
UPDATE 6:08 p.m. Saturday: @sonofbum, Wade Phillip’s Twitter handle, tweeted the following comment regarding the aforementioned YouTube video:
utube got the ymca dance–just having fun–wish more people would have fun instead of gripping about everything.
As mentioned earlier today, my mother and father — divorced 30 years, haven’t seen each other but twice in 20 — are now, through an odd twist of fate — he’s at my house recovering from surgery, she’s here because her power’s out — spending a lot of time together. The next complication: power is now out in my house. We are all huddled around the fireplace. Two kids, the wife, me, and my mom and dad (he holding a bag of his own urine connected to a catheter). I mean, wow. It really does write itself.
This is why I love Mark Cuban.
I got this note about an hour and a half ago. I assume the attempt is still underway.
Those interested in setting a record for largest snowman ever assembled should visit the now closed Hank Haney driving range in uptown.
Tipping his hat to the Butterscotch Stallion, Richard Patterson throws down a challenge in the comments to Chris Byrne’s Dallas Art Fair rebuttal on FrontRow:
And so with the utmost respect, It’s a walk off! Do you want to be Hansel, or Derek Zoolander?
Go.
Maybe yes, maybe no, but with the kind of growth that town is going to see, expect major changes.
There is someone in our office today. Can you spot Laura Greenberg?
The streets are fine (though obstacles do exist, as evidenced by the below photo, taken on Lake Highlands, near the rugby fields). The driveway is another matter. It took me about 30 minutes of shoveling and slipping to get out.
Yesterday as the snow was coming down pretty good, Pete Delkus, a man who is unafraid to use exclamation points, tweeted the following:
global warming?????? ya…i’m buying that!!!!
As you might imagine, that generated strident responses from some of his tweeps. Things quickly got political. Delkus’ tweet made me scratch my head. I sent him note: “I saw your tweet yesterday. It was hard for me to tell whether you were kidding. So to be clear: do you or do you not believe that the planet is warming and that human activity contributes to (if not causes) this warming?” His response (which came posthaste):
The tweet yesterday was a total joke. I was just trying to tweek people. Which apparently worked!
I’ve had the pleasure of meeting Delkus. I like the cut of that guy’s jib. He’s unafraid to rock the French cuffs. And he seems like he’s having fun!!
Phillip Martin raises an interesting point. How did Beck know to ask Debra Medina about the connections of some of her advisers with 9/11 Truthers? The logical explanation: he got a little help from the governor’s staff. Martin looks at the sequence of questions, notes how well Medina bats the first one away, then wonders why Beck kept zeroing in. Answer: he was guided to zero in.