
Tim, here’s what the magazine looks like. It’s really nice. As your real estate reporter, I was at the launch party Thursday night and it was hoppin’…
Ebby Halliday is launching a new controlled-circ magazine called Grand Vie: Luxury in Living. (”Controlled circ” means they send it directly to homeowners, without being asked to.) Me, I think it should be Grande Vie, with an “e.” And I’m not sure why a smart company like Ebby Halliday would venture into the world of publishing, which we all know is dying. I mean, really. Below, you’ll find a YouTube video produced by the Grand Vie folks showing their first issue on the press. Fascinating stuff. We’re going to start doing this with every issue of D.
I like the D Spot campaign. Of course, even as I approach my 40th birthday, my sense of humor remains at about a sixth-grade level. So take my opinion in that context. What I don’t dig about the D Spot campaign is its execution on storefronts downtown. The whole point of the D Spot is showing people that there are cool places to hang out downtown. Me, today, I found my D Spot at City Tavern. Solid grilled cheese sandwich. And I like a place where people order shots before noon. But on the walk back to the office, I saw these two vacant storefronts plastered with D Spot insignia. Is it just me? Isn’t it a bit ironic that you’re trumpeting the hipness of downtown on abandoned businesses? (And, yes, I understand that a business like, say, City Tavern — an open business — is not going to want D Spot insignia plastered all over it. But still. You get where I’m coming from, no?)
In the comments to Leading Off this morning, someone asked why we hadn’t yet addressed the ruckus that Gil LeBreton caused with his Monday Star-Telegram column, in which he compared the Canada to Nazi Germany. Um, because we didn’t know about it? Because Zac, the guy who reads Deadspin around here, didn’t tell anyone about it? In any case, here’s the most offensive passage from LeBreton’s column about the Vancouver winter games:
After a spirited torch relay ignited pride in every corner of the country, the Olympic Games began and quickly galvanized the nation.
Flags were everywhere. The country’s national symbol hung from windows and was worn on nearly everyone’s clothing.
Fervent crowds cheered every victory by the host nation.
But enough about the 1936 Berlin Olympics.
Deadspin does a good job of tearing it apart. The Candians have their hackles up. LeBreton has issued a weak apology of the “I’m sorry if you were offended” variety. I have a hard time mustering much outrage over the affair. I do have one question, though: how the cuss did an editor let that get into print? It’s just a horrible analogy.
Periodically, we invite interesting people to come speak to our staff about interesting topics as part of the Brown Bag Series of lunchtime talks we started when we moved into the new building in October. (So far, those interesting people have included the Dallas Museum of Art’s Charlie Wylie and aerial photographer/more than I can list here Bobby Haas.) Yesterday, as part of the series, State Senator John Carona and Dallas County Republican Party chairman Jonathan Neerman paid a visit to our office. Their visit was timed to Carona’s appearance on our March cover. A few notes on the discussion, moderated by Wick, after the jump.
An alert FBvian points us to the news that the University of North Texas is not renewing the contracts of all 38 of its faculty members at the Dallas campus. Says the Chronicle of Higher Education: “They will be given the option to reapply, along with applicants from across the country, to a ‘new’ institution, the University of North Texas at Dallas.” So confusing. Did they start the wine stroll early?
You might be aware that Savor Dallas is this weekend. There’s an Arts District wine stroll from 5 till 7 today. I’ll likely miss it, as the North Texas Irish Festival gets underway this evening, too, and that’s the traditional first step in the curing process that I put my liver through in preparation for the Greenville Avenue St. Paddy’s Day Parade. So here’s the thing: I need you, Zac, to go to the wine stroll tonight and steal the world’s largest bottle of vodka. It’ll be there. But it needs to be in our office.
1. Fire investigators have concluded that the Greenville Avenue fire that took out Terilli’s, as well as a handful of other area mainstays, was caused by an electrical short. For some reason, I wish they had found out it was arson. That way we could be mad at someone.
2. You know what’s sad? Not being able to dream anymore. That’s the position 15-year-old Christian Williams is in today because the “I Have A Dream” Foundation’s after-school center has been shut down. The program’s only backer has pulled out funding. I guess we could be mad at David Disiere, the millionaire philanthropist who single-handedly funded the program. But then again, for five years he has single-handedly funded the program.
3. The new one-day-a-week garbage / recycling pickup has kicked in, and some Dallas residents who used to get alley pickup now have to move their garbage cans to the curb. Guess what? They’re mad.
4. You know who should be mad? Johnny Depp. But he’s not. That’s one of the problems with Alice in Wonderland.