Unfortunately, you’re not the winner of D Magazine’s iPad giveaway. Unless you’re Brandon Dean of Dallas. In that case, you are the winner, and congratulations to you.
He entered our iPad drawing and will soon be enjoying the fruits of Apple’s labor. But what about the rest of you? Well, now you’ve got a shot to win Dr. Dre Studio High-Definition Powered Isolation headphones. You can enter once a day, every day, through May 31.
Remember this guy? Well, someone is doing it again, right now, but in Fort Worth.
Once upon a time, I worked right across the street from Al Biernat’s, and I had the privilege of shaking his hand a couple times a week (no one else in town is better at shaking hands). Then the place where I work moved its office to place not so near Al Biernat’s, and I saw him far less frequently. Like, never. Which is entirely my fault. It’s like calling your grandmother. The longer you go between calls, the more you’re racked with guilt, and the harder making that next call becomes.
All of which I offer by way of explanation for this post. Al Biernat sent me a picture he took of some pretty wildflowers in Kiest Park, in Oak Cliff. He said he hoped I could tell people about the flowers. So, filled with guilt, I am. Hey, people, go check out the flowers in Kiest Park. (Al, tell Danny and Jessie and Eduardo that I miss them, too.)
Since I’m a big fan of The West Wing and I was hungry for lunch, I decided to swing by the Good Guys shoot on my way to Which ‘Wich. I and my fellow gawkers in front of Thanksgiving Tower on Elm Street downtown were treated to a scene of Josh Lyman and Tom Hanks’ son climbing into a station wagon with Homer Simpson behind the wheel.
I apologize for the quality of these pictures. The guy in the foreground of the first picture (partially out of frame) was telling me repeatedly to “get out of the shot.”

Colin Hanks and Bradley Whitford (left, in front of the car) look like a couple of pros.
For an underwhelming second photo, take the jump.
Last week, Republican mayor of Grand Prairie Charles England endorsed Democrat Bill White for governor. As Dallas Morning News scribe Gromer Jeffers wrote in a later story, White’s plan seems to be to attract GOP moderates who feel disenfranchised with Perry’s seeming courtship of the farther right of the party. In short, he plans to take advantage of the fracture within the party. Will it work? Who knows – it’s a long way until November. But Matt Glaser of the Burnt Orange Report notes that if the reports and the stats are true:
“If White is winning Democrats, independents, and now moderate Republicans, it’s easy to see why Rick Perry and his campaign are going so negative. They have to slow down the ‘Man on the Move.’”
The “Man on the Move” reference is to the title of White’s latest campaign ad, which can be viewed in Glaser’s post.
Asked about Arizona’s tough new law against illegal immigration, this state’s two GOP senators continue to dance a fancy Texas two-step. Blame the situation on the feds; decline to take a position on the new law. When we raised the issue with Kay Bailey Hutchison (pictured) at a Saturday fund-raising bash for Dallas Summer Musicals, Texas’ senior senator sounded not unlike her Senate colleague John Cornyn.
Hutchison: “It’s unfortunate that the federal government hasn’t done its job enforcing the borders. While we’ve got to have security, we also need to be very careful to avoid racial profiling.” Your correspondent: “But will the feds ever tackle the problem?” Hutchison: “Yes, but I think we need to do it in pieces …” Your correspondent: “So, do you think the Arizona law goes too far then?” Hutchison, laughing charmingly, walking away: “I’m here to support the Summer Musicals, not give an in-depth interview.”
On the heels of great weekend for the Rangers, baseball-wise, comes news that Major League Baseball might this week seize control of the team. Hicks Sports Group’s creditors are in a tizzy because they think Chuck Greenberg and Nolan Ryan’s group offered the lowest bid, which Hicks chose anyway because it gave him favorable terms on the land he still owns next to the stadium — which land the creditors don’t have lien on. You following all this? But it looks like MLB will go against the creditors’ wishes and force a sale to Greenberg. Says the SportsBusiness Journal: “It’s always possible that were MLB to seize the team, it could sell the club to [a higher bidder]. But one source close to the Pittsburgh-based Greenberg said the sports lawyer is so confident MLB will push through his deal that he is in the process of buying a home in the Dallas area.”
This is a relief to us at D Magazine, because in our May issue, we wrote an open letter to Greenberg, welcoming him to town: “Dear Mr. Greenberg: As a newcomer to the area, here’s what you need to know. Don’t bring up snow monkeys around Nolan Ryan—sensitive subject. Don’t do shots with Josh Hamilton, no matter how much whipped cream he sprays on his chest. If you catch Ron Washington injecting black tar heroin between his toes, go easy on him. Probably just a “one-time transgression.” Don’t tell that turncoat Evan Grant anything. Not a word, you hear? Don’t try to party with Jerry Jones. You might have some experience pounding cans of Iron City back in Pittsburgh, but Jerry is on a completely different level, Chuck—like centaurs, mead, and secret lairs. You see that Cowboys bus headed down Ballpark Way, keep your distance. Promise us! And most important: don’t ask for ketchup at the Stoneleigh P. It says so right on the menu.”
An alert, downtown-working FBvian passed along a note from her building manager warning everyone that the FOX show The Good Guys is shooting today until 1:30 in front of Thanksgiving Tower. Writes the FBvian: “FYI, huge crew out on Elm Street right now filming the cop show starring Colin Hanks. Sounds like an opportunity to pitch Rica y Chato. I walked right by Colin Hanks, which basically means we’re like BFF now.” I’m sure they take walk-up pitches, right? Zac and I are headed out now.
The Tampa Tribune has a profile of Fox Business Network’s Charlie Gasparino, a guy who knows a thing or two about a thing or two when it comes to business reporting. He worked at the Tribune back in the day — but he tried to get a job at the Dallas Morning News. Why didn’t they hire him? He told the Tribune: “I had been turned down by the Dallas Morning News because I didn’t have the right pedigree — a Harvard degree.” That comment, I presume, is aimed at Mssrs. Decherd and Halbreich.
It didn’t involve jumping over fire or crawling through mud — and all we got was a lousy T-shirt and not a Viking helmet — but my wife and I ran our own little adventure race on Saturday. We took part in Urban Dare, an Amazing Race-style dash through the city during which you have to use clues to find various checkpoints and complete “dares.” It was a repeat visit for Urban Dare, which is one of a couple outfits I know of that puts on these kinds of events in cities across the country.
It was the first time to take the challenge for my wife and me. We finished a respectable 18th (out of 125 teams). The course began at the Ginger Man, and the clues required us to complete 12 tasks at locations that stretched from Pinkberry at West Village in the north to the park across from Dallas Morning News HQ to the south. We covered about eight miles, seven of those on foot. (We were allowed to use public transportation only—no taxis.) We finished in 3 hours flat. The winning couple (second from the right in this photo) finished in 1 hour, 45 minutes.
The clues to the locations we had to visit were a cinch to someone familiar with Dallas — especially with a smartphone at the ready. I’d like to say that we ran a clean race, but I made a stupid assumption about one of the clues that cost us about 10 minutes when we had to double back. If you’d like to see if you’re smarter than me, take the jump.
It’s May, and it’s not sweat-through-your-shirt hot quite yet. This is a great time to go to the Dallas Arborteum. If you’ve got kids, bring a picnic, and don’t forget the camera. Peter Rabbit (that’s him) just got into town, and he’ll be hanging out at the Peter Rabbit Flower Village every day from 10 am–1 pm. He’s only here til May 9 though, so…hop to it. (So obvious. Sorry.)
We also like the sound of this: Dance lessons are free on Monday nights at the Round-Up Saloon. Tonight’s lessons: “couples dance” at 8:30 and line dancing at 9:30. There’s no cover, but if you’re like me, you’ll need a drink or two before scooting a boot or whatever. The man I spoke to assured me that I would feel comfortable even as a beginner, and that Juanita (the instructor) could pay some “special attention” to me if I need it. He also said it’s a popular night for all kinds of people, from engaged couples practicing for their first dance at their wedding to older people on the town.
One more good deal: the people at Cru are throwing a Rodney Strong Reserve Tier tasting tonight. $15 gets you five samples and free food.
That’s right. The polling has begun in the Best of Big D Readers’ Choice 2010: Shopping survey. Only a matter of hours in, there are already some heated battles among the categories. You have until May 16 to let your voice be heard. Vote early and often (no more than once a day.)
Did anything happen this weekend besides what was perhaps the biggest cultural event in Dallas in the last half century? Didn’t think so. And so, the feedback:
1. Jake Heggie had it easy, says the New York Times. Imagine distilling Melville’s novel into a three hour stage piece, the task Gene Schere had; or tenor Ben Heppner playing a lead in a single shoe; or Robert Brill imagining how to sail and sink the Pequod, or Elaine McCarthy’s show-carrying digital effects. Yeah, three hours of compelling and accessible operatic scoring (with its “Debussy, Wagner and Hollywood”). Not a thing.
2. Ahab, mind you, despite Ben Heppner’s “sneers, puffs and pontificates” never kills his white whale. Jake Heggie, says the Associated Press, caught his fish, “with an achingly beautiful, magnificently sung and gorgeously staged world premiere of his Moby-Dick.”
3. Tireless Scott Cantrell (the only critic who had to run out of the orchestra seating during the eight-minute ovation to file his piece, God bless him) said Heggie “relies a little too often on hypnotic minimalist accompaniments, but in general his orchestral and choral writing are fine-tuned to the drama and often beautiful. He achieves lushness with often complex harmonies and counterpoints.”
4. On Art & Seek, Olin Chism said it was easy to spot how to trim the novel down to operatic size, but Gene Scheer’s accomplishment was no less spectacular.
5. And last, but not in the least bit least: D Magazine’s own Wayne Lee Gay said a new chapter in the history of opera was opened last Friday – for better or for worse: “Live opera will never surpass the cinema when it comes to making children fly or mountains crumble, particularly in an era when computer graphics can make anything appear to happen. But Moby Dick proved that a fine score, performed by an ensemble of great singers and instrumentalists, can, in combination with vividly imagined, well-executed special effects and computer graphics, produce a thrilling emotional response. Opera as spectacle is as old as opera itself. . . . But the extraordinary and ongoing refinement of computer graphics has created amazing new possibilities. . . . So far, the integration of computer graphics with live, acoustical, dramatic performances has been tentative: with Moby Dick, the computerized visual effects and the music are inseparable on an unprecedented level.”