Right here, if you missed it last night. All songs recorded live in the Edge studios. Well worth your time, and I would say that even if the host, Josh Venable, was not — full disclosure — my best friend.
(Part of an occasional series)
I’m not against jaywalking. I do it myself, especially if I happen to be with Wick, who seems constitutionally incapable of crossing at a light. Just so we’re clear. But jaywalkers have been a thorn in my paw since we moved downtown. Every morning, I take a sort of circuitous route to my parking garage, necessitated by the overwhelming amount of school zones on Ross Avenue.
Anyway, this route takes me past the intersection of Pearl and San Jacinto, and then through the nest of parking garages and pay lots near the AT&TPAC and Plaza of the Americas. And every morning, one (or, more usually, several) pedestrian darts out from in between two parked cars to make an illegal, but more convenient, cross. And every morning, when this happens and I’m forced to stop short to avoid broadsiding said pedestrian, invariably they stop and shoot murder out of their eyes. Like I’ve done something wrong. It completely shoots my wheels off. It drives me even crazier when this happens on San Jac because the crosswalk is literally 12 feet away.
Point is, I’ve run out of inventive ways to curse and I only have so many middle fingers. So consider this an open letter to all entitled jaywalkers: I’m morally flexible, have — at one point — been nicknamed “Captain Furious,” and have the number of plenty of decent attorneys.
We’re getting even more excited about next week’s Words With Friends tournament. Thanks to an enthusiastic response to our call for you to participate, we know we’re going to have a great field of 64 competitors. You have until 5 p.m. Thursday to enter for a chance to be among them. We’ve also extended automatic bids to a number of local personalities. Among them:
A law-practicing FrontBurnervian points us to this Zero Hedge post, which not only includes the entire Rangers bankruptcy filing but also points out that none other than Alex Rodriguez turns out to be the largest unsecured creditor — to the tune of nearly $25 million. He’ll get pennies on the dollar for that deferred compensation. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.
Thanks for your patience as we replace the hamster that runs on the wheel that powers our server, which is having trouble keeping up with the traffic generated by Nancy’s post about In-N-Out Burger coming to town.
The Texas Rangers’ Josh Hamilton is hoping the team has a Rangers fan in high places. Last evening, Hamilton delivered the invocation at a dinner-and-auction bash at the Hilton Anatole benefiting the Texas Rangers Baseball Foundation. The slugging centerfielder ended the blessing this way, beseeching Our Father to: “…bless this food as we take it to our bodies, so we can kick everybody’s butt the rest of the season.”
Moments ago, the Rangers put out a press release stating that the sale will go through after all. The sale includes a “voluntary prepackaged Chapter 11 plan” for the team. For the full release, jump.
Perhaps you read our new column “Girl Walks Into a Bar” in the June issue. If you haven’t, check it out here. If it inspires you to visit Five Sixty (the subject of the story), don’t let fear of high prices hold you back. Happy hour at Five Sixty is not going to cost you all your hundreds. From 5–7, get drinks and appetizers for $5.60. Good stuff, too, like Kobe beef sliders and tempura spicy tuna sandwiches. Various kinds of beer, wine, and cocktails are also just $5.60, which is pretty darn cheap. I was there a couple of weeks ago and let me tell you, the people watching is fantastic. Also fantastic: the amount of men in business suits. Ladies. Get there. They might not be locals but you might not care.
(Random sidenote: If the spinning nature of the restaurant bothers your tum (like mine), I found sitting at the bar greatly decreases the unease. I guess because I was facing the windows, instead of sitting perpendicular to them. Maybe that only makes sense in my mind but it might help other motion sickness prone people like me.)
Let’s change the subject, shall we? More events for today are just a click away.
Rumors about a famed In-N-Out Burger location coming to North Texas have swirled for months. Nancy breaks the news on SideDish.
Yes, I know that headline is akin to typing, “Sky is Blue,” “Starbucks is Overpriced,” or “Tim Rogers Likes Prank Calling.” But hear me out.
I just had to call the Dallas County Clerk’s office to find out the office hours. Specifically, I needed the office hours for the Marsh Lane annex. So I went to the Dallas County website. Most. Unfriendly. Website. Ever.
I finally locate the number I need, according to the website. I call that number, and get no answer. So I scroll, mouse and click through this antiquated website a little more, and find a completely different number that is allegedly going to the same office I need. Only, I get an automated message telling me that I’m being transfered. Then I get another automated message giving me several choices, and I choose the, “If you need further assistance, please wait on the line,” option. Only I get asked by Nortel for my mailbox password.
Then I curse. Then I go back to that stupid, stupid website, and find a main number to Dallas County Clerk John F. Warren’s office. Again, I wait through about eight options on an automated line before being told I can wait for assistance. I wait, and then explain to the woman on the other end my issue.
“Ma’am, that office is closed on Mondays,” she says. Is this information on the website? No.
“Can you tell me when it closes on working days?” I ask.
“No ma’am, I can’t. You’ll have to call back on Tuesday,” she says.
Now, how does one office not know when the annexes are open? Surely, since the information is not online that the Marsh annex is closed on Mondays, they get a lot of calls. Wouldn’t it be easier to A) put a list of office hours on the website or B) furnish this list to all the other offices?
You were aware that the Dallas Business Journal had discontinued its “DBJ Confidential” column? Of course you were. Except now it’s back. Says the DBJ:
After a six-month hiatus, the Dallas Business Journal’s popular out-and-about column “DBJ Confidential” has returned, this time with a bit more snark — and digital! The column is now a blog, which means you won’t have to wait a week in between your doses of who’s who and what’s what in North Texas business. And instead of one columnist, it’s being written by the entire DBJ news team.
The un-ironic use of the exclamation point in the press release tells you pretty much everything you need to know. But I’ll add these observations: 1) unless yours is the blog of the Victoria’s Secret catalog (I’d read it), headshots with every post is a bad idea. If yours is the blog of the Dallas Business Journal, it’s an especially bad idea. (Bill Hethcock, surely you fought this idea. Don’t give up the struggle to post without your picture.) 2) Stop trying to generate pageviews by putting only four posts on a page. That’s not going to make me click more; it’s going to make me never come back. 3) More snark — and digital!
Told you all about it Friday. Now go cast your ballot.
1. Sheriff Lupe Valdez got a big check from a bad man, namely Alan Todd May, a career criminal who was recently sued by the feds for running a ponzi scheme (allegedly) and has spent upwards of 20 total years in jail. Valdez is outraged, of course, and they’ll likely make a big show of returning the check. But the question the article doesn’t answer, and what I don’t understand: why is Todd May so interested in supporting Valdez? The piece doesn’t mention other local contributions, and it says that he hasn’t given a penny to statewide candidates in over two decades.
2. The moral of this story: when you are offered a university scholarship, get it in writing. Highland Park’s Emily Hairston thought SMU Soccer Coach Brent Erwin offered her close to a full-ride, but then in December a bill for a whopping $25K arrived. Hairston is now suing the school. And while NCAA statutes specifically state that oral scholarship offers are non-binding, they also say that student athletes with only oral commitments from the university can not recruit other prospective students on behalf of the university, which Hairston claims she has. Sounds like another sports mess is brewing at SMU.
3. Listen, LeBron isn’t coming to Dallas. Charles Barkley said it. And I’m not arguing with Sir Charles.