So earlier this week, a FrontBurnervian e-mailed me to ask why he saw the Nasher watering its lawn in the middle of a Sunday afternoon, when the rest of us would get a love note from the city if we did the same thing.
I did not know the answer to that. So I e-mailed Kristin Gibbins in media relations, and asked her.
The answer? Completely boring! No controversy. But anyway, “The Nasher Sculpture Center has a variance with the city that allows us to water the grass based on certain time limits per irrigation zone with a maximum watering of three times per day during the no watering period. We also water during normal watering schedule between 6 pm to 10 am,” Gibbins said.
So there you go. Who’s next?
Cool story on FrontRow about how Marvin Hamlisch, the Dallas Symphony’s principal pops conductor, went to hear some kids at Booker T. Washington and was so impressed that he asked one of the students, a senior, to perform with him tonight.
D Magazine has an immediate opening for an assistant editor. The job entails writing pithy descriptions and reviews of restaurants and bars across North Texas, using a web CMS to wrangle the large database of listings that feeds our online offerings and our iPhone app. The successful candidate (hereinafter called the “SC” to avoid that thorny “he or she” gender issue) needs to be unafraid of computers and telephones. The SC needs to give a damn about the local dining and bar scene. The SC needs to be of legal drinking age. The SC might not have any journalism experience but might just perhaps already have a blog on which the SC writes about food and/or drink. The SC will be meticulous, because in this brave, new digital world, copy editing and fact checking aren’t going to be done by anyone other than the SC in most cases. The SC, in other words, will know the difference between “everyday” and “every day” — and, while we’re at it, that “whipped chick peas” on a fancy menu really just means hummus. The SC might be able to tell us who cooked at Aurora without having to resort to Google. And, finally, the SC will be happy to work long hours for short money. Just being honest here.
Send a cover letter, résumé, and a 200-word description of your favorite bar or restaurant to editjob_at_dmagazine_dot_com.
Translation: 10 beautiful women in Dallas. (Or something like that, I think.)
Dallas Vietnamese Radio is getting the votes going for “10 Most Beautiful” contestant Alex Tran. Now, it’s your turn. Support your favorite lady by voting for her over the weekend. Hit up the ballot once on Saturday and once on Sunday, then check back on Monday to see the next batch of lovely ladies.
(Or, if you’re really anxious, take a peek Sunday at midnight. They’ll be there waiting for your votes.)
The Dallas Morning News has the lowdown — at least what there is to be known for now. DA Craig Watkins will do a press conference at 2 p.m. to explain how they got the indictment. Remember when the cops were dragging that pond off Northaven Road awhile back? I suppose at 2 we’ll know if they found something.
You can darn well bet that the DA, during the last stages of his reelection campaign, will be trumpeting that his office got an indictment on the oldest unsolved slaying of a police officer in Texas. As he should.
Here, then, is the indicted, Gary Wayne Pettigrew, 63. The image of a younger Pettigrew was taken in 1986. The handsome man in uniform is Officer Lowell Clayton “L.C.” Tribble, whom Pettigrew has been accused of killing.
Hello. It’s a not-objectionable 88 degrees in ZIP code 75201, and even though we’re in for high pollution and pollen levels, you won’t hear me complaining. Why? Because it’s Friday, friends, and we have a lot of fun at our disposal.
Friday
Rather than start your weekend with the usual, why not put on some artsy duds and head to the Lakewood Summer Arts Faire VIP party? Spend an hour surveying the goods, then head over to a fancy house party, where you’ll drink wine, eat tasty food (including but not limited to Thai cuisine and pasta from Angelo’s), and mingle with real-live artists! Hit the hay at a reasonable hour, because tomorrow’s going to be packed.
My favorite feature in our sister pub Park Cities People is “Skulduggery of the Week,” wherein they bring attention to the most notable crime committed that week. This week’s winner, headlined “Ahem … Fore?”:
During the night of August 17, someone drew male genitalia on an unfinished putting green at the Dallas Country Club. A security guard suspects a group of teenage trespassers. Although it took only 30 minutes to fix the damage, it would have cost $50,000 to repair if the grass seed had been planted.
Last year, roughly around this time I told you guys about some local bloggers who were trying to get a panel into the Interactive branch of the annual SXSW shindig in Austin. Well, Team CJ did it. Was it all because of me? PROBABLY.
Anyway, they’re trying to do it again and, once more, they’ve turned to the kingmaker. This time, it’s the sort of meta concept Getting Your Panel Into SXSW: An Amateur’s Guide. Like last year, they’ve made an amusing YouTube video to get the word out. That is below. The full release is after the jump. And the link to vote is — wait for it — right — actually, wait another second — oh, okay, HERE. Oh, and today’s the last day, so don’t slack off.
I doubt it. But this morning the four biggest newspapers in Texas tried. The Morning News, the Austin American-Statesman, the Houston Chronicle, the Star-Telegram, and the San Antonio Express News all ran similar editorials in a coordinated shame attack. But Rick Perry has no shame. So good luck with that.
But this is a good time to wonder aloud about whether televised debates are worth squat anyway. The “debaters” are trained to ignore questions, stick to talking points, recite favorite statistics, and in general try to look as pleasant and telegenic as possible. Now that everyone is in on the game, television viewers — even those obsessed with politics — are rarely willing to waste an hour or so waiting for one of the players to fumble or to say something honest (which often amounts to the same thing). Good-government types have somehow transformed this routine exercise in practiced puffery into a hallmark of democracy. To my knowledge, neither George Washington nor Sam Houston, to pick out only two revered figures, ever debated anybody about anything.
Last week, Tim pointed out that Dallas hedge fund investor Kyle Bass was bearish on the recovery. In an appearance on CNBC, he said the Commerce Department’s 2.4 percent growth estimate for the 2nd quarter was too optimistic; it would come in, he said, at 1.6 percent. This morning, the Commerce Dept. issued a revision: the 2nd quarter figure was indeed 1.6 percent. To be fair, other economists were also predicting a downward revision. What I found interesting is that Bass nailed the figure precisely. You can read our 2008 profile of Bass here.
1. Rangers second baseman Andres Blanco’s dad came all the way from Venezuela to watch his son play a series against the Twins. And then Cliff Lee totally mailed it in all over it.
2. It’s Ramadan for Muslims, which means fasting. Which can be problematic if you’re a high school football player. At Richardson Berkner, the handful of Muslim athletes that are on the team sit on the sidelines, watching drills. At Irving MacArthur, the two students there continue to practice. I do have to wonder – what about the liability issues? If you’re a coach, do you err on the side of caution and bench them til after Ramadan, or do you let the student decide?
3. Several couples who ponied up $8,000 deposits to have their wedding reception at Aija Restaurant and Banquet in the Trammel Crow Building. Only the restaurant is now shuttered, and they won’t be getting their deposits back.
4. When Dallas County DA Craig Watkins took office, he didn’t cotton to the death penalty, saying he personally opposed it on religious and moral grounds. Now? There are just people that need killin’.
5. Yes, I know it’s Friday. For real. Tuesday, I thought for sure the next day was Friday — It was not. But the week was that long. But, hello weekend. Where have you been my whole life?