You can’t accuse Wade Phillips of hiding after getting the boot as coach of the Dallas Cowboys. Phillips and his wife Laurie turned up this morning at the annual C.A.R.E. (Chemical Awareness Resources & Education) Community Breakfast at the Belo Mansion, where actor John Larroquette was the guest speaker.
Asked after the breakfast about yesterday’s big ‘Boys win, Phillips said, “I’m just so proud of them. They needed that, and I knew they’d come through.” As for his life post-Cowboys, Phillips said, “I’ll be coaching one of these days. I’m not talking with anyone now, but after the season’s over, somebody will need a defensive coordinator.”
The several hundred C.A.R.E. attendees appreciated Phillips’ showing up, by the way. When he was introduced from the podium they gave him a rousing standing O–one that lasted a long, long time.
This just might be the happiest and proudest woman in Dallas — Brill Garrett. Her Princeton-grad husband Jason Garrett had a very good day on Sunday in New Yawk.
Just like Jason, Brill graduated from Princeton, but she also picked up a law degree from Harvard. The Garretts not only have brains and talent, they’re not hard on the eyes either.
The fifth installment of FrontRow’s film series takes place this Thursday at 500x Gallery. For all the details about the event and the film, as well as to RSVP, visit here.
1. If I told you Southern Methodist University was the third best private university in the country you would probably raise an eyebrow. The university, however, does have the third highest-paid president of any private university in the country, according to a study that includes not only salaries, but other forms of compensation in its calculations.
2. An episode of teenage high romance ended so sadly and spectacularly Sunday morning, after a 14-year-old boy, along with his 14-year-old girlfriend and their 16-year-old friend, eased his parents’ SUV out of the driveway in neutral. They started the car in the street and pointed its bumper toward Oklahoma. They were running away, beginning a new life, and they celebrated (and, perhaps, bolstered) their boldness with beer, drinking while they ran. Then, the boy drove the car off the highway near Denton, killing his girl.
3. Dallas Police Officer Nick Novello told a Dallas Morning News reporter that he has no interest in climbing the ranks of local law enforcement. That’s probably a good quality for a local cop who is also the spokesperson for LEAP (Law Enforcement Against Prohibition), hosting a seminar over the weekend in an unnamed Fort Worth location, advocating for the full legalization of marijuana. “We can survive addiction, but not conviction,” Novello said, arguing that even petty marijuana convictions can ruin lives. In related news, MADD is pushing for federal legislation that requires technology in all of our cars that senses alcohol and locks down the car if the driver registers as having consumed alcohol.
Some days, life hands you a gift. This is one of those days. 
Though Ryan Jones regrettably did not shave his beard today, thereby robbing us of a true moustache experience, this photo still gives us a sufficient look at how the hair growth on his labium superius oris is progressing. And it is awesome.
See you next week for more exciting installments of The Daily Moustache, D Magazine’s celebration of Movember.
With a little help from “Emmanuelle.”
(And why don’t we have a statue to J. R. Ewing in this town? Like at the international terminal at DFW. Seriously.)
Uncle Nancy is on vacation someplace in Fiji. She sent an update on her travels (and travails) to the staff. Along for the ride on Nancy’s vacation is none other than that turncoat Evan Grant, baseball scribe for the Morning News. I thought I’d share Nancy’s letter because it made me laugh (I had to dash out some of the swear words):
Well, I lasted almost two days without typing. Greetings from Fiji, where bula means “hi” and vanaka means “thanks!” Also golaka means “wine” and Ambien translates directly as “Ambien,” the miracle cure jet lag and Evan’s snoring. Evan and I traveled packed in a flying tin can for 22 hours, and we are still talking. BUT there have been lots of claw displays. Don’t tell him I said this, but he doesn’t want to sit on a lounge chair on the beach because “the beach is too sandy.” True.
Here is what I have learned about Fiji so far:
Young Australians have lots of little crying babies. Lots. Like, four each. They all like to eat breakfast at the same time that we do.
Australian babies are more obnoxious than American babies. The pitch of their cry is ear-shattering. I now understand why dingoes like to eat them.
Australian men are hot.
Well hello there, Dallas. The weekend is nigh upon us, and I’m eager to impart my vast knowledge of things to do in this city. Prepare thyself.
JUMP! [in slow motion, then do an eagle roll, landing in perfect firing position]
1. The National Guard will be demolishing several dilapidated and abandoned structures in Dallas. When I first heard of this three days ago, I kind of thought maybe it was gonna be a throw a grenade in and run situation, but they’re just using your garden-variety bulldozers.
2. New York Yankees GM Brian Cashman is totally playing it cool about Cliff Lee. Even though the team is the first one to meet with Lee, he’s the 30K millionaire at Primos trying to hook up with the hot girl. “Oh, we’re not desperate for him. We don’t care if he comes home with us. Whatevs. Did I mention I have a BMW?”
3. McKinney State Rep. Ken Paxton has thrown his hat in the ring for Texas House Speaker.
4. Another “Did Texas kill an innocent man?” story. Only it’s not Cameron Todd Willingham this time.
5. Why, hello Friday. Where have you been all week? Did you bring your friends Saturday and Sunday? Let’s sit and have nice wine and cheeses.
I-30 is not pretty.
Lookin’ good, Ryan Jones!
I am especially enjoying the Clint Eastwood-like gaze.
Be sure to come back tomorrow for more enrichment via The Daily Moustache, D Magazine’s celebration of Movember.
So, say you have a coworker that not only taps his foot constantly and drums on his desk, but also whistles. Not any particular tune, and not for a short duration, but long spates of tuneless whistling.
Now, assuming you are working someplace with a less-than-liberal HR policy manual, do you:
a) Punch him in the throat;
b) Turn your iPod up, and risk going deaf;
c) Tell this person everything about him irritates you and risk cutting off your supply of bean burritos with extra red sauce;
d) Sneak in early one morning, and empty the better part of an entire tube of Super Glue in his ever-present jar of Carmex;
e) something creative from a random FrontBurnervian.