ME: Hey, I have an important question about the January issue, which we start shipping in a matter of days.
Bottom of the morning to you, readers. In case you weren’t aware, today is Veterans Day. Please join me in thanking the men and women who defend or have defended: your country and its interests, your freedom, your right to vote, and your right to complain about the outcome of the recent midterm elections. Seriously. Hug a vet today. And now, please follow me to the next page, where I’ve whipped up some excellent choices (if I do say so myself, which I do) for your evening amusement.
I mentioned this morning that some DISD whistleblowers were getting a nice payday. The DMN wasn’t clear on this point, but DISD is not paying this round of settlements. They paid two earlier settlements totaling about $1.5 million. Yesterday’s $1.4 million, though, will be paid by HP. Jon Dahlander, the district’s spokesman, points us to the settlement, if you’re inclined to read the whole thing.
“The biggest advance of the abortion industry in America has been the passage of Obamacare.”
1. This morning on FrontBurner, it’s not about winning. It’s about rediscovering effort. And reinventing compassion. And prospecting for stick-to-it-iveness. Accordingly, we are typing in full pads.
2. We mentioned earlier in this space that the Cowboys had trouble keeping their website up earlier this week. The News wrote about it, too. But there’s something charming about the way this British news outlet described the snafu:
A leading US professional sports outfit saw its website go down this week following the failure to renew its domain name. Struggling American Football club the Dallas Cowboys — who have lost seven of their first eight fixtures this season — witnessed a number of days of downtime following the administrative oversight.
Makes it sound like the Cowboys lost some drawer pulls in their kitchen.
3. We’ve had three suicides in two days on our roadways. One guy jumped from the High Five. Another hung himself from the Houston Street viaduct. [shaking head, having a hard time understanding the need to turn such a tragic act into a public spectacle]
4. If my math is correct, yesterday’s settlement of a whistleblower suit in connection with the computer contract shenanigans at DISD means the district has now paid out nearly $3 million to whistleblowers who were involved with this case. Suggestion to DISD teachers: might want to focus less on the teaching and more on the whistleblowing. It pays better. [Update: HP paid yesterday's settlement.]
My, what a difference a few days make. Ryan Jones’ lip hair is coming along quite nicely. A few days ago, we had this. And now look at him!
Don’t worry about the frown. He’s not really sad, mad, or otherwise anything short of ecstatic to be a part of this great experiment. He was merely contorting his facial muscles to show off his Movember moustache to its best advantage.
Say what you will about Jerry Jones and the way he’s handled the Cowboys. But the guy is accessible. It’s one of the reasons I can’t help but love him. You see the guy someplace at a bar, and you can walk up and buy him a drink. Sometimes that accessibility gets him in trouble. For instance, there’s this. Can’t a guy just fly to Vegas and blow off some steam without the meejah getting all up in his grill?
Kind of kidding, but that’s sort of what Life & Style is saying. Or something. This comes from a longtime commenter who was “embarrassed to have found this.” Not sure why, but anyway, the relevant section:
Now, new eyewitnesses confirm to Life & Style those problems are only exacerbated by the teenager’s heavy drinking and partying. Texas college student Brian Payne clearly remembers the night he spent hanging with Demi in North Richland Hills, Texas, where he saw her firsthand doing cocaine at a mutual friend’s house party on Dec. 28 last year. “She was doing line after line like a pro — and she was 17 at the time,” he tells Life & Style, recalling the wild party they attended after a concert by the band Neon Indian at the Granada Theater in Dallas. “I just remember her doing it as if she had been doing it for a long time. It didn’t seem like something new to her.”
Anyway.
So, I realize it doesn’t feel much like fall out there, what with the projected high of 77 degrees and relative humidity of 113 percent. However, it’s time to get serious about the holidays, lest you be an utter failure as a homemaker and as a human being. Tonight, you’re going to a cooking class at Sur La Table, where you’ll learn how to make hors d’oeuvres. Granted, I’m perfectly content to inhale nibble on pigs-in-blankets and cheese cubes so long as the company and wine are top notch, but your guests will probably be fancier than me. Only four seats remain, so get on it.
Maybe you don’t care about such things. For you, I suggest A) stocking up on crackers and Easy Cheese and B) enjoying a little murder mystery theater at Iron Cactus. Cocktails, dinner, and a show under one roof—that’s efficiency, folks. And, since you’ll only have to drive to one place, you’ll be helping Mother Earth. Be sure to tweet about your right-mindedness on Twitter later. That way people will know you’re serious.
Don’t like my choices? That’s OK, I guess. Check out these other things to do in Dallas, and have a great night.
Hi. Remember the record snowfall and the accompanying record power outage in Dallas last year? I do. It was cold, and I found there’s a limit to how many times I’ll be seen in public without having the benefit of a shower and a hair dryer.
I bring this up because shortly after everyone’s power was finally restored, a fight began between residents in the Lakewood area and Oncor over tree trimming. Downed limbs and limbs heavy with snow were, as you probably recall, the main cause of the outages. And it seems that fight is still going on.
I like trees. I do. I also like feeling my nose and not seeing my breath when I am inside my house. I’d like to think there’s a happy compromise. I have one in mind, in fact: If you can get all your neighbors in a certain square area to agree to keep your trees up yourself, Oncor backs off. But in return, your area is not a priority area in the event of a massive power outage – in fact, it goes to the bottom of the list.
Tune your eyes tonight to The Tonight Show to see the Old 97’s perform their song “Champaign, Illinois.” To get you pumped for the national TV appearance of our Dallas homeboys, I did a Q&A with the band’s swaggering frontman, Rhett Miller.
Q: Do you ever have dreams about the night of my bachelor party when you ralphed in the parking lot of the Lodge?
A: Strangely, my memories are pretty fuzzy when it comes to your bachelor party. We had fun, right?
A: You’ll always have the unicorn tattoo as a souvenir.
BusinessWeek, U.S. News & World Report, Financial Times, Forbes, and The Economist all do MBA rankings. Poets & Quants studied the strengths and weaknesses of each listing and combined the strengths to give an overall ranking. UT Austin McCombs is the only Texas program to make the top 20, coming in at #19. SMU Cox is 29th, A&M Mays is 37th, and Rice Jones is 46th.
1. Sometimes, all you need is the lede: “Nearly 4,000 students and faculty at Martin High School in Arlington expressed themselves in a video that is going viral.”
2. Technically, this story takes place in Oklahoma at OSU’s campus. However, there is a connection here so I’m going with it. Kasey Cook is a graduate of Colleyville Heritage High School. On Monday, he was shot by a robber in Stillwater. While en route to the hospital, he tweeted, “Just got shot in my leg!!!! Ouch it stings!!! In the ambulance on the way to the ER.” The cops were able to find the robber as he replied to Cook’s message with: “@Cook I dropped your stupid laptop while running away from the cops. Not. Worth. It. Going to Eskimo Joe’s.” K. Fine. I made up that last part.
3. As Zac mentioned, this is happening tonight. You’ve been warned.
It’s by Stephen Mills, artistic director of Ballet Austin, talking about Light/The Holocaust and Humanity Project. Worth your 15 minutes.
What is it about some writers? Bad enough that we’ve been stuck with “Metroplex” for more than thirty years, that godawful bastard of Latin and Greek that some local traffic reporters still use as if it is English. Now comes someone from Newsweek — or, as they like to call themselves, NEWSWEEK — to tell us that Texas is “The Texaplex.” Thanks for all the good copy, guys (which reads as if it were written by small-time ad agency, which, come to think of it, is exactly where “Metroplex” came from.) But really, we don’t need you. Stay away. Inflict your inventiveness on someone else.