Articles for December 9th, 2010

The Mayor’s Broken Ribs: A Short Story

“I’ll tell them I broke them in a cycling accident,” he said, surveying the room, inventorying the damage. His ribs hurt. GD, they hurt. He had broken two, no — ah, em-effer! — three ribs. The safe was open — okay, Tom, think about that later — and the coffee table was broken from where Jim had “fallen,” haha, through it. And that was about it. Nothing he couldn’t contain. Well, except the safe, and no, no, he could not think about that now.

Tom leaned against the edge of his desk, its top now a modernist sculpture (title card: “Post-Fight,” paper, wood, coffee — $2,000), and called Chris, his chief of staff. He picked up on the third ring.

“Well, it finally happened. I know. I know, godda — okay, okay. Sorry. No, I don’t know. I’m fine. More or less. Can you call the Morning News? Yeah, Rudy — if you can. I think cycling. I don’t think anyone would believe anything else. Maybe basketball, but I’d need witnesses. No, really. Chris. Chris! I’m fine. I’ll see you the morning.”

Tom winced as he reached under his desk. As he felt for the bat, he looked at the now-broken table. Schutze had sprung up like a GD cat after the Mayor threw him onto the oak table and bounced out of the office. Tom had to assume he was near a computer right now. With the papers from the safe. He shuddered and pulled his pin-striped jacket tighter around him, as if an imaginary northeaster had just blown through.

This would all be over in two days. If he could make it that long. He shoved the remnants of the coffee table into his coat closet and swept the top of his desk into the trash. He looked around one last time. “Good enough,” he thought, as he poured two fingers of Jack into his coffee, and tucked the baseball bat under his coat. Two more days.

Canadian Critic Thinks You Should Be Watching Police Women of Dallas

As you may or may not remember, we’ve spoken of this Police Women of Dallas show before.  It’s on TLC. It features women who are officers of the law in Dallas.

Have you been watching it? Well, in Canada, one TV critic recommends the show to his fellow Canucks after one hellaciously long lede that I only half understand. But it has the word cojones in it, and I think it was even used properly, so there’s that.

But at any rate, he says he loves the show, and gives much love to one Officer Person, and marvels that with a last name like that, there was no choice but to become an officer of the law (”If you insist on going about with a name like that, you take refuge in employment with the police. It’s as plain as a poke in your eye.”).

But law, this review gave me hurty head.

Things to Do in Dallas Tonight: Dec 9

I’ll start this post out with a public service announcement, courtesy of Wikipedia: Tomorrow is Human Rights Day. Based on that information, I was able to deduce that tonight is Human Rights Eve, and I know just the way to commemorate the occasion.

The Fort Worth Human Relations Commission is hosting Movies That Matter: An Evening of Human Rights Films, during which they’ll screen three movies that deal with issues like illegal immigration, illiteracy, and gay rights. The event will kick off with an informal reception at 6:30 pm that will include remarks from Joel Burns, the Fort Worth City Councilmember who made national headlines for this speech at a council meeting back in October. There’s no admission charge, (light) refreshments will be available, and I’m guessing that the subject matter will be a bit weightier than whatever’s on your DVR.

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An Observer Story You Ought to Read

Oh, how it pains me to praise the Phoenix-based Dallas Observer. But praise it I must.

10 Most Beautiful Women in Dallas Party Pictures

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Last night D Magazine hosted a glamorous celebration for the 10 Most Beautiful Women in Dallas at the space-soon-to-be-formerly-known-as-AMPM-Restaurant-and-Lounge. Each of the lovely ladies that you see above was in attendance, as were special guests like Dallas Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo, who was there to support girlfriend Candice Crawford.


Check out all the party pictures in our photo gallery.

Hold Up, Cliff Lee. There is Another Offer You Should Consider.

So. Now you know what you are worth to the Yankees. Seven years, $160-whatever million. Soon, the Rangers will tell you what their offer is. But there is another team you should consider: D Magazine.

First off, we don’t have a baseball team. But we do have an opening for an events editor! Or sales. Do you like sales? Do you think you’d be good at sales? I actually wouldn’t mind if you took that job instead, because I’ll get a little finder’s fee. I scratch your back, you scratch mine, etc. and so on. If you’re really stuck on the baseball thing, I recall that, once, Tim Rogers and I threw a hard rubber ball at each other for several minutes in the hallway. I’m sure, if you agree to come aboard, we’d be willing to do that again. That’s basically all you do anyway, right? There is also a Y, like, a block away.

What else? Oh, let’s see. Do you like coffee? We have coffee. We have so much coffee. Do you like having long, drawn-out discussions about grammar, like the kind of detailed discussion where each side exhaustively — and I mean ex-haust-ive-ly — makes its case, and then, do it all over again not a month later, because someone refuses to write these things down? WE DO THAT ALL THE TIME. What about hypotheticals — you know, like, if you were homeless, do you think you could live on Whole Foods samples, if you were able to keep a clean set of “going to Whole Foods for samples” clothes somewhere? We had that talk just a week ago. But we’d do it again. Really! No problem at all! We’ll even talk about fishing or Wal-mart or whatever people from Arkansas like. It’s okay! We all work with Tim; we’re used to feigning interest.

Also, if you have an iPhone, you get $50 a month.

Shocker: Yankees Make Aggressive Offer to Cliff Lee. They Win.

Well, Rangers fans, it looks like we won’t have superstar pitcher Cliff Lee to lift our hearts next season. According to my buddy Evan Grant, the dean of Rangers Reports, the stinky Yankees offered Lee $168 million dollars over seven years to pitch in NYC.

I’ve been a sports fan all of my life, but about eight years ago I gave them all up because I got tired of using my economics degree to read the sports pages. The fun, for me, was gone. This year I was lured back into loving a team. For seven months I was swept off my feet. I sold stock to buy World Series tickets. I lost my voice screaming at the games. I paid $6 for Bud Lites. And look what happens. Cliff Lee breaks my aging heart. (Hint: this is also why I don’t date.)

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Leading Off (12/9/10)

1. The war between the Dallas Morning News and Parkland continues. In this salvo, Sherry Jacobson writes a lengthy story in an effort to gin everyone up over the fact that a grieving mother hugged her daughter’s corpse at the funeral — and discovered that her organs had been removed! Summon lawyer Domingo Garcia! Release the hounds! And notice the bitter tone of Jacobson’s story when she uses quote marks to mock Parkland for apologizing for a “miscommunication.” Except here’s the thing: the miscommunication concerns a signed form that pretty clearly allows for the possibility of organ removal. And the family acknowledges that before the daughter died, she got excellent care at the hospital. This is a non-story. Or it’s a story about how Parkland did everything it could to save a woman’s life. The only reason the story runs in the paper today with this slant is because the News is at war with Parkland, and Jacobson, dutiful foot soldier she is, spent a lot of time combing through documents she got from an open-records request, so she had to write something.

2. The Dallas City Council voted to create four “solicitation-free” zones where panhandling is now illegal. Excellent. But I want to know who is going to pay for the printing and distribution of the maps that the homeless will now need to avoid breaking the law.

3. In the coming weeks, if you see Mayor Tom Leppert at a holiday party or the like, DO NOT HUG HIM. The guy cracked two ribs and shattered a third in a cycling accident on the L.B. Houston nature trail. (Good thing for him that he didn’t go to Parkland. They surely would have sucked out all his organs and left him for dead.)