I have to admit, when I read the first graph of this story, my first thought was, “Man, that’s a lot of drawers.” I mean, $2,500 worth of britches and bras is a lot, right? And then I read the breakdown of what Audrey Edwards allegedly took and how much it cost, and I realized I buy my lingerie at Target, where $2,500 would probably empty the shelves.
She also took some sweatshirts and pants. But what disappoints me is that she made no cool move toward subterfuge. She just draped the purloined panties and other goods over her arm and walked out of the store.
You disappoint me, Audrey. Allegedly.
If you ever wonder why many people across the country hate the Dallas Cowboys, then have a look at this. An alert FrontBurnervian points us to the news that the team has licensed the image of Captain America and other Marvel superheroes in order to make the ugliest t-shirts ever. Years from now there will be a tsunami somewhere on the planet, and thousands of people will be left homeless. Expect to see those poor souls wearing these t-shirts.
Is anyone else feeling the post-holiday lull here? Just me? Wonderful, moving right along.
I swear, I’m not just talking about this because I’m lazy and I could potentially walk to this place from my apartment. Sangria Tapas y Bar is celebrating the first day of the festival of San Fermín (you know, the thing with all the bulls that happens in The Sun Also Rises) with fifty cent sangria all evening long. Really. I’m excited, because I have dragged almost everyone I know, including my cousin who normally resides in San Antonio, to a somewhat awful restaurant in New York called Empanada Mama just for their sangria. I love this stuff. And it’s fifty cents. The bar’s regular flamenco guitarist Josh Goode will perform, and if we’re all lucky someone will think to bring castanets.
Meanwhile in Oak Cliff, there’s Oil and Cotton’s weekly Wednesday drawing class for us adults whose stick figures need serious help. Dallas artist Rebecca Carter, who exhibits frequently at 500x Gallery, is teaching the class, and all you have to do is choose an object you’d like to work with and drop in. I’m also going to go ahead and suggest that a trip to Lockhart Smokehouse is in order, if you haven’t made it that way already. Daniel Vaughn reviewed the Bishop Arts barbecue joint for our June issue, but I say, go for the Kreuz sausage.
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As Tim said, Twitter is pretty powerful. Take, for example, Angela Hunt’s weekend tweets about the “bums” in Main Street Garden. Based on what she had to say, it looks like some changes may be coming to Main Street Garden. But I do take issue with some of what’s being said about the homeless in the park.
I use the park every day. It’s where I met most of my friends. It’s where I take the dog for exercise. And, yeah, it’s where I run into some homeless. But I rarely find them aggressive. Most of the time, they’ll make a comment about the dog, and that’s it. Sometimes, I’ll engage them in conversation. (Some of the best conversations I’ve had occurred out there with homeless people.) And sometimes, but rarely, they ask me for money. But if I say I don’t have cash, they leave it at that. The only real problem that comes from them hanging out there is that they’ll leave chicken bones behind, which is really dangerous for the dogs. But I don’t avoid the park because of the homeless population.
This Friday is a special day at D Magazine because of something Wick said two years ago. The staff at the time was just really starting to embrace to Twitter, which Wick thought was a waste of time. He confidently proclaimed, “Twitter will be dead in two years.” This Friday marks two years since that proclamation. I will make a bold prediction of my own: Twitter will not die between now and Friday. I base my prediction in part on this Wall Street Journal story that says Twitter is worth $7 billion.
P.S.: Follow me @timmytyper. Gotta stay ahead of Zac.
P.P.S.: Krista will be along in a minute with a story about Councilwoman Angela Hunt and the power of Twitter.
Dallasite To Tweet Space Shuttle Launch. Jason Major, who lives in Uptown, was randomly selected to Tweet Friday’s space shuttle launch. His reaction to being selected: “I couldn’t imagine that I was ever going to go to one of these things. This is going to be huge for me … to just bask in all of that awesome ‘spaceiness.’” Awesome spaceiness. Love it. Follow him at twitter.com/JPMajor.
People Shoot Fireworks at Police, Photojournalist. I’m impressed by News 8 photographer Robert Flagg’s tenacity. Even though people were shooting fireworks at him, he kept filming. Police waited for backup before they could address the situation. Unfortunately, the police weren’t able to catch anyone. So now they’re investigating to figure out who all was involved.
Craigslist Robbers Attack in Carrollton. Recently, at least four people who have tried buying something on Craigslist in Carrollton have been robbed. One man, a pre-med student at UTA, lost $1,200 which means he can’t buy his books for the semester. I recently told a friend to check Craigslist for an apartment. Haven’t heard from him in a couple days. I’m sure everything’s fine.
Big Brother launches a new season on Friday. I only watch clips of reality TV shows on “The Soup,” which absolves me from having to actually watch reality TV. It’s always almost never worth noting when there should be some local interest in a specific show. However, I’m going to go ahead and tell you this anyway.
Cassi Colvin, age 26, is from Allen and lives in Nashville now. She’s a cast member. If you know her, you should dish in the comments. She will be joined by seven other people and some other people CBS says are “memorable duos” from seasons past, which generally means people who can’t DJ or get gigs hosting parties for companies who make well liquor.
There you go.
Remember beautiful Ashley Burghardt, one of the winners from our 10 Most Beautiful Women in Dallas 2010 contest? Well, if you felt like you didn’t get enough of her, you can see more on TV tomorrow, as she coaches a Dallas high school student from outcast to prom queen in an episode of “MADE,” MTV’s makeover series. Catch a sneak peek here and then tune in at 4 pm.
Over the weekend, I spent some time with the family out at a friend’s house on Lake Cypress Springs. A good time was had by all. But we couldn’t park their boat in their slip because the lake level had dropped so low. Where there should be water there is now nothing but dirt. Another friend of mine who has a house at the same lake just had his slip dredged so that he could park his boat in his slip. (If one doesn’t “park” one’s boat in a slip — if one, say, “docks” in a slip or “ties up” or “shivers the coxswain” — you’ll forgive my ignorance of nautical terms.) This second friend, the dredger, says current conditions remind him of 2006, the summer of which had us producing the cover you see here. Meanwhile, back on (really) dry land, the Texas Tribune is reporting that high school football players will have a swell time butting heads on those fields of dirt when two-a-days roll around, and Bloomberg says the water rationing is hurting the oil and gas business, and, oh yeah, the U.S. Department of Agriculture has declared the entire state a natural disaster.
All of which is to say that I’ve begun work on my personal aqueduct that will funnel water directly from Lake Cypress Springs to my front yard. Natural disaster or no, I will maintain appearances, dammit.
Even before he announced he would get into the race, Tom Leppert was advised here to save his money rather than run for Kay Bailey Hutchison’s U.S. Senate seat. The former Dallas mayor didn’t much like the suggestion, insisting that he is an “analytical” type who sees a “clear path to victory.” More recently his allies have floated the idea that Lt. Gov. David Dewhurst, the big dog in any potential Senate scrap, may have decided not to run for the GOP nomination. If that were true it would give Leppert a better shot at the nod but hardly a clear path, as Ted Cruz has been generating much more positive buzz recently as the Tea Party fave.
However, any slim hope by Dewhurst’s rivals that the lite guv would not run for Hutchison’s seat will be dashed later this month, according to the Politico web site via the DMN. Politico says Dewhurst has selected a campaign manager and is very likely to toss his hat into the ring. (Which, in retrospect, may be why the Williams twins–Roger and Michael–recently fled the Senate race to enter the House race in Parker, Tarrant and Wise counties instead.) We got the idea that Dewhurst would leap into the Senate fray when he spoke at D last month and now, if Politico is to be believed, it seems all but certain. Sorry, Mr. Mayor, but we did try to warn you.
Click here to take a gander at it.
If you are as big a fan of Nordstrom as I am, this means that a) you know their anniversary pre-sale starts today and b) you have enough reward points to get yourself in to the fancypants secret room full of Fall 2011. Yes, I’m already thinking ahead to things like new coats and riding boots not originally intended for a seven year old. It’s cold in this office. The public sale starts July 15, which gives you plenty of time to map out an appropriate strategy. All’s fair in war and shopping. At least for the next couple weeks, anyway.
As for tonight, well, I’m sure you were just dying for more opportunities around town to humiliate yourself and/or reenact the super cute (or super depressing harbinger of eventual heartbreak and rejection, whatever) karaoke scene from (500) Days of Summer. Club Dada has moved their Tuesday evening singalongs to their newly opened side project, The Red Door, which happens to be…right next door. The Observer has the details on the weekend’s whisper soft opening and other plans for the space. Carmen, who DJs Sunday night karaoke at The Goat, will continue to help you act a fool, declare your true feelings through song, or show off your impressive vocal talent. You may pick only one. Okay, fine, two. Drink specials include $1 off bottled and canned beer, which means you can emote without too much spillage.
In other news, The House of Blues has confirmed my suspicions that the venue is a very clever front for a time machine. They’re hosting Taking Back Sunday (remember this song?) tonight. A room full of nostalgic ex-emo kids reliving the eighth grade should make for serious entertainment. You can still buy tickets, and I’m pretty sure I still have their first CD. Which is cool, because despite all the membership monkey move around throughout the years, this tour features the original Tell All Your Friends line up.
And finally, have you seen the latest dispatch from FrontRow giveawayland? Full festival passes to the upcoming Festival of Independent Theatres. I am definitely not entering under some sort of pseudonym, because that would be wrong. But you should. Using your real name, of course.
For more things to do this evening, go here.
There’s a great interview with the big man in Der Spiegel this morning, in which the German Moses talks about his reception in Germany and the United States, his performance in the Finals, his support of Obama, a gift from Muhammad Ali, how drumming helps his basketball, and his role as a white, middle-class, low-key German guy in a league known for flashier players:
American basketball needs players like James and Wade, but the NBA also needs down-to-earth people like me. We players are all part of a show, and it only works in the long term if there is variety, when there is something there for everybody.
Rudy Fernandez to Real Madrid? The Mavs traded to get the Trail Blazer, but now he’s been offered a sweet deal to play in Spain.
Tony Romo Struggles in Beach Football Game. Romo was playing in WaterColor, Florida, and Saints coach Sean Payton had to pull him (bonus grainy pic of Candice Crawford — or is she Candice Romo now? — in a bikini).
Mayhem at Cotton Bowl Fireworks Show! About 25,000 people turned out for fireworks in Fair Park. But folks weren’t allowed to bring strollers inside the stadium. I thought this was America. Guess I was wrong.
From Maud Newton.
To me, football games are a communal activity, so they, and the snacks I associate with them, are mostly nostalgic. This weekend I aim to change that, as far as the food is concerned.
What we often ate while watching those games in my childhood was my mom’s version of nachos, made by dressing thirty tortilla chips each with a dab of refried beans, a small square of cheddar, and a jalapeno slice, and putting them into the oven to bake. I thought she and my grandmother had invented this variation, which I’ve always secretly preferred to the goopy basket of chips and toppings you get when you order nachos in restaurants. In fact, according to Lisa Fain, whose Homesick Texan blog is the best culinary resource I’ve found for gringo Texan expats, my family’s way came first.