Here’s a great lightning shot taken by Kelly DeLay last night as he returned from a storm chase.
Danny Faulkner, who was the Dallas poster child for the 1980′s real estate rise and fall, has died (sub. req.). Sentenced to 20 years for the Interstate 30 condos fraud, he served less than four years. Danny was released in 1998 because his attorneys argued that he had only a brief time to live due to cancer of the spine.
Megan Shaw is a junior at Washington and Lee University. She is also one of our summer interns. We dispatched her earlier today to check out the first “vertical construction” at Klyde Warren Park. And lo:
A-Musing Construction Report
By Megan Shaw
Other than traffic, the rain didn’t slow much down — especially the construction at Klyde Warren Park.
Today, the first vertical construction at The Park was placed to form the columns of the Muse Family Performance Stage. These steel beams will create the frame for the stage that will serve as a central gathering spot for the park’s concerts and events. The Park will offer many free-of-charge events, as well as provide Booker T. Washington students an outdoor venue to hold class and rehearse. When the stage isn’t in use, it will have tables and chairs available for outdoor dining. John Muse, a Woodall Rodgers Park Foundation board member, made a donation in honor of his family to name the stage.
They’re giving away a lot of free seats from Dallas to Austin, Houston, and San Antonio in their first week of operation, and offering $1 fares to many other spots. You can catch a ride with them starting June 19.
And this comes after Dallas-based Greyhound launched its own Greyhound Express bus service between these major Texas cities earlier this year. It also offers $1 fares for advance purchases on some routes and dates.
Man, who needs a car anymore?
Kudos to JCPenney for its Father’s Day ad. The copy reads: “First Pals: What makes Dad so cool? He’s the swim coach, tent maker, best friend, bike fixer and hug giver — all rolled into one. Or two.” According to Gawker, the two guys in the ad are “real-life dads Todd Koch and Cooper Smith,” and those are their kids, Mason and Claire. And, as Gawker points out, the ad looks like a response to the failed boycott organized by the anti-gay nutjob group One Million Moms. I like the execution of the ad. I like the copy. And I like its middle-finger attitude to uptight folks everywhere. (Still not likely to get me into a Penney’s, though.)
If you don’t follow Drake and T. Boone on Twitter, then you missed the following exchange:
Drake: The first million is the hardest.
T. Boone: The first billion is a helluva lot harder RT @Drake: The first million is the hardest.
Drake: @boonepickens just stunted on me heavy.
Stereogum provides the trenchant analysis: “[W]hy does oil magnate/Mr. Burns-ian Oklahoma State booster T. Boone Pickens follow Drake on Twitter? What compelled him to one-up Drake in this manner? Has Drake not seen the Social Network? But, at some point, you just have to cast aside your skeptic queries and enjoy the beauty that modern times hath wrought.”
The man does love a good high five. I’ll probably get better at this.
My best friend Pam’s stepbrother is getting married in a couple days, and when I spoke to her this morning she was on her way to the first of two hair and make up tests. For Pam, this is sort of akin to getting bamboo shoots shoved under her fingernails. I told her that sounded like fun, and that I was attending a “work party thing” tonight. She said, “Oh, right, the one where Starf**er is playing. I feel really bad for you.”
As far as we’re concerned, there’s only one place to be tonight. That’s FrontRow Live, of course, in which we all surgically detach from our computers and blow out the Dallas Contemporary for one night only. I’m biased, maybe, a little. But FrontRow is home to the best critics and arts content in town, and tons of folks have been working tirelessly behind the scenes to put together a music bill I’d go see even if I didn’t work here. Headliners include the aforementioned Portland electro-pop act STRFKR (a college favorite–I used to bounce from Little Italy to the Village listening to their cover of “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” while I was on my way to a not-fun class), French musician Onra, andÂ Austin-based DJ Ben Aqua.
And if that doesn’t make the party for you, there will be food trucks, free beer (with your ticket purchase, of course), art installations by Oliver Francis Gallery, some sort of theatrical performance from Upstart Productions, and more. As a final incentive, I’m attending. Now you’re sold, and the price is right–just $15. I paid $15 to see Strfkr at Prophet Bar last time they were in town, and had to buy my own drinks.
Yes. We thought you might. Enter to win a pair of tickets to our 10 Most Beautiful Women in Dallas 2012 Nomination Kick-Off Party at the W. Details on ShopTalk.
Mayor Mike Names Committee To Figure Out How to Commemorate 50th Anniversary of JFK Assassination. Because what we don’t do in Dallas is form enough committees or pay enough attention to the JFK assassination. A few more particulars here [paywall, sorry].
NASA Equipment Found. It was headed in a truck from Minnesota to Palestine, but got sidetracked somewhere around here. The whole thing is super vague. The main thing on the truck was a telescope. Is it important? You better believe it! “This is the telescope that’s taking pictures of the sky,” one of the researchers said. “You don’t have a telescope, you’re not taking pictures of the sky.” He followed with, “This is a spoon to eat cereal with. You don’t have a spoon, you’re not eating cereal.”
Brooklyn Nets Lose Lottery Pick. The team needed to land a spot in the top 3 to keep its pick from going to Portland. It didn’t. Why do you care? Well, you might not. But if you’re a Mavs fan, you should, because it keeps the hope alive of getting The Colony native Deron Williams away from the aforementioned Nets. And since that was sort of the point of giving up on a full-fledged title defense, it’s kind of a big deal.
It Rained Again Last Night. Savor it. Promise me.