Mike Darling is a man with a great name. He is also a former D Magazine intern and current Men’s Health senior editor. As such, Mike has been following the Great Tuxedo Challenge of 2012 from New York City. He has been duly impressed. So duly, in fact, that he posted an item about the challenge on the Style News blog of Men’s Health. Please enjoy the Q&A in which I use potty language as I profess my love for Zac and explain the difference between a bespoke and rental tuxedo.
As my internet pal Trey Kerby points out here, since Jason Kidd played better in New Jersey and Phoenix, it was and is more likely he’d get his digits in the rafters elsewhere. But, yes, Mark Cuban did go on the record as saying he’s not doing that here, and it all stems from the way J-Kidd left town this summer.
Which brings us to my favorite pointless sports debate: which current/recent Mavs will get their numbers retired? Dirk Nowitzki’s No. 41 is a no-brainer. Other than that? I’d argue that, despite his new ridiculous Celtics tattoo (total JET move), Jason Terry’s No. 31 has a decent shot. (I mean, 31 will always mean swagger aficionado Nick Van Exel to me, but I doubt that’s getting it done.) And maybe Michael Finley’s No. 4 at some point, since he’s back with the team in some capacity. (The championship with San Antonio might have scotched that idea permanently, but I think the Mavs having a banner puts it back on the table, but, like, right at the edge, kind of teetering, sort of making the host uncomfortably eye it.) Really, that’s probably it. Everyone else is known better elsewhere or wasn’t here long enough or whatever.
As for Mavs from the past, I renew my request for Mark Aguirre’s No. 24, Derek Harper’s No. 12, and [JIM SPANARKEL JOKE GOES HERE].
We’ve made it pretty clear on this blog, I think, that the aerial spraying to combat West Nile has given us the fantods. With the EPA’s imperfect track record in mind (see: DDT, Malathion), I asked some experts how we should protect ourselves against the aerial assault. The foregoing led Dr. Rick Snyder to reach out to me. He’s the president of the Dallas County Medical Society. He’s also my cardiologist and one of the smartest guys I know. Rick finally got me on the phone a bit ago and spent 30 minutes beating me up with his big brain and all the information it contains about West Nile and spraying mosquitoes and epidemiology in general. Way too much to convey to you in this space. So I’ll just say this: if, like me, you’re predisposed to think that any large-scale aerial application of a poison is a bad idea, spend some time poking around on this page set up by the DCMS. But here are some points that Rick made to me that changed my thinking a bit about aerial spraying (of which there will be more).
– The stuff they are spraying is essentially the same thing you wash your kid’s hair with if he has lice.
– None of us were that freaked by the truck spraying, yet the exposure is greater from truck spraying than it is from aerial spraying.
If you’ve been around here long enough, then you know that Brian Sweany used to work at D Magazine. He left us in 2005 for Texas Monthly, and we’ve never forgiven him for it. So it gives me great pains to pass along the news that he’s got himself a book deal brokered by none other than local literary agent and noted scamp David Hale Smith. The full release
Texas Monthly deputy editor Brian Sweany’s The Kingdom of the Saddle, a biography of cowboy and businessman Charles Goodnight (Larry McMurtry’s model for Captain Woodrow Call in his Pulitzer Prize-winning novel Lonesome Dove), who blazed the Goodnight Loving Trail to lead one of the longest and most important cattle drives in US history and reshaped the American West while earning and losing vast fortunes several times over the course of his 93-year life, sold to editor Vanessa Kehren at Penguin’s Blue Rider Press, in a deal negotiated by David Hale Smith at Inkwell Management (North American publishing rights).
I’m not a big fan of the Omni Hotel,Â whichÂ I’ve called “booster kitsch”. MyÂ skepticism of these kinds of animated buildings dates to aÂ Dallas Architecture Forum event a few years ago in which one of the speakers extolled the virtues of using building facades as new venues for advertising. It seems a logical, though repulsive, next step in the convergence of technology and consumerism: a world in which everything — including our homes or offices — is turned into an advertisement. Little can inspire quite like the sight of a Toyota logo scrolling across the face of the Dallas skyline.
On September 26, however, that changes — at least for a long weekend. That’s when the Omni’s digital skin will be taken over not byÂ advertisements, but by video art, part of a kick-off event to this year’s Dallas Video Festival. The festival is calling the program “Expanded Cinema,” and on that day at 8:30 p.m. , the four curved walls of the Omni Hotel will become a digital “canvas” for fourteen artists. Sound for the installations will be simulcast on KXT 91.7, and the Video Fest promises to update their website with information about where to best view the program. In addition, “Expanded Cinema” will continue to play on the Omni from sundown to sunrise throughout the duration of the festival (which runs from September 27 through September 30). For more on that centerpiece event, as well as to see the festival’s full program, go here.
If you are in possession of tickets to Willie Nelson’s House of Blues concert tonight, rest assured that the man is feeling better and the show will go on as planned. The show, which is sponsored by Raising Cane’s chicken fingers, a place I have never been moved to frequent, is sold out. And by sold out, I mean that as of right now, you can’t even buy one off StubHub.
Do not be too sad about your lack of foresight, but rather, be glad that your life does not include a Soames Forsyte. That was definitely terrible, but I’m feeling very literary today. It must be the gloom. And my favorite thing to do on rainy, literary Tuesdays is drop by Libertine Bar for half-price food night. I try to go earlyish, to avoid the rush, but squabbling over a table is part of the charm. And because my usual order is half-off, I might get a French 75–gin, Champagne, lemon, sugar–instead of a beer.
After dinner (or before, the kitchen is open until midnight), tonight’s FrontRow-approved Big Movie is Thunderball, and of course we’ve got chances for you to win tickets and popcorn. I know. Two movies in two days? Dallas, you are not giving me a lot to work with. All you guys want to do is stay indoors. (I feel you. Did I mention that The Hunger Games is out on DVD and I have HBO GO access? It’s a miracle I’ve pried myself off the couch to come to work.) Anyway, it’s Sean Connery and Bond girls in the Bahamas. I can’t see anything wrong with this, though the last time I mentioned James Bond/Sean Connery in one of these posts, I got an email from a Sean Connery/Bond impersonator who informed me of what a huge oversight it was that he had not been invited to the screening. Everyone has their issues.
While I cannot officially condone her actions (nor am I foolish enough to believe that some of you hadn’t already figured this out), our own Raya Ramsey was up early with Ron Corning on WFAA’s Daybreak explaining how you might actually be able to vote more than just once a day for the 10 Most Beautiful Women in Dallas.
I mention this because the Midland Reporter-Telegram writer who penned the story beneath the headline you see to the right is from this area. Audrie Palmer, who had nothing to do with the creation of that headline, is a product of the UNT journalism school. (I was actually her T.A.) Also, because I’ve never seen a headline I was more sure would someday appear on a piece of cardboard next to Jay Leno.
In the August 2011 issue of D Magazine, we awarded then-Dallas Mavericks player Jason Terry the distinction of “Best Tattoo.”
Has he now sullied that memory?
When asked his NBA predictions for the upcoming season on Monday, all Jason Terry did was point to the freshly minted tattoo on his left biceps.
It’s a picture of a green-clad Boston Celtics leprechaun sitting atop the Larry O’Brien NBA championship trophy. Terry had a similar photo tattooed on his right biceps prior to the 2010-11 season, and his Dallas Mavericks went on to win the NBA title that season.
Now that he’s about to enter his first season with the Celtics, Terry is hoping for similar Nostradamus-like results.
“I’ve already got my predictions right here,” Terry said, pointing to his biceps. “Now it’s a little Celtic man.
“It’s healing up now, but it’s a Celtic man and he’s got the trophy spinning. That’s nothing to spite what we did in Dallas, but I think we’ve got a team where we’re going to do it again – there’s no doubt in my mind.”
On my walk into work this morning, I noticed that all the parking meters along Ross in front of the DMA have been removed. In their place, I found this playful parking station, which accepts bills and credit cards. To me, the kiosk looks like it is wearing a winking face, where the “take receipt” slot is a nose, and the yellow coin slot is the closed eye. That “coin return” slot? Looks to me like a Cindy Crawford-style upper-lip mole.
One potential beef with this new system: you’re supposed to park, take note of your numbered spot, then punch that number in when you pay. But the numbers I found on the curb this morning, like the numeral 3, pictured, were stickers. I hope that’s not the final design, because those will quickly go missing, and folks will be confused about which spot they should pay for. This is the can-do city of Dallas. Surely a better solution is in the works, and those decals are just temporary.
For the past few days, I’ve seen an Olive Garden commercial whose never-ending pasta bowl jingle is sung by a fellow who sounds exactly like Rhett Miller. I finally remembered to ask the internet about this, and people certainly are chattering about it, but no response from the crooner himself. Nor can I find the commercial online. Anyone else notice this?
The Most Evil Robbers in the World. Patricia Slaughter is 65 years old. She has survived two heart attacks and has diabetes and osteoporosis. She was headed to church in her motorized wheelchair to pick up donated loaves of bread when two attackers jumped her and stole everything she had, including the wheelchair. Just horrible.
Woman Found Murdered Two Days after 911 Call. Deanna Cook called 911 (paywall) and could be heard screaming and pleading with her ex-husband not to attack her. When police went to her house, no one answered the door, and they left. Two days later, her family found her dead in the house. DPD is investigating the matter, and the woman’s ex-husband is in jail.
Dez Bryant Is Gonna Be Okay! We need some good news after the preceding, so here it is: Dez Bryant had to leave practice yesterday with a hurt knee. But don’t fret! It’s just a little patellar tendinitis.