Someone sent me this link with the subject “Isn’t this story FrontBurner worthy?” I guess I answered that by posting the link just now. Along with Modano, this year’s hall of fame class includes someone named Lou Lamiorello, Ed (a guy with a hard-to-spell last name), the cast of the first two installments of the Mighty Ducks franchise (but, pointedly, not the third), and the one night I actually watched a Stanley Cup game in a bar though, admittedly, I was playing pool most of the time and waiting for a band to start. I might have made up some of this.
(Yes, Modano is the best hockey player the United States has ever produced, and there are probably a lot of you out there who revere him or like sports-themed restaurants or guys with perfectly trimmed stubble beards or don’t like Willa Ford or just love hockey and/or the roomy comfort of hockey jerseys to whom this is a very big deal. I’m truly happy for you, and I’m more than likely not just saying that.)
Bill Minutaglio is a really smart guy who has written many books. He is an eminent man of letters. Pretty much whatever he says true. You should read his current column in The Texas Observer. It contains important information.
I’m glad that Glenn Beck is living and producing his work in our neck of the woods now, because it provides an excuse for posting this ad for his 1791 clothing line, which is funding his nonprofit Mercury One initiative to “fix America one town at a time.”
Slate is right about this video, though. You really want to leave the audience with the image of your red-blooded American male in 1791 jeans running away after lighting up what might turn out to be a rocket-ship-shaped explosive device?
Today’s Google doodle is the best. Google it. Now.
And now for the best things you can possibly do tonight. For one, there’s Shakespeare Dallas’ staged reading of Othello in the Winspear’s Hamon Hall. The tragedy features one of the greatest villains of all time (who could forget the episode ofÂ Party Down when Roman goes “Iago style” in order to humiliate his smarmy sci-fi nemesis?), and for this particular production, Iago’s played by the multifaceted Gregory Lush. If you buy a ticket in advance for guaranteed seating, it’s ten bucks. For those who enjoy a gamble, it’s pay what you can at the door.
Also this evening, our Peter Simek is the guest of honor at the Dallas Institute of Humanities and Culture’s monthly film class, entitled “Speaking of Movies.” It’s basically a chance for like-minded folks to get together and talk about the current releases with expert on hand to keep everyone on track. Peter’s discussing three movies: Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master, Argo, and The Revisionaries, which is a documentary about evolution and the Texas Board of Education. Prepare yourself, though. The Master has proved polarizing enough to maybe monopolize the whole hour and a half.
If you’d rather see a movie than talk about them, might I suggest Martin McDonagh’s Seven Psychopaths at the Magnolia?Â McDonagh’s last collaboration with Colin Farrell, In Bruges, was great and I’m a big fan of his dark, devastating plays (you can see The Beauty Queen of Leenane at Kitchen Dog Theater next month).
Eighteen months after the tragic drowning of Jha’kyric Nixon, Coppell High School’s Class of 2013 is hurting again, with football standout Jacob Logan missing after a diving incident yesterday afternoon at Possum Kingdom Lake.
My son, Jordan, who’s away at the Marine Military Academy, has been a buddy of Jacob’s since the third grade. He’s reeling from the news, as is everyone in the close-knit community of Coppell. Last night, teammates and other high school students flocked to the football field for a prayer vigil, followed by another at Irving Bible Church.
The search resumed for Jacob this morning, after divers were unable to locate him yesterday. He and some friends were at the lake Sunday for a birthday celebration.
Jacob is a wide receiver for the Coppell Cowboys, currently ranked No. 3 nationally by MaxPreps.
An alert FrontBurnervian points us to a story about thieves intercepting “a large amount” of newly printed $100 bills that were on their way from Dallas to a Federal Reserve in New Jersey. The money was probably printed in Fort Worth. Says our FBvian, “Why on earth is the federal government sending millions (billions?) via commercial air freight next to poodle-filled kennels? It wasn’t even a direct flight. Yeah, the government is that cheap.” Soon as Zac returns from ACL, we’re going to start a movie script about the heist. Dibs.
In the room were Brent Scowcroft, his old friend and former national-security adviser–and the 43rd president, his son George W. Bush. For some, the shadows of the family psychodrama were alive in the room. When W., whose controversial presidency had been a kind of rebuttal to his father’s, was asked to give an impromptu toast honoring the man he had both worshipped and sought to overcome his entire life, witnesses say he appeared pinched and unhappy, his toast perfunctory. “It was highly unemotional,” says an attendee.
For all his legendary swagger, W. shrank in the presence of his father, either out of deference or something else. Perhaps he merely resented the presence of the eastern elite he detested, people like Time Warner chief Jeff Bewkes and HBO CEO Richard Plepler. “It was a weird evening,” says the attendee. “He knew that the Time Warner executives were not his base, and so here he is in his house with the Hollywood ‘a-leet,’ as he calls them.
“He’s become increasingly agoraphobic,” this person adds of the former president. “He looked startled by the whole thing. But he doesn’t like people, he never did, he doesn’t now.”
Indeed, George W. Bush, now 66, has spent the past few years living as invisibly as possible, working diligently on his golf game at the Brook Hollow Golf Club in Dallas, showing up at a Rangers baseball game, or being spotted eating a steak in one of his favorite restaurants. While the rest of the world judges his years in office, he’s taken up painting, making portraits of dogs and arid Texas landscapes. “I find it stunning that he has the patience to sit and take instruction and paint,” says a former aide.
If you haven’t yet read the Gawker profile of Michael Brutsch, you should find some time today to do so. Brutsch is better known by his online handle, Violentacrez, which he used to post horrible stuff on Reddit just to rile people up. As Adrian Chen puts it in his story, “Violentacrez was the most influential user of one of the most influential websites on the internet.” Well, he was anyway. Now that Chen has unmasked Brutsch, his online life has gotten a bit complicated.
Republicans May Lose Austin Supermajority, But Still Firmly in Control of Legislature: That’s what this analysis (paywall) of the seats up for grabs on Nov. 6 concludes, estimating that Democrats are only really challenging Republicans for 11 seats in the state House. The GOP should maintain a 16 to 20 seat majority.
Will Arlington Marine Read One Million Names of War Dead on Veterans Day? Brandon Blackstone is trying to organize a massive reading of every U.S. soldier who died in war. That’s every war, dating all the way back to the Revolutionary War.
NTTA Wants To Seize Cars For Unpaid Tolls: The North Texas Tollway Authority recently approved a pilot program that allows for impounding the cars of those who continue not to pay NTTA tolls, but a Justice of the Peace, Russell Casey, is trying to fight that and other strong arm tactics used by the NTTA against repeat offenders: “This is a statewide violation of civil rights on a massive scale,” he says.