I live in Oak Cliff. I like living in Oak Cliff. This is something I dislike about Oak Cliff.
From a post on an Oak Cliff-based Facebook page:
A dude on a red bike, glasses, black leather jacket is pedaling around Winnetka Heights vandalizing people’s cars with these bumper stickers. Might wanna go check your cars.
If I didn’t hate this dude so much, I’d admire his gumption. A leather jacket on a bicycle is tough to pull off.
About 16,000 people serve as flight attendants for American Airlines, and they get paid an average of $45,000 a year to do so. In less than a week earlier this month, more than 20,000 job-seekers applied to fill 1,500 openings, the Star-Telegram reported this afternoon.
“We’re thrilled with the overwhelming response to our regular flight attendant job postings, and believe we now have enough qualified candidates to consider for these openings,” American spokeswoman Missy Cousino said. “In the meantime, job postings for several language speakers, including Korean, Mandarin, Finnish and Japanese will remain open.”
It’s the first time American has hired new flight attendants in a decade, the article states, so if you think you keep seeing the same man handing you peanuts year-in and year-out, you’re probably right.
Yesterday, on my walk back from the Perot Museum, I spotted this sign outside El Fenix.
Today, I called the El Fenix to see what might go into a Deck Park Margarita. My guesses:
- grass clippings (for color)
- shredded money from Kelcy Warren’s secret vault (for richness)
- a individual hair off Klyde Warren’s head (for saltiness)
Turns out: hibiscus flower. Too bad the deck park doesn’t actually have any hibiscus in it.
The Census Bureau churned out some number this month showing the poverty percentages, per state, for the past three years. (I’ll beat you to the punch: during the past three years of the OBAMA administration) The picture for Texans, no matter the metric used, is bleak.
The report below (after the jump) is realllllly wonky, so I’ll break it down here.
Percentage of people in poverty, official three-year average:
Mississippi: 21.1 percent
New Mexico: 20 percent
Arizona: 19.2 percent
Louisiana: 19.1 percent
Georgia: 18.6 percent
Texas: 17.8 percent
The lowest? New Hampshire at 7.4 percent
The study also evaluated poverty using a metric known as the Supplemental Poverty Measure. Texas didn’t fare much better: it was still the 10th poorest state, per percentage of impoverished residents.
The Texas TribuneÂ has put up one of those data-driven interactive elements that it does so well, demonstrating how Texas drifted slightly more Republican in 2012 (as judged based on the race between Barack Obama and Mitt Romney, compared to 2008′s Obama vs. John McCain race.) You can see their full map here.
I won’t take issue with their overall premise, because I can’t spend all that time checking all their numbers. (I’ve got cutest pet contest nominations to judge.) I will take issue with the way they characterize Dallas County, however. You’ll notice (on the screenshot image above) that they’ve colored Dallas red. That doesn’t mean the county went for Romney, because it didn’t. It just means, according to the Tribune‘s analysis, that the county went slightly more for Romney than it had gone for McCain. They cite the fact that Obama’s margin over Romney in Dallas was 4,158 fewer votes than he’d scored against McCain.
This seems a flawed way to measure the relative strength of the parties. The total number of votes cast for the GOP and Democratic candidates in Dallas was down (about 4.5%), so instead of making a judgment based on the raw votes, I believe looking at the relative percentages that each polled is a better indicator. When you do that, you see a different story.
Every once in a while I glide through the Dallas Craigslist page. It’s mostly lonely, chafed men looking for love or selling Chevy Impalas, but sometimes there’s gold in them thar links.
Today’s stroll was no exception. Between all the 20-inch rims and flip phones was the fella to the right, Poppin’ Fresh.
According to its current owner: “Still has hang tag, never played with, just displayed. Opening in back to insert your hand. 1987. About 13 inches high when seated. Perfect condition. $10.”
So many questions.
1. Has this puppet been on display since 1987, or was it just part of a 1987 collection of food-stuff puppets?
2. If it has been on display the entire time, what else is on this display?
3. Please say additional food-stuff puppets.
4. $10? Really?
5. Don’t you think Poppin’ Fresh is sad he’s never been played with? Haven’t you ever seen Toy Story 2? (If you weren’t going to click on that link because you, in fact, have a soul and have seen Toy Story 2, you should. It’s a “tottaly fan made!!!!!” video of the scenes when Jessie is given away, and it’s set to S Club 7′s “Never Had A Dream Come True.”)
7. Would you take $8?
Not to freak anyone out, but Thanksgiving is next week. Do you know where you’re eating yet? Make those plans sooner rather than later.
Tonight, West Village’s newest boutique, Nicole Kwon, is having its grand opening party. Check out Raya’s photos from her sneak peek. I want just about everything, but especially like the looks from her own eponymous line, NKWON. The party offers complimentary wine and bites to aid your browsing technique, and then I’d just pop over to Union Bear to enjoy a celebratory Moscow mule and admire my spoils.
Says right here in Time that Paula Broadwell tried to lure Plano native and zero-time Tour de France champion Lance Armstrong into a surprise bike ride with David Petraeus:
Broadwell and CIA Director David Petraeus had fallen into an extramarital affair after years of close contact as biographer and subject. Born two days and 20 years apart, they had big benchmarks approaching–his 60th, her 40th–and Broadwell was looking for a suitably momentous gift. As she had tweeted proudly a few days before, Broadwell had a date for a “1v1 run with Lance Armstrong.” What she did not mention was her plan to recruit Armstrong for a surprise birthday bike ride with the fitness-mad Petraeus. If all went as she planned, the retired four-star general would ride into his seventh decade alongside cycling’s greatest star.
She also apparently asked, “Does anyone know Lance Armstrong?” on her Facebook page, like a fourth-grader hoping for Selena Gomez at her birthday party.
Jeb Bush’s son, George P. Bush, has long held an interest in political office, and is now actively seeking the Texas land commissioner gig.
In an effort to lend his son a hand, Papa Bush sent out this letter to his supporters:
November 13th, 2012
Dear Jeb Alumni member:
Last week, George P. opened a campaign account to explore the opportunity to run for statewide office in Texas. I am writing to ask that you consider making a personal contribution as he begins his quest for public service.
While the election is in 2014, it is important to show early financial support, particularly in a state as big as Texas. The office that George is considering running for is Land Commissioner which overseas the mineral rights, commercial real estate owned and sovereign submerged lands of the State of Texas as well as veterans affairs and historic archives.
George’s experience and skills match the job. In business, he has helped build a successful real estate fund business, and practiced law. In addition, he currently serves as an Intelligence Officer in the Navy Reserves. In that capacity, he served in Afghanistan for nine months last year.
Politically, George has earned the right to run by being Chairman of MAVPac, which is now a national organization, Chairman of HispanicÂ Republicans of Texas, an active surrogate of the Romney/Ryan ticket and Deputy Finance Chairman of the Republican Party of Texas.
Ok, what can I say? I am proud of my son. I hope you will write a personal check to George P. Bush Campaign, 604 E. 4th St., Suite 201, Ft. Worth, TX 76102.
Ok, what can I say? That “Jeb Alumni” is kind-of a weird title for your donors? Yes, I’ll say that.
Yesterday Bradford posted this picture from the Perot Museum of Nature and Science. The metal benches throughout the museum have various factoids cut into them. Pretty cool. Except, as a commenter named Adam pointed out, this sentence needs some help. Makes me wonder if the museum has any other benches with similarly grammatically challenged sentences. Here’s what Adam wrote:
Okay, this place is a museum? For, like, teaching our children and whatnot? If so, then how does a sentence like the one above literally get itself cut into metal? The grammar is horrible. It’s barely even English. Exactly how many “lives” does an average person get these days? I could have sworn we each got just one. How about:
“The average person accidentally eats 430 bugs each year of his or her life.”
Or, better still:
“The average person accidentally eats 430 bugs per year.”
Before you all savage me in the comments, I do not know as much about this topic as Tim, Schutze, or a bunch of other reporters/writers in Dallas. I haven’t followed it too closely because, up until two weeks ago, I covered three municipalities that sit nowhere near the lake.
I do know about one thing that none of them do: high school rowing.Â I rowed in high school and college back east, first in New York and then in Philadelphia. I’ve rowed on the Hudson River, the Schuylkill River, the Charles River, and basically every river, reservoir, lake, or damned swamp between Boston and Nashville.
And you know what? It’s a pain in the ass to break down a boat after every race. Gotta pull the rigging off, gotta remove the seats, gotta strap it down onto the trailer. Probably takes a good hour each time, if you do it right. And without a permanent boathouse, Dallas United Crew is doing a bunch of those steps every day during the season.
Now let’s break down the racial component here. I’ve sat through a few meetings where opponents of the boathouse claimed DUC was essentially a white club, a lingering reminder of inequality because the majority of its rowers were from Highland Park. This, folks, is rowing in general. It was a sport of prep schools and private colleges, but has trickled down over the years, landing at my awful public high school in the 1950s. Â As Tim pointed out last week, DUC has rowers from 25 schools and 26 ZIP codes. Are these kids mostly white? Probably, but the fact that Dallas is expanding the base of possible rowers by offering it to black, Hispanic, and Asian students far exceeds what most boathouses in this country look like.
Rowing taught me a bunch of things (teamwork, theÂ importanceÂ of quadriceps, blah) but it mostly got me into some colleges I wouldn’t have gotten into otherwise. Let’s give some other kids a chance to fall up.
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If you were waiting for Chipper Jones to, at long last, retire from the Atlanta Braves so he could watch 21-year-old movies on REELZ and then expound on his thoughts regarding the Kennedy assassination and the Warren Report, well, it happened.
I’d like to offer congratulations to whoever it was that sold Kiss’ record label on the idea of advertising on a DART train. When you consider that there’s virtually no demographic overlap between the band’s fanbase and the transit agency’s clientele, that’s an impressive bit of salesmanship.