Articles about Defiance

IM Just Saying: Christina Rees Talks About Her Somewhat Shocking New Do

ReesBlackhairReesMohawkI have known Christina Rees since circa 1996. We worked together at the dearly departed Met. We worked together at D. Now she’s the curator of The Art Galleries at TCU. In all the time I have known her (to my recollection), she has always had flowing, wavy-curly hair. I took a survey. This other guy (whom I won’t name but whose name rhymes with “crack”) and I both agreed: Christina’s hair was attractive. And it was black. The survey definitely revealed that it was black. Or dark. Now, however, things have changed. Several people in the past few days have asked me: “Did you see Christina’s new picture on Facebook?” You can see for yourself the look that Christina is rocking. I took another survey. That other guy and I once again both agreed: that is a blond mohawk. I asked Christina about it in a Gchat. Enjoy:

1:10 PM
Christina: never done this
1:11 PM me: Hang on.
1:13 PM Okay, you ready?
Christina: Can’t we just talk on the phone?
me: That’s so 2011.
Christina: ok
me: Plus, then I have to transcribe the interview. And I’m lazy.
Christina: Right.
me: First question. Not to put too fine a point on it. But what the hell happened to your hair?

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Pro-Tip of the Day: Stopping a Beer Thief

When fighting off a beer thief hellbent on absconding with the frosty libations your employer has available for purchase, go for the glass eye.

WFAA Weekend Morning Anchor Shon Gables Really, Really Wanted in Detroit

As we mentioned in March, a Detroit judge issued a bench warrant for the arrest of  WFAA weekend morning anchor Shon Gables, who allegedly failed to appear in court to testify regarding her assets in connection to a $35,000 slander judgment against her.

Ed Bark, who has been on top of the story on his website unclebarky.com, caught everyone up before he headed out for his Independence Day weekend off. (more…)

Roland Dickey Sr.: “Zero” Impact from Boycott Call

While some wring their hands over Maurine Dickey’s visceral reaction to the current travails of her fellow county commissioner John Wiley Price, few seem bothered about a call by Price’s aide for a boycott of the Dickey family barbecue eateries he’s dubbed “D.E.A.D.”–short for, Don’t Eat at Dickey’s. One exception is blogger Tom McGregor, who’s likened the name to a death threat. While it may not be exactly that, it is a thuggish tack. And maybe that’s why few are surprised and reacting.

Meantime, the D.E.A.D. campaign doesn’t seem to be affecting sales at the Dallas-based family-run chain. Asked if he’s noticed the boycott, company chairman Roland Dickey Sr., who’s married to Maurine, replied, “No. Zero. No impact from it. It’s a free country, though. They can do anything they want,” Dickey said in a call from Savannah, Ga., where he’ll open the company’s 152nd store tomorrow. “I only met John Wiley Price once, and he seemed like a nice guy. Turns out both our mothers started out as maids, or housekeepers. But, him and my wife are from different political parties, and they’re always taking shots at each other.”

Southwest Pilot Unhappy With Attendants

A Southwest Airlines pilot is in the doghouse because of comments he made while his mic was live and he didn’t know it. His biggest alleged sin: lamenting that his flight crews consisted of “gays, grannies and grandes” (the last apparently referring to overweight people) instead of “cute chicks.” No telling his reaction if he’d had this guy onboard.

Maurine Dickey Writes to AG to Review County Redistricting

Just a few minutes ago, I got a passel of documents from Dallas County Commissioner Maurine Dickey, who has already expressed her extreme displeasure regarding the redistricting maps the commissioner’s court voted on a few weeks ago. Seems Dickey will now seek a review of the map by Texas Attorney General Greg Abbott and the U.S. Justice Department.

“The new map was approved by the Dallas County Commissioners without the benefit of public review or comment as required. I ask that the Attorney General’s office and the Department of Justice rule the new district map invalid and restore the original redrawn district map that was presented to the public for comment,” Dickey says in a press release. “The court failed to give the public proper notice which has resulted in what is, at a minimum, a disenfranchisement of thousands of voters.”

You can read the full press release here, read the letter here, and see the old map and the new map here and here, respectively.

Rick Perry: Tool of Bilderberger Global Elites?

Hold it right there, all you accusing Rick Perry of being a reactionary hack who only spouts misguided populist tea-party views. Not so, according to Austin-based Alex Jones’ web site. In reality, the site says, Perry is a willing tool of the super-secret Bilderberg Conspiracy who’s doing the dirty work of the global elites and the central banking moguls and in fact has become one of their anointed ones for president.

Memo To DART, From Me: I Will Be Breaking the Law

Yesterday, an entire train full of passengers – mostly people coming back from the Mavs parade – were stranded in the train after it stopped in the tunnel connecting Cityplace and Mockingbird Station. Several told the various media outlets who covered the incident that they attempted to talk to the conductor and got no response. They tried to use an emergency phone in the tunnel, and it was dead. It was also very, very hot, and with no idea how long it would take to get them moving again, many opted to open the doors and walk out of the tunnel.  (more…)

A New Yorker Who Never Dug Dallas

Readers of the magazine know Pamela Gwyn Kripke’s byline. Over the past few years, she’s written a bunch of stuff for us. Cool lady, talented writer. I always like getting her copy because I know it won’t need any serious work on my part. She’ll have done it already.

But here’s the thing. Pam doesn’t like Dallas. She has lived here for 12 years. Now she’s done. And she has already picked the date of her return to New York: November 30, 2015.

She wrote an essay for the Huffington Post explaining herself. It’s good. I suggest you read it.

Leading Off (5/23/11)

District Has No Policy for Teacher Intervention of Student Attacks: At Boude Storey Middle School a teacher watched as students gagged and bound a special needs student with duct tape and cords. At Seagoville, here’s video of a geometry teacher with his hands in his pockets, watching one of his students get pummeled multiple times in the face by another student. Oh, and in this video a teacher maintains his authoritative position at the podium while two students – one shirtless – move into a ring of desks and box it out. Yeah, I would say the district needs a policy about teacher intervention.

Zoo Finds Birds That Flew Away During Outdoor Demonstration: Bethany told you over the weekend about the two macaws that escaped from the Dallas Zoo. No, they weren’t taken during the Rapture. No, they didn’t escape on a wacky cross-country adventure where they met a talking fox, an armadillo, and a cute squirrel voiced by Chris Rock who cracked well-timed jokes. They were about a dozen blocks away in an Oak Cliff neighborhood.

Man Calls Fire Department, Ends The Night Arrested: An Irving taxi cab driver called the fire department when a small fire broke out in his apartment. After it was extinguished, the firefighters discovered suspicious substances and illegal weapons in the man’s home, so they called the FBI. The man is now in jail.

Call Off the Greenville Avenue St. Patrick’s Day Parade

Oh. My. God. The worst news in the history of news just landed in my inbox. They are killing the Greenville Avenue St. Patrick’s Day Parade. Here’s a note from the Lower Greenville Neighborhood Association to its members:

Preparations for this year’s event are generally the same as last year with one very notable exception. Dallas Police have decided to begin enforcing the Open Container law this year. Although they are doing this mainly in response to problems with retail operators outside the event, they will be giving all the officers the same direction on enforcing it, even in the neighborhood. The law is pretty simple. Any open containers should 18 feet away from a public right-of-way. That means 18 feet inside the sidewalk. They will write citations and the fine is $250. In the past, they would simply ask to pour it out. You may carry CLOSED containers without being in violation. So if you are carrying an ice chest to your neighbors house, you are ok as long as the contents are unopened.

I have written before about my love of this event. It is, in my estimation, the best day to be alive in Dallas every year. Part of the reason for that is its the one day of the year that cops let thousands of people walk around and drink beer. Suddenly, in a small way, Dallas becomes Vegas. And New Orleans. Do some people abuse the privilege? Of course. But, on the whole, the laissez faireness of the St. Patrick’s Day Parade makes for a special day. I mean, how can you have a St. Patrick’s Day parade without people tailgating?

This is a tragedy.

Update (9:29 a.m.): Hang on. I called DPD to beg them to reconsider. The folks in media relations had not heard anything about this supposed change in policy. As the officer told me, “There’s a hundred of us and a million of you. We couldn’t enforce that ban if we wanted to.” But that’s not the official response. He’s checking and will call back with confirmation one way or the other. We still have hope.

Update (11:55 a.m.): Here is the official word from Senior Cpl. Jonathan Crump, a Dallas Police Department spokesman who will himself be working the parade: yes, this year they will be “a little more strict” on open containers. But this is not a zero-tolerance policy. “You can be three sheets to the wind,” Crump says. “But if you don’t present a problem for me, you’ll be going home that night. If you present a problem for me, you won’t be going home.” Meaning, you’ll be going to jail. “It’s all about your attitude,” Crump says. Bottom line: if you’re walking down the street with a drink and not bothering anyone, it sounds like you’ve got nothing to worry about. So, everyone, let’s have fun Saturday. And let’s behave out there (for the most part).

Quick Questions For Thursday

1. Is there ever an excuse to whistle to techno music in an office setting?

2. If not, what’s a suitable punishment?

3. What’s your favorite No Doubt song? And do you want to hear it more? If so, click here.

4. Are you going to the Granada tonight?

5. Lemon, lime, orange or plain La Croix?

OK – go. And don’t disappoint me, people.

In 2011 I Hereby Resolve …

What’s New Year’s Eve without a few resolutions? Here are mine:

Be more accountable. When former TV anchor/reporter Brad Hawkins, now a spokesman for Southwest Airlines, was busted by cops on a public lewdness charge in a Dallas park, I made a joke here regarding Southwest’s LUV symbol. But when the charges were later dropped, I failed to note that on FrontBurner. Which wasn’t fair to Hawkins.

Don’t have such a short fuse. After my car was broken into in a DART parking lot the first day I rode the light-rail, I swore off DART here for good. That was dumb. Even though I’ve never parked in a DART lot again, I’ve  ridden its trains since and most always had good experiences.

Trying to save money, do not order in sliced turkey breast instead of a full cooked turkey for Christmas dinner even though you know your Better Half prefers the dark meat and the turkey legs. After that happened something else almost got sliced, too.

Chapter 3: The Mayor Sits in His Car

The first thing the Mayor felt, when we finally woke up, was his ribs. The pain was almost psychotropic, like a bad trip he couldn’t escape. The fact that he had slept slumped sideways in his car, his damaged side right on top of the parking brake, didn’t help. He didn’t remember falling asleep — not where or when.

The second thing he felt was the gun. It was against his temple, and it was surprisingly warm. Not like it had been recently fired, but more like it was alive. He closed his eyes and let himself imagine the gun moving and growing, like a metallic vine, wrapping around his head, enveloping him.

The broken ribs were making him crazy.

The gun disappeared. When he turned to see where it went, he felt a sharp pain and then everything went away. He noticed, just before he disappeared into the blackness, that he was parked on Swiss Avenue.