Forget the The Magic Flute simulcast. I mean, it’s a fine idea, but nowhere near as entertaining as the announcement I was hoping for: an opera actually performed on the field at Cowboys Stadium (caveat: acoustics, but amusement trumps). And then I realized how the Dallas Opera could kill a bunch of grackles with one teensy, tiny stone.
Longtime comment section denizen Ross Carmichael has started the Facebook group Dirk Nowitzki For All-Star Game Starter. You should probably join. And you should definitely vote for the tall baller from the G to start in this year’s All-Star Game in Orlando. Do you know Dirk has never — never! — been voted into the starting lineup? RECTIFY THIS.
Because Dallas Morning News writer Scott Cantrell went on a tour, and he doesn’t, so much. The article is behind a paywall, so those of you who haven’t a) paid to scale it , or b) figured out a way to scale it for free, here are the highlights:
There you go. Our city’s hotel is the architectural equivalent of a boob job or something. And you can watch TV in the bathroom. I read the news so you don’t have to.
So you know what happens when you wait until the last day of the legislative session to pass a whole flurry of bills? Some of them end up missing things, things that change the entire purpose of the law. Like in Arkansas a couple years ago, when they unintentionally made it OK to marry a baby, or something, by accident. Or this past legislative session in Texas, when they accidentally gave a law designed to make it a bigger deal to not have or obscure a license plate, but instead kind of gave it no teeth by forgetting the fine, apparently.
I’m no lawyer, or I’d be off lawyering and making big bank and scaring people. And man, I’d have this giant house with a maid that would just do floors, all day long. And two dogs – Herve Villechaize and Nipsey Russell. What was I saying? Right. I’m no lawyer, but if I got a ticket for missing a license plate after this law goes into effect, since the AG’s office will take six months to rule on the legalities, I might just fight it. I think.
No, I’m not going to recap it. Sarah Hodge already did right here. But I will say I had a really good time listening to all of the talks, even the ones that didn’t completely work. Narrowing it down to one winner would have been impossible, so fortunately they opened it up to three: Jasmin Brand, Belinda Baldwin, and Will Clarke. As always, Sharon Lyle and the TEDxSMU team put on a great event, and the Kessler Theater was a good host.
Side note: Like Liz mentioned before, I was a judge. There were two others. Grace Gilker, a sophomore at Hockaday who has already done a TEDxKids talk, and Omar Jahwar, who spoke at TEDxSMU last year, and negotiated a truce between the Bloods and Crips, no big deal. And then me. Shaky choice.
Art West, Inventor of Doritos, Dies: Art West was a marketing executive at Frito-Lay when he invented Doritos, the first national tortilla chip brand. He died this weekend at 97. A statement from West’s family says that they plan on “tossing Doritos chips in before they put the dirt over the urn.”
Is AMR Going Bankrupt? American Airlines’ parent company has only posted two profitable years in the last decade, its stock is at a one-year low, and Moody’s has just downgraded AMR’s stock outlook to “negative,” according to this report in the Star-Telegram. Some industry watchers believe the company is running out of cash, and when the “b-word” was raised during an investor conference, AMR’s treasurer “didn’t completely dismiss the possibility.”
Finally It’s Official: A&M Joins S.E.C: Yesterday, Texas A&M University announced that it will join NCAA’s Southeastern Conference beginning on July 1, 2012. Teams like Alabama, Auburn, LSU, Arkansas and others will begin massacring the Aggies on the football field beginning in the 2012-2013 season.
Summer intern Kelsy McCraw attended a Back on My Feet run one morning in July. She thought she’d go out, do one run with them, and then do a quick report. But after that initial run, McCraw, a former soccer player at Washington and Lee University, was hooked. She spent five weeks running with the BoMF group. Below is her report.
Sheretta Bodem is shy—not bashfully shy like a child, but hesitantly shy like somebody who’s never been able to depend on anyone. This tough-skinned 25-year-old is about 5 feet 2 inches tall with a curvy figure that is usually hidden in t-shirts, pants, and sneakers. A baseball hat sits atop her braided black hair, slung so low that it just shades her dark brown eyes, as if to reiterate her don’t-mind-me timidity. She sits across the table from me in a back storage room at Dallas LIFE, as she tells me why she walked into the shelter’s doors last November.
She’s a woman of few words, most of Bodem’s answers to my questions are succinct and to the point, but the tall wall she’s built was how she learned to survive.
Bodem says she was spoiled growing up—she always did and got what she wanted. Her mother was a truck driver, so circumstance may have edited the scope of those desires. Nevertheless, her mostly absent parent gave her little in the form of life direction. When her mom would go on her three-month driving stints, Bodem and her younger brother would stay at their less-than-attentive aunt’s home in Richland.
With no discipline, Bodem dropped out of high school at 17 because, as she explains it, it just didn’t seem that important. So, she settled at her aunt’s house with no job, no schooling, and no desire for either. Bodem describes this time in her life as “nothing,” just doing nothing and no plans to change it. At 21, she had her daughter, and at 23, her son. Bodem ruled out living with either of her children’s fathers. “I didn’t want my children to grow up in that kind of environment,” she says. Her “nothing” life at her aunt’s lingered on for a few years until her aunt began clearly favoring one of her children. Bodem wouldn’t elaborate about what happened other than “some other stuff happened…just bad stuff.” She says she really had no choice but to move out. At this point, she had lost contact with her mother and brother. So, with no other place to turn, she sought out Dallas LIFE.
In case you haven’t heard, Park(ing) Day is happening this Friday from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. on Main Street District (between Field and Ervay), in Deep Ellum (between Good Latimer and Malcom X), and in the Arts District (between Pearl and Olive on Flora). Park(ing) Day was started in San Francisco in 2005. It’s now held throughout the world and in 183 cities. It’s basically a day where groups take over metered spots and turn those 9-by-18-foot spaces into parks (or whatever they dream up). This will be Dallas’ first year. (Actually, I’m wrong. Dallas’ first year was in 2008 and held in Oak Cliff.) Since it’s right down the street and right up our alley, D will be taking over a spot.
We’re teaming up with Dirt, Half Price Books, and JD’s Tree Service to transform a boring area of concrete into a reading room forest. We’ll be on Main Street, right in front of Dirt and across from Iron Cactus. Please bring your gently used books and magazines and swap them for something new (or, at least new to you). Also, bring your kids around 5:30 as we’ll have some storytellers. And be sure to check out the rest of the street. I’ve heard there will be everything from bands and a pumpkin patch to a seesaw and a nature trail.
Oh, and if you’re looking for parking, we’re not taking up all the spots, so there will still be a few available. Or ride your bike.
Hey, gang. Zac Crain here. You may remember me from such time-wasting joke posts as the one about the thing, and all the other ones. We have some fun here, but today, I’m here to talk about something serious. That’s right: a massive, winner-take-all, basketball tournament featuring locked-out NBA players inside the Death Star or Jerry World or whatever we’re calling it now.
That was Amy S.’s suggestion in the comments to the Jean-Jacques Taylor post, and I like it. Everyone wins, I think. Especially since today Steve Blow wrote about cursive. Not in cursive — although, actually, he did that, too — but about it. Guh. (That’s probably behind the paywall, but come on. Daniel, I’m sure, can accurately recreate it in the comments.)
I’d imagine these would work best on yard signs, but some of them could probably pull duty on bumper stickers, buttons, and so on. These are all free, by the way. I just want to be able to clear title a couple of cars at some point. Not like a Bentley or anything. Maybe a truck? I seem to move a lot. So, yeah, maybe a truck. Anyway, we can get to all that later.
I am hearing now that parade details will be announced tomorrow, and the actual parade (which Mark Cuban said he’d spring for) will happen late this week. Can I put a vote in for Friday? Because really, does anybody do anything resembling work on Friday after 10 a.m.?
No. They do not. They begin planning which patio and which beer they will drink. So let’s just agree that Friday at 10 a.m. would be a great time to have a parade, and then go to that parade, and then just go have beers. For the rest of the day.