Jason Roberts of Bike Friendly Oak Cliff (and just about everything else) just posted news of the grant, from Bikes Belong, on BFOC’s Facebook page. And this video below, if you’re not sure what a ciclovia is.
Today kicks off the NCAA men’s college basketball tournament, and it is — traditionally — a day when office workers take really, really long lunches so as to cram in as much men’s college basketball tournament fun as possible (read: drink). So, anyway. A list. Because people love two things: AMERICA. And lists.
1. Hire Michael Irvin as player-coach. He’ll bring that stab-a-backup-lineman-with-scissors-over-a-petty-disagreement-over-haircuts-during-training-camp intensity that the Cowboys have been missing. Also, he really won’t have to play much, except when they need him to catch a pass on an elaborate game-winning trick play that never actually works outside of movies, but will here, and will, sadly, result in a massive knee/sternum injury that is totally worth it because WINNERS LEAVE IT ALL ON THE FIELD.
2. Hire Michael Irvin’s cousin to plant about six keys of coke in all of Jerry Jones’ cars, boats, planes, homes, apartments, motorcycles, and so on. Hire Irvin’s other cousin to drop dime on JJ until the cops finally arrest him and NFL commissioner Roger Goodell forces Jones to sell the team.
3. Put a no-hats-that-make-you-look-like-a-shiny-shirt-jackass clause in Tony Romo’s contract, or just a “no hats” clause.
4. Go have a nice, tall glass of bourbon — and make it the good stuff, treat yourself! — because you basically just fixed most of the problems surrounding the team. And also because WINNERS LEAVE IT ALL ON THE FIELD AND ALSO LIKE TO DRINK BROWN LIQUOR ON OCCASION, EVEN DURING WORK HOURS, SOMETIMES, NOT TOO OFTEN — IT’S COOL, SERIOUSLY, GET OFF MY BACK.
5. Select nothing but linemen, offense and defense, in the early rounds of the next three or four drafts. (Sports point!) Make sure none of them have barbed wire tattoos around their biceps. Those guys are all show, no go.
I should mention before I get going that I am not a huge fan of driving, mostly because I am not a huge fan of other drivers. Am I a great driver? By no means. I’ve gotten progressively worse, in fact. But! That doesn’t mean I can’t do this.
And I am meeting with very important media people. I love you, FB Nation.
I like to smoke cigarettes. I’ve tried to quit, and I will try to quit again. But, for now, this is where we are. Unfortunately, it’s summer and not the 1960s, so I have to cross the river Styx to do what I enjoy. Through trial and error and lots of practice, I’ve found some acceptable workarounds. Herewith, then, the four best places around the D Magazine building to enjoy the sweet, life-sapping caress of cigarettes. Yes. This is actually occurring.
I spent this morning at the municipal courthouse on Main and Harwood as part of a jury pool. Question: has anyone been called for jury duty as much as I have? This was my fourth such summons in, I want to say, six years. Maybe less. The first time, I served — prosecutor and defense attorney stipulate the defendant is crazy, we listen to brief testimony, hang out in the jury room for a minute, say she’s crazy, brushkadoo. The other three times, including today, I got bounced after doing nothing more than draining my phone’s battery. I’ve learned some lessons. Not always lessons I follow, but lessons nonetheless. Jump?
Wherein I, Zac Crain, Go to an Extremely Crowded NorthPark Center
On Saturday afternoon, my son and I ventured forth to NorthPark to take in Step Up 3D. He loves dance movies (as do I) and really loves 3D movies (as do — actually, I’m not a big fan). Plus, it was roughly the same temperature as lava outside, and I would have gone to see Steve Blow do a stand-up comedy set — of all-new material! — if it meant avoiding playing soccer outside with my kid. So it was the perfect storm. It could have gone better.
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