A hippie and the Skipper at City Hall.Full Story
A hippie and the Skipper at City Hall.Full Story
I found myself yesterday in Klyde Warren Park around 6 o’clock with my daughter in tow. It was a lovely evening. Gorgeous weather. Yoga class twisting itself in knots on the lawn. Patio at Savor filled with folks. Dallas Symphony preparing to play on the stage. We were at the playground, where I was pushing my daughter on the merry-go-round. Another girl, looked to be about 10, walked up. I said, “Hop on!” She gave me a blank look. Her dad walked over and said with an accent, “We’re French. She doesn’t speak English.” We struck up a conversation.Full Story
Automated proofreader Grammarly recently held a contest seeking submissions of photos featuring the most egregious grammar mistakes on signs in the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Above you can see the winning entry, and right off the bat I have a complaint.
That sign is obviously filled with purposeful misspellings intended to attract customers’ attention and underline the folksiness of people selling the produce. I think it should have been disallowed rather than given the prize.
Below are the other top entries from North Texas.Full Story
A co-working FrontBurnervian passes along the above video of a cement truck, apparently unhappy about being cutoff in traffic on Interstate 35E in downtown Dallas. If you don’t understand what’s going on at first, stick with it.Full Story
A good time was had by all, I believe, at last night’s Best of Big D party at the Rustic. DJ Sober and Sam Lao were great. The drinks flowed freely. Much food went into many mouths. And so on and so forth. But I will tell you this: before the front moved through, it was a little steamy. The meteorological conditions occasioned my favorite moment of the night:Full Story
You might also consider this post an early plug for our 10 Most Eligible Men in Dallas contest, which will begin in the middle of next month. Sarah Hepola’s funny, thoughtful piece about her adventures in dating men she met online appeared in the February 2013 issue of D Magazine, and it is one of the 40 greatest stories we’ve ever published.
Spoiler Alert: Sarah hasn’t found her Mr. Right by the end of the article, so I asked her how things have been going in that realm since. She replied:Full Story
Job: Real estate. Maybe marketing.
Drives: A massive SUV her dad bought for her.
Wears: Kendra Scott jewelry, Tori Burch accessories, 7 For All Mankind or Citizens of Humanity jeans. A statement necklace if it’s a special occasion.
Listens to: 106.1 KISS FM.
Spends her summers: Being a bridesmaid. She has been a bridesmaid like 15 times.
Celebrity aspiration: Jessica Simpson.
Do you agree? If you don’t, you’re probably basic. Just kidding. Kind of. No, really. Maybe.Full Story
Noted local comic Dave Little put this up on Instagram yesterday. It’s a picture drawn by his son, laying out exactly what it is that Dave does during the day. You’ll note his son’s conclusion at the bottom. Our audience development department is conducting a study to determine market demand. Stay tuned.Full Story
A gang of intrepid adventurers set out for Washington D.C. this morning on a quest marked by humility, subtlety, and gravitas.Full Story
No, there was never a racist sex joke in Leading Off this morning. No, I wasn’t drunk. All the typos and so forth were intentional, meant to indicate that I was impaired. The first five comments were Mike Snyder’ed by yours truly to stir up curiosity. I’ll tell you that today’s prank taught me that April Fool’s in the age of social media isn’t what it used to be. Just too hard to control the flow of information. And I could be wrong about this, but people are less credulous. All the same, I got a few emails and texts that tell me some of you were suckered (as did my wife). And that does not make me sad.
Just for fun, have a look back at the prank we pulled in 2010, back before Facebook and Twitter ruined our lives. We launched A Magazine, the city magazine of Arlington. The comments to that post are plentiful and pleasing.Full Story
There are things many of us typically don’t discuss. Let’s call them unmentionables. Or perhaps a desire to be polite. Nudity at a spa? It comes with the territory. The fake factor of “reality” television? Why waste your breath? Bathroom business? Goodness gracious, no. Well, in the March issue of D Magazine, we break all of these rules, all for the sake of good stories.Full Story
Credit where it’s due: I learned about Dallitude via a blog post by the Dallas Observer‘s apple-cheeked editor, Joe Tone, and I’ve been enjoying the anonymous author’s GIF-filled take on Dallas since. It has some slightly objectionable language, if you’re a clutch-your-pearls type. I hope you’re not.Full Story
When reading John Bloom’s July 1987 story, “Misty Crest: On the Frontier of the New American Dream,” what struck me was how strange it was to have a neighborhood in southwest Arlington written up as a hot new development. A-Town seems like an aging former starlet past her prime, while everybody now goes gaga for her much-younger counterparts in Collin County.
Bloom pokes fun at the absurdity of navigating among subdivisions with “Glades” and “Glens,” “Villages” and “Creeks” in their names — regardless whether there are any actual glades or glens or villages or multiple creeks in the vicinity. At the time, one of the homes he ventured out to look at had an asking price of $96,850, about the median for Dallas-Fort Worth at the time. Twenty-seven years later, houses in the same neighborhood are going for somewhat more, but generally sticking pretty close to today’s median.
I asked Bloom what spurred him to write this piece, which we are honoring as one of the 40 greatest stories ever published in D Magazine. He responded:Full Story
Yesterday afternoon, the majority of the D Magazine editorial staff — Tim Rogers, Brad Pearson, Liz Johnstone, Michael “2 Chainz” Mooney, and myself — took a trip to the State Fair of Texas. During a stop to exchange coupons for beers, a young woman, judged by the group to be in the neighborhood of 14 years of age, came up to one member of our party, poked said staffer in the shoulder area, and said, “You’re cute,” before walking out of our lives again, forever. After much gentle ribbing, the staffer in question said, “You would literally be surprised at how often that happens.”
So — who was the author of that incredibly cocky statement?Full Story
By now you’ve met and read about the Dallas 40, members of this community who we believe represent some aspect of what the city has become and how it has transformed during the past four decades. These people represent the face of Dallas today.
But do you? Take this wholly certified, validated, and 100%-money-back-guaranteed quiz to find out.Full Story
Don’t know about you, but one of my regular stops every day is the blog for the Architect’s Newspaper. Yesterday they posted an item about how Mark Lamster is winning hearts and minds in Dallas. They wrote:
Since arriving in North Texas to take up the job of Dallas Morning News architecture critic, Mark Lamster has been under a trial by fire, suffering scrutiny and criticism for everything from his Yankee origin to his unsympathetic take on the city’s built environment. Well, local opinions seem to be warming a bit to the sharp-tongued scribe. In a recent piece in the Dallas Observer, Charles Schultz went so far as to praise how quickly Lamster has come to understand Big D’s development landscape and the insider track around its so-called zoning regulations. Schultz even showed a little contrition for a previous quip: “I apologize for calling him ‘Mark Lamster, New York Pinhead’ when he first showed up.”
Two things about that. 1) Guests who join us tonight at the Rustic for our Best of Big D party will get an early look at our August issue, in which we name Lamster the city’s best critic. So the editors at the Architect’s Newspaper are quite right. And 2) please, everyone, let us forevermore refer to the Observer’s bearded, laconic gadfly as Charles Schultz.Full Story
Look at this smug jerk. Who is typing this sentence and has had about enough of him? Me, that’s who. I’m sure you agree. So many reasons. Here are just a few.
1) He dresses like this every single day. Sunglasses, too. Even if he wasn’t wearing them, he refuses to look anyone in the eye.
2) He’s too good to actually read our blog. Pretty proud of it, really.
3) I can put it in no plainer terms: Tim Rogers of D Magazine hates our troops.
So, when is someone going to come along and put him in his place? I’m sorry I had to air our private business on the blog, but he forced my hand.Full Story
In recent months, we’ve devoted considerable time and energy to urban development and downtown Dallas. As I’ve mentioned before, the Interstate 345 debate has essentially turned into an inspiring and, at times, infuriating discussion about the future of our city. A conversation I’m thrilled to be a part of. But perhaps, in all of this, the suburbs have been feeling a touch neglected. This month, we’ve started making up for it.
For starters, when it came time to prepare for our “Best Suburbs” package, we as a staff ventured out of our downtown abode. Bradford Pearson hiked Cedar Hill’s trails, Tim Rogers received a memorable haircut in Rockwall, Zac Crain logged time in Plano, Peter Simek perused Waxahachie’s Webb Gallery, Liz Johnstone chatted up Carrollton’s mayor, and so on. I don’t know if any of these city dwellers would openly admit it, but I think we all enjoyed our suburban jaunts.Full Story
Zac recently pronounced Rudy Bush the Dallas Morning News’ best columnist; a seemingly embarrassed Bush dodged the praise and dubbed Gordon Keith the paper’s top dog. Well, maybe there’s a touch of Keith rubbing off on his colleague. Check out the extra dry wit in this video brief Bush filed about yesterday’s council “field trip” to the Kung Fu SaloonFull Story
Talking Points Memo points to the “ribald” humor former president George W. Bush displayed during a speech yesterday in Austin. The occasion was a summit marking the 50th anniversary of the Civil Rights Act, held at Lyndon Johnson’s presidential library.
“Former presidents compare their libraries the way other men may compare their, well…” Bush said.
Maybe he hadn’t heard about Colbert taking the Late Show gig, figured he still had time to get his name out there.Full Story
Not long ago I requested and received White House Years, Henry Kissinger’s 1,500-page account of his stint in the Nixon Administration, the Ford Administration being covered in a later and no doubt less edifying volume. I was so excited that I wanted to share a bit of my joy with my cellmate, Tom. Tom is a bank robber who has the words “Game Over” tattooed on his knuckles, which is to say by implication that at some point in his life he happened to glance at his knuckles, noticed that the words “Game Over” were not to be found on them, and said to himself, “I’d better get that rectified.” When I was first assigned to his cell, I noticed that he was in possession of something called The Anger Management Workbook, which is rather a cliche thing for one’s new cellmate to have lying around. I like to think that before he came upon this textual remedy, he spent a great deal of his time pummeling people to death while shouting, “Game Over!”
“Tom,” I asked him now, “Would you like me to read to you from Henry Kissinger’s memoirs in Henry Kissinger’s voice?”Full Story
Ever since I was a young boy growing up amid the hardscrabble streets of Highland Park, it has been my fondest dream to write a bi-monthly column for D Magazine’s website focusing on the literary life of North Texas jail inmates. Having now spent some 16 months incarcerated at three different federal detention facilities while awaiting trial on charges I’m not legally permitted to discuss, I am finally in a position to write such a thing.Full Story
Spoiler alert: He’s got glasses now.Full Story