For our October issue, I wrote an essay about my embarrassing addiction to Pokémon GO. It’s a great essay. My mom, who is a subscriber, told me it was “hysterical.” If you’re not a subscriber, you’ll have to take her word for it (and mine) till the story goes online (whenever that is). Anyway, one of the people I talked to for the story was a guy named David Schreiner. Schreiner works at the Arboretum as a digital content manager. He’s a Pokémon guy. Which is one of the reasons the Arboretum tonight, for the first time ever, is letting people come in to catch Pokémon after hours. There will be food trucks. There will be Magikarp. More details here.Read More
I didn’t look into it. I didn’t ask questions. All I knew was that the invite said “penthouse loft at The Joule,” and I was in. I had never been above the hotel’s lobby.
So when I walked into the 10th floor suite last night for a cocktail party hosted by Christen and Derek Wilson and Louis XIII to celebrate the movie 100 Years (directed by Robert Rodriguez and starring John Malkovich), I expected to see couches and a big screen. Instead, the room was outfitted with marble and mirrors, and a few dozen people holding champagne glasses. Bottles of Louis XIII Cognac glowed in display cases.
My wingwoman for the evening was Anastasia Munoz, a beautiful actress who is otherwise busy with the unglamorous-yet-noble task of transforming a 1929 Oak Cliff church into an arts space. We sipped bubbly as the PR firm sent one beautiful person after another to speak with us. A VP here, a Director of Branding there. I could hardly make out words through their thick Parisian accents.Read More
The Arlington baseballers officially claimed their second-straight division title last Saturday in Oakland (also the site of a painful three-game sweep that cost Texas the AL West in 2012). It’s been a crazy season for the Rangers, who have overachieved even more so than last year’s club overachieved. Give the credit to manager Jeff Banister (who could well win a second straight manager-of-the-year prize) or just to plain old clusterluck. Their postseason starts next Thursday. With three games left in the regular season, they’re a good bet to finish with the best record in the American League, giving them home-field advantage throughout the playoffs. They’d then face the Wild Card game winner in the first round, which at this point could be either Baltimore, Seattle, Detroit, or (every right-thinking person’s dream) the Toronto Blue Jays. We should all be rooting for this rematch:
All I got my wife for her birthday was a new tennis outfit. Apparently, I picked the wrong profession. Sheriff Lupe Valdez, whose 69th birthday is October 11, just got a Tesla from her (much younger) girlfriend, Lindsay Browning, a chiropractor who owns Urban Hippie Chiropractic in Oak Cliff. According to the Dallas Morning News, Lindsay made a timely surprise presentation of the gift, in the middle of Lupe’s interview with a DMN reporter. Here’s how it went down:
“Your birthday present came early.”
“What are you talking about? Are you serious? Oh my God, Lindsay.”
“It’s what you always wanted.”
“We’re going to be paying this off for the next three or four years.”
“The hippie business is pretty good.”
Good indeed. I hope the couple cruises into the Sheraton valet tomorrow night, in the red Tesla, for Black Tie. And I hope Lindsay wears a matching red dress. I don’t have tickets this year—instead I’ll be watching my wife play at the Texas Open at Kiest Tennis Center (aka The Big Gay Tennis Tournament). Hopefully she’ll like her new birthday outfit enough to wear it.Read More
Big Tex, Lazarus-like, is risen again. The fried food is different, but the same. The pigs’ race continues, with no end in sight. The cycle begins anew, and we return to where we started.
The State Fair of Texas is back, and we have all kinds of advice on what to see, eat, and listen to at Fair Park this weekend. And while it’s the biggest game in town right now, it’s not the only thing to do.Read More
Usually when someone gets kicked out of her bar, Kim Finch, the owner of Double Wide, can expect one bad review online the next day. But this time they were flooding Yelp and Facebook. Some said the Deep Ellum bar and music venue should be burned down or bulldozed. The phone was ringing off the hook, sometimes with out-of-state area codes. People demanded to know why Nazis were allowed in the bar.
“We did what we are supposed to do,” Finch says. “We want to keep our patrons safe. We kicked out a disturbance. That should have been the end of it.”
Double Wide has been embroiled in controversy for the last week, after two men who objected to another customer’s vest bearing images commonly associated with Nazism and white supremacists — most prominently, the “SS” insignia of the Nazi paramilitary force — were ejected from the bar. In several online posts, Antifa Dallas, the local chapter of an international organization opposed to fascism, accused the bar of harboring “neo-Nazi scum,” calling for a boycott and demanding the bar institute an “anti-Nazi dress code.” Some of the incident was recorded on a video that’s been widely shared on social media. (See it below.)Read More
It’s opening day for another edition of the State Fair of Texas. There will be a parade in downtown at noon, and someone booting from too many corny dogs and beer by, say, 2. It’s a grand tradition.
One thing I love about the Fair, that you may not know about, is #peopleandtheirprizes, a series of photos on Instagram by Amanda Pounds, aka @amandalbs. She’s been doing these for the past two years or so. It’s a great slice of life, not just from the Midway but in general, and most people look so happy in them, clutching their stuffed animals and often a loved one. Plus: it costs zero coupons, and you don’t have to leave the comfort of your phone.Read More
My canning obsession started simply enough, with a bumper crop of backyard peaches. I canned peaches in syrup, peach jam, peach barbecue sauce. A day trip to Blueberry Hill Farms in Edom resulted in a year’s worth of blueberry lime jelly. Then there was a brief but disastrous attempt at pickling before I returned to the friendlier fruits. Mango chutney with ginger and golden raisins. Rio Grande ruby red grapefruit marmalade.
My boiling-water canner started to seem downright primitive. I upgraded to a steam-pressure canner. The first time I used it, I stared apprehensively at the pressure gauge, convinced the whole thing was going to blow. When it didn’t, I bought a second. Mason jars filled my cupboards and then my laundry room. Mouth lids accumulated at the bottom of my dishwasher, and jar bands clattered around the utensil drawer.
When I mastered the art of boxed pectin-free jam, I figured the time had come to test my skills against the best at the State Fair of Texas. But I was hesitant to take on the fiercely competitive Jams and Jellies categories out of the gate. Instead, I went for broke with the lesser-populated Relishes, subset Chili Sauce. I filled out my application and sent in the $2 fee. At the El Rio Grande Supermercado on Jefferson, I bought a dozen giant green mangoes, soft like butter to the touch, with just a sunset hint of red on the bottom. I picked out the brightest orange habaneros, a bag of carrots, and a cone of piloncillo.
There’s nothing quite like a gas range covered with steaming canners—in August, in Dallas—filled with bubbling jars of vinegar and peppers. I meticulously tapped out air bubbles, wiped the glass threads clean, and tightened hot bands with rubber gloves. Out of the dozens of half-pint jars, I picked out the best two and hand-delivered them to a table of steely-eyed, white-haired veteran competitors armed with a label gun in Fair Park’s Creative Arts Building. Then I waited.Read More
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