Listen, I don’t want to attack Max Wells too hard for his TV attack on Tom Leppert or his latest mailer, the front of which you see above. This is politics, not NBA playoff basketball. I understand that in the final days of a mayoral campaign, you’re going to distort…
This mailer, from Ed Oakley, has been making the rounds during the last couple of days; Mike Davis sent us his copy, but other politicos we’ve talked to the last couple of days have also been wondering what Oakley’s trying to say with this piece o’ campaign literature sent solely…
You see this story in The Dallas Morning News yesterday, about the fact Dunkin’ Donuts plans on opening up to 125 locations in the area as soon as it can get off its jelly-filled ass? Well, like, that’s all well and good; dunno if they’re going after the Starbucks crowd,…
Erykah Badu’s new joint, the Cannabinoids, brought down the joint at the House of Blues last night. Anyone got a joint? No, seriously. We need a joint. Now. Conventional critical wisdom often insists that when it comes to music, the words “quality” and “popular” are mutually exclusive. But in one…
Look, I could waste valuable virtual space detailing how one of the poor Rangers’ building blocks — Nelson Cruz — has exactly zero homers in 70 at-bats this season. Or I could bore you with fish tales about Tony Romo playing golf. But, I know, what you really want is…
Yeah, yeah — the Wilson bros. were in town Monday pimping their pic two-plus years after it made its bow in Austin at South by Southwest only to wind up on a shelf till now. And Owen brought Kate Hudson with him; like, wow, really? The star of How to…
…despite our (and your) best efforts. But here’s the flyer, which some of you received last week and which I got at the house just yesterday. And speaking of mayoral-election mailers, we have a few forthcoming that are utterly fascinating, including one Ed Oakley mailed solely to southern Dallas voters…
J.C. Conklin, trying to put the “arch” in arched back During our neverending search to do everything but put out an issue of this newspaper thing that apparently goes along with our blog, Unfair Park scours YouTube for the very latest in Dallas-oriented viral videos. And what we found this…
Tre Wilcox doesn’t need a stinkin’ reality show to prove he’s a top chef. At last, a reason to spend the summer blogging Bravo’s Top Chef. Granted, it ain’t no Project Runway, but it sure beats all hell out of Top Design or that haircuttin’ show with one of Charlie’s…
Wait, didn’t Time already name SMU prof Susanne Johnson as person of the year? Hey, it’s time to take whatever flipped-up-collar Polo-shirt snot-ball stereotypes you may still have about SMU students and toss them in the trash .. or at least store them in the closet for an emergency. The…
We’re not quite sure how this pic of Luke Wilson and Dallas attorney Steve Stodghill and wife Anne — taken at last night’s premiere of The Wendell Baker Story at the Inwood Theatre — wound up in our inbox. But it’s dopey enough to merit a posting — and it…
If Dallas couldn’t beat Golden State, maybe this guy from The Colony can. So, the Mavericks lost to a hot team, right? A Golden State Warriors squad magically turning playoff pressure into playground fun, right? A bunch of loosey goosey athletes primed — no, make that destined — to author…
Tonight you can go ask Ed Oakley about the 2,000 apartments he wants to tear down — to stop the crime, of course. A note to all our Friends concerned about the future of Deep Ellum (and the rest of Dallas, for that matter): You should attend tonight’s Dallas Mayoral…
By now you oughta know the House of Blues opens tonight in the former White Swan Building in Victory Park, and by now you should know that Erykah Badu’s going to be the first artist to take the stage in what will be Dallas’ best-looking live-music venue, if not its…
Waco economist Ray Perryman We love Tom Korosec around here; he produced some mighty fine stories for the paper version of Unfair Park during his tenure here. But Tom’s now at the Houston Chronicle, where today he has a story about the “lackluster race for mayor” here, and while we…
Well, now we know why Kate Hudson was cheering her head off for the Golden State Warriors Thursday night in Oakland: The Almost Famous actress is old friends with Baron Davis. “You just always knew that he was going to do something special,” actress Kate Hudson said in the Warriors…
On Saturday, the missus and I got the weirdest thing in the mail: a folded white sheet of paper sent first class, with the return address of what turns out to be a Mail Boxes Etc. in Casa Linda Plaza. It said it had come from something called “New Voices,”…
Well, we were going to link to Max Wells’ latest TV spot, in which some hired gun sits on his front-porch rocking chair while taking shots at Tom Leppert’s love for Hawaii and that $6.6 mil check Turner Construction had to write to the government. Only, the ad, which was…
That’s what an old rock-and-roll memorabilia-selling Friend of Unfair Park alleges over at his blog: I gathered signatures yesterday at one of the early voting poll locations. You should know that the opposition has hired “blockers” — many of whom were brought in from outside the Dallas area and/or state…
As our two previous items concerning furloughed American Airlines flight attendants are still receiving plenty of comments, we thought it only fair to mention AA today announced it is sending recall notices to 200 flight attendants “to address projected attrition through the balance of the year,” says this press release…
On their Web site, brothers Braden and Craig Power — the namesakes of 13-year-old Power Properties on Gaston Avenue — have posted a number of complimentary newspaper stories written about their efforts to restore old Dallas homes and apartment complexes, including, perhaps most famously, their work rehabbing the formerly rundown…
Cowboys, out in the first round. Stars, out in the first round. Mavs, out in the first round. Rangers, out in the first month. As one of the longest summers in local sports history commences, I can think of nothing more therapeutic than going to the driving range and pounding…
