Sometimes, after we've called in sick with a strange "stomach virus," we spend the day testing Bloody Mary recipes and watching cooking shows. According to television, chefs spend their days sipping wine with Andrea Immer on some ocean-side deck, fishing for rainbow trout in a roaring mountain stream, roaming Tuscan...
At first glance, Clay Aiken seems innocuous enough. Thin and boyish, the American Idol crooner looks like a cross between Thom Yorke and Opie Taylor. A native of North Carolina, he's all Southern charm, forever donning a goofy grin like an infant who just passed gas. Aiken's flaws are part...
Think of Little Katana as the Dallas version of a city hot-dog cart. You've seen them in some urban locales: steam tables on wheels with potato chip sacks clipped to a riser; beverage bottles displayed in a row just above the bin where franks and sausages swelter in caged clouds...
The Wrong Stuff Final verdict: When I read Robert Wilonsky's article "The Right's Stuff" (September 9), I came to one conclusion about both liberal and conservative extremists: They're all fucking morons. Pablo Ampuero Dallas Sins of the lefties: You wrote a fantastic article on the Protest Warriors. It's obvious that...
Giggles Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me; fool me three times and I let loose a booming guffaw with great decadent pleasure. In what appears to be a string of exhibits based on simulacrum and fakery, this show is part of Angstrom Gallery's ongoing...
The Fiery Furnaces made their debut in 2003 with the mesmerizing Gallowsbird's Bark, which promptly slipped through the cracks before regaining steam earlier this year. Lead singer Eleanor Friedberger's nonsensical prattle sizzled atop eruptions of chortling twin guitars, epileptic piano and pumping synth. But on Blueberry Boat, Friedberger and her...
In Victorian England, 40,000 novels were published every year. Of the few that have endured, perhaps none is more worthy of a film adaptation than Vanity Fair, if for no other reason than this: It's a chore to read. Clocking in at 850 pages, with frequent excursions into unrelated subjects...
Oh, Janis. Oh, gorgeous, outrageous, soul-ripping, rockin' bluesy momma Janis Joplin. She's a volcano. She's a tsunami. She's a fearless, reckless, raging American beauty. Watch her tear open her chest to reveal her hot, pulsing wounds. Watch her rage with burning, glorious light. Watch her smile that sweet Janis smile...
No matter how many times he tries, Drew Murray can't finish a meal. Five or six bites in, the nausea will overwhelm him, and he'll drop his fork and wait for the sickness to rise up. But it never does. It stays where it is, this dull pain rotting out...
As a reviewer, it can be very tempting to want in on the ground floor of a phenomenon, to say you were there first when some low-budget feature with a nifty premise made its festival debut, only to be picked up by a big studio and become a national phenomenon...
Cast: Photographs by Jin-Ya Huang In her photographs, Jin-Ya Huang turns fuzziness and blur into a visual vocabulary of the indecipherable. The illegibility of her images is by no means frustrating. The combined result of the artist's secret prop choices and photo-digital process, these images will keep you guessing while...
Calvin Carter was a success story, no doubt about it. He'd started his Web development company in his room in the early '90s at Southern Methodist University and grown it to 55 employees. The quiet kid from Florida who liked solitary pursuits (he missed the ocean, deep-sea fishing, sand) had...
The two summer shows at the Meadows Museum, The Triumph of French Painting and 20th Century Texas and Spanish Prints, provide the perfect excuse to visit the question: What gives on the Hilltop? When last we visited the Meadows' edifice on Bishop Avenue, things were looking kind of grim. For...
Off Target Sentence suppressor: There is something fishy about Mr. Terry Anderson ("The Shootist," by Glenna Whitley, August 19) receiving only a 36-month sentence for possessing numerous automatic weapons and suppressors, some without serial numbers and none registered. This sentence is so far below the provisions of federal firearms law...
Thursday, September 9 Thanks to his trademark beatnik goatee, Pat Dinizio always looked like the girls prep school literature professor from those 1950s pulp films. Indeed, he is a poet, but not a midcentury one. His skills were proven by his songwriting, which turned out hits such as 1986's "Blood...
While Lakewood father David Cunniff struggled to recuperate from a devastating attack that may leave him paralyzed, skinhead Jesse Chaddock holed up in a Long Beach apartment complex and hid from police. Last Thursday's Dallas Morning News featured a blink-and-miss-it item on Chaddock's arrest in California, including the information that...
It's been a while since Buzz checked in with Belo. Maybe that's because the new, well-received managing editor at the The Dallas Morning News, George Rodrigue, has so far impressed newsroom naysayers. (Note to them: You know Buzz appears every week, don't you?) Finally, though, word comes of recent unrest...
Paper Trail Plano woman gets drawn into the Bush memo flap Linda James complains her house is completely overtaken by her business. "I've had to knock out walls to make room," she says. James has been a forensic document examiner for the past 13 years. Her house bulges with stacks...
The future is almost here. At least, it is according to screenwriter Frank Cottrell Boyce (Pandaemonium) and director Michael Winterbottom (24 Hour Party People), two cinematic visionaries whose combined vision in Code 46 sparks tremendous intrigue--and unrest. At once a weirdly familiar sci-fi trip, a bleak romance, a treatise on...
The pretty lady hobbled onto the plane. Her thin frame was wrapped in a worn black coat; she had one foot in a medical boot. She stuffed the coat in an overhead bin, revealing purple pants and a fuchsia sweater too thin for winter and climbed over Michelle into the...
In a move that surely shocked about seven Dallas music fans, cover band The Upside Downers changed their name to The Shapes. The new moniker debuted at Bar of Soap on Saturday, and when I asked members of the packed crowd what the big deal was, they told me the...
Jack Farr smiles as he asks the question: "So, you ever been around a road course before?" Before I have a chance to make sure my seat belt is buckled or amend my "no" with "but that's probably because I tend to get a little car sick," Farr is power-sliding...
