Want To Fix The Farmers Market? Ditch The Cars.

This weekend I spent some time at the Dallas Farmers Market. I showed up Saturday around noon and milled about, checking out various vendors and wondering how the market will change if the proposed privatization effort is completed. As I wandered around tasting tomatoes, slices of cantaloupe and strawberries, I…

Know Thy Doorman: Would The Granada’s Tim and Gee Let Kanye In?

The doormen. They are Dallas’ gatekeepers, ticket takers, fight breaker-uppers and occasional crowd curators. Before you ever get past that velvet rope, or even show your ID, they are sizing up our city’s finest and not-so-finest. The Overserved wants to introduce you to the gents and ladies letting you in…

Poison or West Nile? Why Would Anybody ask a Newspaper Guy?

All right. A brief time-out? Before we all die of West Nile or shut down our endocrine systems with toxins, should we call in somebody who, unlike me or some editorial writer at the Morning News, actually knows something? An editorial in The Dallas Morning News today more or less…

Why Do Mexicans Rape So Much?

Dear Mexican: So often when we see Mexican bands perform in the U.S. and Mexico, the crowd at some point starts chanting “¡Cu-le-ro!” (“Ass-hole!”). Why does the crowd yell “Cu-le-ro” at a band that they seemingly adore? Need Más Earplugs Dear Pocho: “People yelling ‘Cu-le-ro’ doesn’t happen at every concert,”…

Devil In The Details

The Carnival Cruise Ship boat club barge that a rowing club wanted to build on White Rock Lake seems to have shrunk back into a modest, nicely designed facility that shouldn’t really bother anybody. More amazing, the rowing club people themselves seem to have shed their long forked tails, horns,…

House of Plates’ Endless Summer Puts a Ringer On It

See also: Photos from House of Plates’ Endless Summer In Texas, hibernation season has arrived. Our cold tombs of constantly running A/C evolve into sacred spaces during this third act of summer. We need a safe place to toss up the blackout curtains, draw the shades and hideout from the…

Run for It! The Authorities are Coming!

The Houston Mayor’s Office of Homeland Security and something called the regional Catastrophic Planning Initiative have produced a public service video called “Run, Hide, Fight,” advising people on what to do if somebody wants to shoot them. I personally wish to nominate this production for the 2012 “No Shit Sherlock…

Why do Americans Whine So Much?

Dear Mexican: I’m a Mexican-American high school student, and just as patriotic as the Joneses who live next to me. In my neighborhood, a gabacho got mad when someone hung a Mexican flag and ended up cutting it down. I think this whole idea of putting one’s flag up and…

Spraying to Stop West Nile – Is It Safe?

Not trying to be obnoxious. This is not I-told-you-so. But I did told you so. In a column published December 29, I did point out that North Texas was taking all kinds of wild chances with its water supply by refusing to adopt the type of strict safety measures in…

It’s the Culture, Stupid

Tale of two cities in the morning papers — well, two and a half, if you include Mitt Romney. The Reverend Gerald Britt has a mesmerizing op-ed piece in The Dallas Morning News today about the agony of Dixon Circle, the South Dallas neighborhood where a near-riot took place last…

KNON’s Don O. Knows The Dallas Blues

Don O. has been spinning blues records on KNON since 1983, literally about a month after they went on the air. See, he was a listener of the pre-KNON station at that frequency, KCHU, from ’75 until they were switched off in ’77. Heartbroken at the station’s demise and subsequent…

A Saturday Night Underground

There, next to the Rio Room dumpster, was one of club’s well-suited security men, manned with a velvet rope and a flashlight. The beautiful people were in Rio’s front room, but Saturday night another set of Dallas misfits were making their way down the stairs into that glow-in-the-dark basement. The…

The Rise of Dallas’ New Pioneers

I get window shocked every once in a while. I’m in the car going from some pillar to some post, staring straight ahead thinking about stupid City Hall or the stupid North Texas Tollway Authority or stupid Fair Park, and then for some reason I look out the side window,…