Archive | May, 2008

The Future of Cinema?

21 May

So this week Dallas’ Inwood Theater installed its new Living Room™ Auditorium to its downstairs theater — transforming it from the antiquated form it has been languishing in for quite some time in exchange for a luscious setup akin to a living room. Bravo! While the sanitary repercussions have yet to bear out, I’m sure that you will agree that this is a welcome addition to this beloved Dallas theater. Oh yeah, and I almost forgot to mention the bar, right there in the auditorium. Sweet. Now if they can only find a way to get plumbing routed to those love seats … More pictures after the jump. [via Unfair Park.]

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The Great Poohdini

18 May

With the NBA Draft just around the corner, I think it’s time that we take some time to acclimate ourselves with some guys that will almost definitely make an impact in the league. Specifically, I’m referring to the exceptional point guard from Memphis, Derrick Rose, who went mostly under the national radar due to his playing for Conference USA team Memphis. A great tidbit that I read several times throughout his freshman season was that Rose was called “Winnie the Pooh” by his grandmother when he was a kid. She said it was because he was chubby and yellow. Derrick capitalized on this someone crass reference to his skin tone, which he parlayed into the magical ballhandling persona called “Poohdini.” I was nearly sure that it was an instance of Wikipedia graffiti when I read that he had a tattoo of a wizard wielding a basketball on his shoulder, accompanied by a script application of the moniker. Research proved to be difficult, especially before the tournament, but exceptional examples prove that this is indeed true. Something about this kid’s game tells me that this will one day be common knowledge.

Funny Warning Signs

12 May

These were on the bag that my new keyboard at work.  Pretty humorous, if you ask me.

Found Love Lost: The Rap of Agony

12 May

This letter remains one of my all-time favorite instances of the song of unrequited love. There’s some real classic stuff here. It was found at a toy store in an extremely affluent section of Dallas called Highland Park, either discarded by the target of the affection, abandoned by the hopeless suitor, or just lost. I really love to think about how old the kid was who wrote it and how he sounded when he spit the lyrics of this rap/song/poem. Solid gold.

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