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Eat My Catfish, which has locations in Benton and Conway, held its grand opening Tuesday in a jazzy new spot at 10301 N. Rodney Parham Road.
Drinks of the roaring ’20s will be bottoms up as Preserve Arkansas hosts its second annual Preservation Libations Master Mix-Off starting at 6 p.m. Friday, July 22, in the Albert Pike Masonic Temple. Set in the auditorium of the grand 1924 structure, guests will imbibe and vote on competing bartenders’ twists on historic cocktails, all of them delightfully quirky and plenty stiff.
Like sailors? Like 'em liquored up? Boy, have we got a holiday for you. And Big Orange: Midtown is the place to be.
At historic Central High School, two former presidents and a former British prime minister /more/
Barely clinging to its flagging life, the death penalty got a merciful reprieve last month /more/
The Trustees are delighted that Dr. Joseph L. Jones has accepted our offer to serve as 14th President of Arkansas Baptist College. In addition to his impressive academic credentials is the teaching and administrative experience he has gained at four other HBCU institutions. Dr. Jones has become a serious student of higher education leadership through fellowships with both the American Council on Education and the United Negro College Fund. These opportunities, matched with his vision, energy and passion, will serve the institution well, as the College continues to realize both its historic and current mission under Dr. Jones’ capable leadership.ABC has faced major financial problems for years (including struggles in 2013 to make payroll and pay vendors).
Thomas A. Fuell, 21, of Prattsville has been charged with manslaughter and leaving the scene of an injury crash, the Arkansas State Police stated in a news release.
Fuell allegedly lost control of his vehicle in the early morning hours of Sunday, July 10, and struck a wagon being pulled by a woman. A two-year-old child was in the wagon and was later pronounced dead at Saline Memorial Hospital. Fuell allegedly fled the scene.
He was arrested this morning and transported to the Saline County Jail.
I had the good fortune to see Michelle Obama fairly early in her public life. On New Year’s Eve 2007, while in Iowa blogging for this publication in the lead-up to the 2008 caucuses, I trekked out to the little college town of Grinnell. Michelle Obama had an event at a retirement center a few blocks from the Grinnell College campus.
Obama had stayed home with their young girls for most of the campaign to that point, but she came to Iowa to help close the deal for her husband. About 150 folks — mostly residents of the center along with random Grinnell citizens and a few of us curious writers (I remember Maureen Dowd being there) — filled the community room. Thanks to C-SPAN, here’s actually a clip of it.
Aside from her height (even in flats she towered above the audience), several things stood out about Obama that day. We saw a speaker who was decidedly more restrained than her husband, more a conversationalist than a barn-burning stump speaker. Probably driven by her understandable nervousness as someone new to the national limelight, she smiled very little.
She did, however, draw more laughs than her husband (who has come to use his snarky humor well, but veered away from it at that stage of his career). Michelle’s humor then exhibited a real edge, with Barack as the regular butt of her jokes. While Barack Obama kept his references to race implicit at the time, Michelle Obama was much more explicit. In the New Years Eve talk, she attempted to sell Obama's racial background as a plus for her husband — that he "crosse[d] lines of race," that he brought with him the communitarian values of the African-American community where he organized, that his success would be emblematic of change, and that his election would send a message to the world that American has changed.
Finally, the theme of her talk was different than her husband’s constant mantra of “hope." Instead, Michelle Obama emphasized the necessity of a rebirth of empathy in America. “Our souls are broken,” Obama said, as a result of a culture in which our leaders had told us simply to worry about ourselves.
Her speech to the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia on Monday was undoubtedly the best ever delivered in such a setting by a political spouse. Obama simultaneously showed how much has changed in those 8-plus years, and how little has. She is now at total ease on a national stage — decidedly more so than in her first convention speech in 2008 (now known as the “Melania speech”) in which she showed nerves — with a smile that fills a convention hall. But the core of what she talks about and how she discusses it remains constant. While Barack Obama, beginning with the March 2008 speech about Reverend Jeremiah Wright, eventually came to talk more explicitly about race than he did in those early days, Michelle Obama still discusses the topic in a way that feels less analytical and more real than the president's approach. There was an emotion in her talking about her “daughters, two beautiful and intelligent black young women, playing with their dogs on the White House lawn” that would never be heard in the words of her more chill husband.
Obama's emphasis on empathy, and leaders’ responsibility for fostering empathy, was at the core of her endorsement of Hillary Clinton. "I want a President who will teach our children that everyone in this country matters," she said, "a President who truly believes in the vision that our founders put forth all those years ago: That we are all created equal, each a beloved part of the great American story. And when crisis hits, we don’t turn against each other -– no, we listen to each other. We lean on each other. Because we are always stronger together."
At the end of the day, the fact that so little has changed in what she obviously cares most about since she entered the national stage is at the heart of Michelle Obama's authenticity. And that authenticity is what made her such a potent surrogate for Hillary Clinton last evening.
Little Rock Film Society’s Kaleidoscope Film Festival scored another notable guest of honor this week: Miss Major Griffin-Gracy, a civil rights and trans activist who was at Stonewall the evening of the infamous raid, a survivor of the 1971 riots at Attica Prison, a chief organizer of medical care and funerals for Bay Area victims of the AIDS epidemic and longtime advocate for trans women of color, and for women of color who have been victims of police violence.
Arkansas Times Recommends is a series in which Times staff members (or whoever happens to be around at the time) highlight things we've been enjoying this week.
“After some discussions with local outlets and magazines, which he turned down because he wanted to write about food more than once a month, he decided to publish on Denver’s team website. Like everyone else who writes for the site, his job title is listed after his byline: ‘Brandon McManus, kicker.’ He read food blogs not to study the reviews, but to search for inspiration for a good name for his own blog. He ultimately settled on McManus’ Mile High Menu, and readers ate it up: He said that his first post, about Guard and Grace (try the Bangs Island mussels, the best he’s ever had), netted 40,000 page views in short order.”
It’s the kind of oddball story that’s been typical of The Ringer since its launch in June. Here are a few personal favorites from the site: the unimpeachable perfection of Mark Wahlberg, an oral history of Tim Duncan told by his clothes, and the search for a Republican celebrity.
To a Poor Old Woman
An Ibra Ake vision, directed and edited by Carlos Lopez Estrada: backwards saxophone, dirty dishes, Cello Godzilla and ennui.
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