Sunday, June 6, 2010

Take A Tour Of Cowboys Stadium!

When opening day came for the Cowboys' new stadium I was there. I didn't pay to get in, but I did wander around to capture it from the outside. So when I got the chance to wander around inside I took my camera and invaded the premises forthwith.

A couple of notes: do not take the self-guided tour. The VIP tour is ten bucks extra but it's five times what you get on the cheapo tour which is still $17.50. Or, you can do like I did, pay for the self-guided tour then mingle in with the VIP folks. So I actually took two tours by the time I was done. But if you want any real access to the place, you have to go the VIP route.

First, here's a few shots of the outside from a previous trek I made:

Stadium 2

Stadium 1

Stadium Buttress

Stadium Buttress 2

To start the tour, head into the Pro Shop where after you buy your ticket they let you up a magical set of stairs and into 1.2 billion dollars of concrete wonderland. From the stair level you walk over to get your first views of the field:

Field1

Look up from the field and you see the much talked about video screen, basically a small ocean liner as a Hi Def TV.

Field Screen

The weight of the screen is 1.2 million pounds. Might hurt if it fell on you. Operators work inside it during the game but are not able to leave. They gain access by climbing up a ladder that is lowered from within. Someone asked if there are bathroom facilities inside. The answer was no. [Insert own joke here]

Screen1

Once on the field you can see the famous star. There is a crown to the field that I tried to capture as it slopes from mid-field to the sidelines. It was very steep in old Texas Stadium but not so pronounced here.

Star2

Field Stripes

Fifty

Hash Marks

This is a field level suite, considered the most primo suites in the house. Now, you might think they are a rip-off what with the players, coaches and media on the playing surface blocking your view. But the first two rows of seats you see up above are reserved for the suite holders. They also get some inside parking spots to boot!

Field Level Suite

This is from me standing almost underneath the video screen, thinking about how much it weighs.

Screen Underneath

Moving back to the level from where we descended, we find a giant club room which can be rented out for an undisclosed price. If you will notice, you observe a theme of football shapes throughout here and elsewhere in the building. Jerry's wife did the interior design work.

Club Room

Club Room View

From there we went up to the highest level suites.

Suite Seats

Suite View 3

Suite

You also have a good view of the infamous party pass levels. These are SRO areas for the price of a $29.95 Party Pass. They overflowed on opening day, tempers flared, people were arrested - not pretty. The Cowboys have since agreed to limit the number sold but it's still something like ten to fifteen thousand.

Party Pass Levels 2
(Note the Dr. Pepper level, we'll be there soon)


This is what you see of the field from a Party Pass level 13 paces from the edge.

Party Pass Level 2

We also passed by some massive ductwork. The Stadium was closed that day and it was very pleasant. The place can be cooled down the same as any house can. Average electric bill? $500,000 per month.

AC Duct

Here we are on the Dr. Pepper level party area. Long way to fall from here.

Dr Pepper Level 4

Buttress 3

Dr Pepper Level View 3

But you can get some munchies up here - for a price! The city of Arlington agreed to chip in $350,000,000 towards the building of the stadium which was half of the projected cost. But they very wisely stated that Jerry had to pay any overages beyond that, which came to total more than $500,000,000. Maybe that's why there's over 800 concession stands.

Prices

Now, you see all them there cup holders?? Those are removed to create extra capacity. The seats are anchored to a lateral pole and without the cup holders present they can be squeezed together to allow for another 20,000 places. All I can say is you better like the person sitting next to you and hope they're wearing deodorant.

Cup holders

I got a shot of the roof before leaving the upper levels. It opens and closes relatively quickly but each side must remain equal distance from the middle during the process or it would warp the sucker.

Roof

Next we go all the way back down to field level to the Miller Lite Club. And why is it so special?

Miller Lite Club

Because it's through here the players enter the field, allowing fans to get an up close and personal view. Shamelessly commercial but an awesome idea!

Miller Lite Club Player Entrance
From out of here...

Miller Lite Club Field Entrance
...and onto the field

But where did the players come from? Time to visit the inner sanctum of the locker room!

Locker Room Sign2

Locker Room Media Sign

As expected, most of the room is lined with lockers such as these:

Locker Room Lockers

You can try the stuff on if you want and have someone take your picture in it.

Locker Room Romo

Locker Room TVs

A look inside the facilities.

Locker Room Facilities 2

To get back to the field you go through concrete tunnels wide enough to allow the players' Hummers to get through.

Hallway

And once back out on the field, we remember what it's all about:

Ring Roger

Yes, we are in the Bible belt in Texas but we are of two religions here. So if someone asks you how many people have walked on water in the history of mankind, you better answer two: Jesus and Roger the Dodger. Hallelujah!


Click here for a more in-depth walkthrough. Just too many details and places to list here. Ya'll come back, now!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Goupil: An Assassin In Love

[Recap: After a furious forty eight hours, Goupil has fled America and retreated to a roadside cafe in the German hinterlands on his way to Russia. His mind racing as his car had down the legendary Autobahn freeway, he stopped at last to take stock of his situation, his life, and himself. He feared going forward into the "Russian black hole" but his options had dwindled with each bad decision of his life.

But he loved European cafes with their sense of instant community for any wandering soul (well, not so much for tourists). And at this point Goupil was desperate to connect to anything. If only he could stay in that cafe forever as he flashed back to the genesis of his path...]



All music starts with the heart:

"Love is real. Heaven does exist. If I become one with her, my body could die and yet I would live forever..."

Goupil thought of nothing but Diana. He dreamt of conversations with her, of long walks in the warm evenings, of exploring her every inch in innocent wonder and devouring passion. She completed him, an answer he never knew he sought. This touch of tenderness, this delicate flower of light graced his life and brought sweet nectar to his long starved lips. As the longstanding miasmic mist evaporated from his eyes, Goupil gazed wide-eyed at the harmonies of the world he'd been missing. Where had his head been all this time?

"So strange this string of events...I thought God was avenging my deadly deeds, but could it be...is the universe conspiring to save me?"

Though he admitted it to no one, the nightmare arrest brought a curious relief to Goupil, ending a way of life he secretly - even to himself - tired of and loathed. How else could it have ended? If one plays a game, one should expect to lose sooner or later. C'est la vie! But the "sex offender" label irked him to no end and his judge, jury and therapist condemned him to life in the lower depths with their closed-minded contempt. But were these not the same events that led him to Diana, that freed him to find his one true love? His one moment of human failing caused the chain reaction that led to her doorstep. "Thank God for getting caught" - words Goupil thought he'd never utter.

"But could she possibly feel the same way as me? That is too much to ask. She has not lived a bent life such as I."

Like many unfound souls, Goupil kept his life compartmentalized, headed on a collision course with revelatory reality. Asleep in the night, one compartment spilled into another with no regard for any concern of Goupil's, his image dissolving in an irreversible mess. Diana's love pressured him with a new desire to become whole. The life of "glorious nothingness", once his most trusted friend, showed itself as the true enemy it was. But this new direction towards intimacy was one for which he not prepared - Goupil was losing self-control and turning into the kind of sucker he'd so long despised.

Today is the day. Goupil knocked on the well-inlaid door holding his dreams. So many barriers between him and her! He imagined the moment once more - the moment of telling her true. He was walking on the clouds - but who would believe such a thing is possible!

"I have something I want to tell you."

The spirit affair had progressed to the point of dubious trust, each wanting to know the other as a matter of life and death. She did not speak, giving him the space for courage he seemed to be needing.

"I love you."

Diana instantly covered her irrepressible smile with her hands to hide her reaction. But she knew one thing Goupil did not: her fidelity was not just to her husband but also to her weaknesses. What were her feelings for him but a threat to her life? Her pride, her vanity, her need for approval separated her from her dreams.

"But you don't know me."

"I know what's important!"

"But you don't need me."

Goupil stood back, stunned. How could she say such a thing? Is she merely wishing to deny me and my feelings? I must not show her how I feel! Goupil lost his conviction, doubting the wisdom of his attempted confession. He stammered and staggered his way out the door, sure he'd made a fool of himself, a coward revealed.



During the infamous lost-in-time drive back, Goupil's world cratered in on itself, his garden of life dying before his very eyes. "No! This is not happening!" he wailed even as he knew it to be true. The petals of tenderness fell forever through his fingertips and his lifeless body was heaped upon the world's pile of dead lovers that waits only for time to end.

Separated forever...must cut all ties to survive...and i have what to offer...just nothing...but our love was true...i could never explain my past life anyway...or my sex conviction...she who needs so much approval...yes i was right to run away...but i must give something to her!...she is everything...i'm only good at one thing...she did not marry love but her love of selfishness...her banker husband, mr. bonus man, feeds the greed...but i shall free her...my parting gift...for this she will thank me

***

CHARLOTTE (AP) Joel Hanssen, a 43 year old banking executive was killed execution style just yards from his office building today. Onlookers say the gunman appeared out of nowhere, surprising the victim and firing two quick shots to the head with a handgun. The shooter focused only on Mr. Hanssen and fled the scene immediately afterwards. Police are attempting to draw a composite picture but accounts are conflicting as to the shooter's appearance. Anyone with any information should contact the Charlotte police department.

Department spokesman Lyle Linkler refused to speculate on a motive at this time but some wondered if this was a vigilante killing and a backlash against the banking industry.

***

Goupil looked up from his early morning coffee as a tall, loud Romanian walked into the cafe with an Othello board, challenging all customers. Jesus, the people who wander in in the middle of the night! But was this strange man's entry real or just more of Goupil's imagining of the surreal movie his life had become, where assassins fall in love and dream they are loved back. And perhaps this fleeing to dreaded Russia was some sort of unconscious self punishment. Goupil looked at the fingers of his hand and wondered of the spirit that made them move...

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Click to playTouch me and my troubles all fade



Styx Lady.mp3
Found at bee mp3 search engine

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Formula 1 Is Coming To...Texas??

Yeehaaaaaaaaaw! The International Traveling Circus is headed back to the Lone Star State only this time it's gonna stay. Last week news came out of a purpose built Formula 1 track to be constructed near Austin.

Formula One World Championship Limited and Formula One Administration Limited (together, the F1 Commercial Rights Holder) and Full Throttle Productions, LP, promoter of the Formula 1 United States Grand Prix™, announce that a historic agreement has been reached for Austin, Texas to serve as the host city of the Formula 1 United States Grand Prix™ for years 2012 through 2021.

The legendary Juan Manuel Fangio in a Maserati


My car fetish started with a thunderbolt when I first saw a Maserati Merak in a liquor ad. I'd never seen anything like it and it was a dream to my young boy's eyes. I've been lusting ever since. I bought Maserati books, joined their club and immersed myself in the history of the Maserati brothers as they competed during the blossoming days of Formula 1 after WWII. Their peak was winning the world championship in 1957 with Juan Manuel Fangio, the Babe Ruth of F1, as their driver. His monstrous comeback win at the Nurburgring a feat revered to this day.

In the car crazed Sixties F1 took off as well as other forms of motor racing. Engines moved from the front of the cars to the middle for better weight distribution. Aerodynamics gained attention as the bodies became sleeker in their design. George Harrison was a huge follower of the sport and that tradition continues to this day with its rock and roll following. (Jagger and Clapton could both be seen in pit lane at Monaco this year). The Sixties were also a time when racing became corporatized on all levels, only many pulled out as the car craze ended.

1966 Ferrari F1 Racer


The Seventies sucked for cars and for racing in general although the dedicated fans picked up previously were as feverish as ever in their support. This decade also saw the introduction of wings to create downforce. In fact, if the undercarriage was configured just right, the car would literally be sucked to the ground and the cornering forces were unbelievable. Problem was the downforce effects were too good and the minute the car exceeded its grip it lost all grip and went flying off the track. Aerodynamics still plays a huge role in car design but it is regulated for safety reasons.

Red Bull Racing currently has the best car in F1


I faithfully read every account of every Formula 1 race each month in Road & Track when growing up. Later on I kept up through watching races on TV but my interest soured after the 1994 death of the brilliant Ayrton Senna, my favorite driver. That interest remained dormant until last year when I ran into an F1 fanatic who sparked my fever all over again. And now I'm one giggly bitch at the thought of a race right here in my own backyard!

Bernie Ecclestone, President and CEO of the Formula One Group stated: “For the first time in the history of Formula One in the United States, a world-class facility will be purpose-built to host the event. It was thirty years ago that the Formula 1 United States Grand Prix™ was last held on a purpose-built permanent road course circuit in Watkins Glen, NY (1961-1980), which enjoyed great success. Since then, Formula One has been hosted by Long Beach, Las Vegas, Detroit, Dallas and Phoenix all on temporary street circuits. Indianapolis joined the ranks of host cities in 2000 when they added a road course inside the famed oval. Lewis Hamilton won the last Formula 1 United States Grand Prix™ in 2007, signaling the end to eight years at Indianapolis Motor Speedway. This however, will be the first time a facility is constructed from the ground up specifically for Formula One in the US.”

Formula 1 is big business now. In many countries its annual visit is their de facto Super Bowl. Budgets for the teams run into the hundreds of millions - per year. F1 cars have the same horsepower as NASCAR but with half the body weight and half the engine displacement. For me, there is no substitute for open wheeled racing. For a taste of the sport in its heyday, check out Grand Prix with James Garner and you will be dazzled at the open wheel shots as the cars race furiously down the track. F1 has fizzled out in America before but this has a different buzz to it and I got a good feeling this is going to be something special.


One lap around Spa, everything a road course should be: fast, sweeping and undulating

The Saddest Note Ever Written

This note was passed to me from the adjoining cell, penciled in a deliberate fashion as if by someone standing before a strong wind and knowing the time was coming when he could hold out no more.


"Please help me to commit suicide. I'm never going to see my family again. After twenty hellish years, I see faces in my mind that no longer exist. Has my wife taken with another man? Does she spread her legs for him, forgetting me and finding comfort in another's desire? My children are grown now but did my absence twist their lives? Are they still seeking a father who never was?

"I have no more defense against the haunting questions of the night. Like lead weights tied to my feet they pull me under the water, drowning me in despair. My body is rotting from within, scabs forming on my skin for me to pick at in all my lost moments. I grow uglier by the day. In that sense, I'm glad my family cannot see me. I am an ugly truth no one must see.


"They have re-purposed my life to make little rocks of big ones. I am nothing and nowhere. What I should have been I will not be. Just more and more of this living death as bile creeps up from my belly in self-revulsion. Whether it serves justice or not, this is my fate and I send out my prayers to the grim reaper for escape. I have no other appeals - and what appeal can a soul have when starved of true love?

"My lying brought me here and I used my lies to stay afloat. Lies of hope, lies of escape. But feeding myself those lies only cemented my life in this cell of cement. Shaking the bars merely shattered the bones to stiffen my hands. Never will I know what their true purpose should have been. A poet or plumber, a preacher or porter - who am I? Nothing but a creature twisting in the night begging for relief from demonic interrogations that never end.


"I am faceless here. Am I not a mute when no ear chooses to hear my voice? To whom do I scream as claws of terror rip me in two? I wish the world to die but it's happening too slow. I have seen the true face of mankind and it's made of stone and steel, the humanity is gone as their lies split a chasm from reality and they too find themselves trapped and doomed on an unlivable planet with no place left to go, spending the rest of their lives searching for a place that does not exist.

"They're coming again...with their pitiless pitchforks and mocking grins...knowing they always win...I no longer remember rest...the sandman puts hot coals on my eyes and burning lava down my throat...What have I done?...What have I done?"