Archive for July, 2007

“Worth” a Visit

Wednesday, July 18th, 2007

Har har. I am so funny.

Anyway, I’m It! I got tagged with a meme for the very first time. I feel like such a member of the blogging community.

A certain smab_mouth wants to know what lovely treats the fair city of Fort Worth has to offer visitors. Let’s see if I’m up to the challenge of finding ten diamonds (in no particular order) in this rough.

1. Downtown Fort Worth. Also known as Sundance Square (named for the Sundance Kid who frequented the area then known as Hell’s Half Acre), our downtown is actually a groovy place to hang out. There are restaurants, cultural venues, movie theaters, clubs, live music, pubs, shops… you know all that stuff downtowns should have to get people to spend time there.

2. Esperanza’s Bakery. Tasty Mexican breakfast on the cheap. The only place in Fort Worth that does it right. Let’s go after 11:00 am so we can get chips and salsa.

3. Museums. You’ll have to visit the Kimbell Museum and the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth. We can even fit in the Amon Carter and the National Cowgirl Museum and Hall of Fame. We also have the Fort Worth Natural History & Science Museum with kick-ass IMAX theater and planetarium. Our museums are world-class, so get ready to get arty.

4. Central Market. Not exactly unique to Fort Worth, but people who have lived Austin will understand my enthusiasm for this Texas institution. I took the day off from work when this store opened, scout’s honor. If you haven’t experienced CM, you need to see what a grocery store can be. If you have experienced it, then you get it (and if you don’t, please see a mental health professional immediately).

5. The Fort Worth Zoo. This is a must if you bring munchkins along with you. It’s a great way to spend the day, even if we don’t have pandas.

6. A Tim Love Restaurant. Tim Love is our resident celebrity chef. He kicked Morimoto’s ass on Iron Chef. We have three of his eateries in town in three price ranges. I’ll even let you choose.

7. Joe T. Garcia’s. The Mexican food is okay (and a little gimmicky with only two dishes–enchiladas or fajitas), but it’s the setting that makes this a must-visit. The restaurant is a converted villa, complete with outdoor seating by the pool. And the margaritas rock.

8. The Stockyards. You just can’t get more old-school Fort Worth than a trip to the Stockyards. It isn’t the bustling cattle nexus of yore, but they still run steers through the streets once a day and have rodeos every weekend. It’s the best place in town for feeling like a cowboy.

9. The Water Gardens. Our own little piece of dystopia, the water gardens were featured in Logan’s Run. They remind me of the later Planet of the Apes movies, but in a good way. One of my favorite places in town.

10. Lockheed Martin Production Facility. Super cool if you can manage a tour. No photos, please.

This concludes our tour of Fort Worth. Please exit the bus. And feel free to tip your tour guide.

Knock, Knock

Wednesday, July 11th, 2007

Who’s there?

Large man wearing a tie.

Large-man-wearing-a-tie who?

Large man wearing a tie will sit back on his heels while I am rendered helpless by the adorable boy-child giving me the Jehovah’s Witness spiel.

Who could possibly resist an articulate eight-year old (seriously he was ten-years old tops) dressed in his Sunday best? No one. And that’s why the large man wearing a tie looked unforgivably smug.

I begrudge no one their faith unless they try to push it on me. I am an avowed opponent of proselytization. How can these people who don’t even know my name be so sure I’m in need of saving? If they are so worried about my eternal status, they are welcome to pray for me, but please, please do not involve me.

And I would normally share this point of view with a Christian recruiter, but not a cherubic eight-year old. A child doesn’t need to see how cynical a human can become. A child wouldn’t understand my misgivings about religion.

A well-spoken child deserves my attention because moments like this can shape his belief in his own abilities. A faithful child needs me to listen to him because later in life he’ll need that bedrock of faith to get through the hard times in life.

But grown-ups who send out a child to indoctrinate heathens should know better. They should understand that manipulating someone into hearing the Lord’s word is wrong on a basic level. People have to want that help before they can benefit from it.
So I listened to the wee child. I even took the literature he proffered (my very own copy of the Watchtower!). But it won’t accomplish what they wanted. I’m certainly no closer to God than I was before the visit. I’m just angry and sitting here writing this post on how manipulated I feel and how much I hate how they are manipulating that boy.