The aquarium is open seven days a week from 10 a.m. Jump is a highly endangered species and the only croc of his kind to be hatched outside of his natural habitat, which is where he might be returned once he reaches proper maturity. Barely 9 months old, little-ish Jump is aptly named for his "seemingly innate ability to propel himself to impressive heights." That's noteworthy to us since we can only put a few inches between us and the floor, and we even stand upright. Jump, a baby Orinoco crocodile, makes a two-week public debut at the Dallas World Aquarium, 1801 N. It does have fangs, scales and parents "considered to be non-releasable animals" by the Venezuelan government, but it's still inexplicably cute. This is all in reference to something more lovable and enticing than that song. After all, who doesn't run from Enya's ubiquitous Celtic Moods hit "Orinoco Flow" with the repetitious "sail aways" that once inundated the new age ear? Relax. We got a little nervous when the word "Orinoco" popped up on the schedule. Just do it before January 17, when the prophets will cease speaking from these gallery walls. Works by artists from Jamaica, Haiti, Cuba, Italy and Mexico examine and interpret icons and prophets in settings ranging from biblical to pagan to "non-Western." Some pious, some fiery and mythological, the works by Carl Abrahams, Hector Hyppolite, Stefano Tartaglia and others expound further upon ideas skimmed over in the past month. So maybe the exhibit at Pan American Gallery, 3303 Lee Parkway, Suite 101, isn't Santa oriented, but as far as religious iconography goes, it's got us covered. Not to mention the Christmas trees, menorahs, angels, candy canes, wise men and various manger-dwelling mammals. Seriously, the city has just been inundated with Santa and Jesus those guys pretty much sum it up right there. What better time than the holiday season to offer an Icons, Myths and Prophets exhibit? None that we can think of. A Southern tradition, so it's only appropriate that Dixie serves it up right. Dixie House (the original Black-eyed Pea Restaurant), 6400 Gaston Ave., understands the need for luck, so with every meal they'll be serving a ramekin of the lucky lentils. We have no clue which is correct, and we aren't huge fans of black-eyes unless smothered in Dixieland Chow Chow, but we eat them on January 1 just in case any of the legends are right. Another says that they symbolize coins, and collard greens represent currency for the new year. (Note: We have no idea who Miss Vickie is, but trusting her, and her relatives, seems only natural.) One says that the lentils were used only as cattle feed, but, during the Civil War, folks were forced to eat them to survive after soldiers burned all the other crops. While searching for the truth, we happened upon which contained answers from Miss Vickie's older relatives concerning the eating of black-eyed peas on New Year's Day. How the tradition began is up for debate.
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