Sunday, July 17, 2011

Tidbits Adventures: Dallas

You know, I've lived in Dallas my entire life (well, in the D/FW metroplex or whatever, if you wanna be technical), but I've never taken a decidedly decisive decision to explore it. Well, there was that one time back in high school, when I went downtown with my high-school-love (and now good friend) James and walked around for hours carrying a bunch of grapefruits and eating corn in a cup, and so much other good stuff. But ever since then, Dallas had remained a magical mystery to me.

On the road to discover myself, I suggested to my younger sister that we should explore Dallas. We narrowed our exploration to just the Dallas Museum of Art, since, if you really think about it, Dallas is quite large and it is kind of an overwhelming task to do everything there is to do in a single day. I had been to the museum one and a half times before, the first as some nerd-field trip, and the half when my uncle, sisters, and I walked around the premises at some random hour of the day. From nerd-field trip to last Thursday (which is when I went), nearly a decade had spanned in which I had lived without a museum visit. Can you believe that: a DECADE!?!?!?

Anyway, my sister and I started our tiny trip by driving to Mockingbird Station, and from there, randomly chose the Red Line on DART (since all lines lead downtown), and rode along without knowing really where to stop or what to do once we got where we got. It's thrilling, actually, getting on a train (even if it is just DART) without knowing where to stop.

We stopped though, right by the Plaza of the Americas. We roamed around aimlessly, until I decided, let's go toward the Cathedral, it can be our sanctuary if we don't know where to start or go. So we got there. The Cathedral Santuario de Guadalupe, by the way, is at once comforting and humbling, so large and secure, adding a feeling of serene safety in the otherwise busy and loud microcosm that is downtown Dallas.

The DMA:

So we made our way to the museum, crossing the street with so many people, so many strangers. We went inside. Wow, the museum looked a lot bigger than before. Perhaps because last time, I hadn't truly looked at the many works of art that the DMA had to offer. Anyway, my sister and I went inside and decided to start with Henri Matisse's Ivy in Flower. (Its story, by the way, is kind of sad, but nevertheless impressive and a wonderful way to start exploring the museum.)

Here are some of my favorite works:
Banquete Chair with Pandas, Campana.
Santa Gertrudis, Miguel Cabrera.
Mixed Doubles, George L.K. Morris (sorry it's sideways!)
Persian Letters, Rene Magritte.
Tau Tau, (funerary figure), Indonesia.
I was kind of sad that I didn't get to see all of the Impressionist works of art up close like I wanted to, but I certainly enjoyed myself with what there was. We ended up spending about four hours, and even then we still had a few things that we wanted to analyze and admire. It's just amazing, really, how all the artists contained in the DMA left their marks on the world. Did they know they would be a part of history? Did they know that hundreds and even thousands of years later, so many strangers would be analyzing their works?

That was the tiny trip to Dallas. Oh so much more left to explore, and I intend on venturing again in the near future.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


NOTE: I do apologize if this post is a bit vague or confusing, but I really just want to get over this and move on to the next phase of my young life.

Well, whether y'all knew it or not, I recently lost the love of my life. No, he's not dead, but the love that once was there no longer exists.

I won't go into much detail about this sad and untimely ending, but what I will say is this: it wasn't so much the person that I now find myself missing as it was the bond that we once had. Things had been simpler at the beginning, and even when they weren't so simple, we had been able to talk with such ease and lightheartedness.

The past couple of months were nothing like that. I would ask pure and simple questions, and he would always reply in a detached and curt manner. I wanted to talk about things, you know, I could feel the end coming and wanted to resolve our awkward situation cleanly, but he would never be "available" to talk. At the beginning of summer I proposed a meeting time. He refused. I stated that I wanted to talk to get over the obvious awkwardness, and he responded that he didn't sense anything wrong. I let it be.

A few weeks later, he says, "Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to catch up in person." I said, "Alright." At the last moment, he changes his mind. No meeting time. I then made the decision that I wouldn't try anymore, for my efforts always proved to be in vain.

Then a couple of days before he had to leave, he tells me he doesn't want to come off as being short and cold with me, and he says it would be nice to talk "civilly" or whatever. I accept this offer. Surprise, surprise, on the day of, he cancels once more, which is understandable because it's a busy weekend anyway. But it all kind of supports my idea that he just wanted to redeem himself at the last moment, even though he knew that we wouldn't be able to meet: in "attempting" to really talk together, he would no longer appear to be a cold and detached person, and I would forget about the uncomfortable things we were going through.

Oh well. I really think I loved him. And while I'm going through this forced, self-inflicted recovery, this fear lurks in the back of my mind that at the first moment he speaks to me again, I'll surrender. And then there's is always the chance that I've misinterpreted everything, but you know, the funny thing about that is that this misinterpretation could have been avoided if he had taken the time to talk to me. He could have given me any reason for his detachment -- I wouldn't have minded. I just prefer to know why things go the way they go rather than not know.

You hear that, (former) love of my life? There's still time for you to explain yourself, but I'm not going to ask anymore.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Truly tiny tidbit: I finally got a uhm, you can now find and follow me @euni_tidbits! Let's see how this works hahaha! :)