Archive | December, 2011

How Convenient!

20 Dec

In a world where fast food and email reign supreme and everything is available at the touch of a button or screen, I can’t help but think humanity’s quest for the fast, easy and convenient bears some effect on our personal relationships.   

It certainly bears weight on mine. Continue reading

Rain Dance

19 Dec

It was one of those days: You know, those once in a blue moon 24-hour Murphy’s Law Days completely dedicated to fighting the elements.

My white flag was waved when I arrived at my evening gig soaked to the bone, bra and all. I still don’t know whether to blame my missing umbrella, my genius decision to simply walk to the mall rather than wait an extra 10 minutes for the next shuttle, or the rain men who saw fit to start a monsoon-worthy downpour when I was literally smack, dab and in the middle of nowhere with no place for shelter. Continue reading

Art That Talks Back

10 Dec

“Hey you, what are you looking at,” the mannequin barked in a thick French accent.

I simply shrugged off his words. By then, I had grown accustomed to the roaming eyes and random utterings of the 30 life-size dolls donning Jean Paul Gaultier’s duds.

It was “Night at the Museum” mannequin-style.

The much awaited exhibit in the Dallas Museum of Art projects pouts, snarls and smiles on the blank mannequins’ faces. Speaker systems rigged with a revolving list of phrases and questions give voices to the stiff creatures. One would expect nothing less from the eccentric designer’s namesake exhibition. Continue reading

Little Things

7 Dec

I woke up this morning at 5, surprised to find myself curled up on the couch in the living room.  Yesterday’s 10 -5 shift at the mall and an evening gig covering a local arts event had taken its toll. Around 10 p.m., I entered the warm house, ate and collapsed to the tune of “Stepping to the Bad Side” from DreamGirls lulling in the background. Continue reading

Hoodometry

5 Dec

The scent of Rudy’s signature chicken wafted throughout the rattling city bus.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I moaned while hungrily sniffing the air.

The culprit was a young girl with burgundy hair hunched over the front seat, guardedly nibbling away.

Gotta love it.

In Dallas, many jokingly dub it Rudy’s  “crack chicken,” because on any given day at any given time, rain or shine, passersby will find a faithful line of customers weaving down the meager restaurant’s stairs and a constant stream of cars in a drive-thru queue that almost always spills out into the bustling street. Continue reading

Good Intentions Gone Bad

1 Dec

Menacing eyes, evil grins and whispers of world domination readily identify villains in the world of Hollywood. But in reality, spotting a ne’er-do-well is a much murkier task; the dividing line between heroes and villains, saviors and victims often weaves, twists, and turns, blurring the distance between the two. Those heralded as heroes sometimes engage in questionable acts to meet their goals. In such instances, good intentions  justify the unsavory behaviors. But do good intentions conquer all? Continue reading