Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
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the happening

This morning I took Beatrice to the vet's office. The folks there quickly and without fuss got her toenails clipped. I took her for a walk in our neighborhood. She enjoyed saying "hello" to her only canine friend, a shih tzu named Diva.
Afterward, I walked in Green Park, where I saw a lovely Blue Jay and a charming House Finch.

My wife and I caught the 12:28 p.m. DART Red Line train to Dallas. We walked over to the Nasher Sculpture Center. I very briefly said 'hi' to Tamara, my on-line friend who was performing, as we entered the museum. My wife and I had a nice lunch at the museum cafe. I liked my tomato basil soup with a fruit cupl At 2 p.m. the program, a "happening" called "o" designed by artist Mai-Thu Perret, began.

The program involved 12 participants, including Ms. Perret, roaming the museum in an interaction between music, dance and spoken word. One musician played a synthesizer, while another played what I believe was a gamelan-like instrument. The event felt like a 60s or early 70s "happening" and bore the title "o". I liked it, though parts of it caught my eye more than other parts. We alternated among watching the performance, enjoying the Jonathan Shapiro sculptures and looking at the permanent collection classics in the sculpture garden. I liked the parts of "o" that felt like faux ritual, and the dancers who oozed on walls.

After the performance ended, we checked out the excellent Tibetan book cover exhibit at the Trammell Crow Museum of Asian Art. Then I sat in the immaculate weather while my wife shopped in the gift shop. We caught a train back north. We then drove to a new Vietnamese restaurant, Pho Bay. We liked the pho ga' we each had.

I managed to leave a computer power cord in Kansas City. That irritates me with myself.
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