It’s probably best if I say as little as possible about Dallas. The landscape there combined with my generally dour frame of mind had me spending a lot of time dwelling on the fact that humans are no better than locusts, laying waste to the land while ravenously devouring mass quantities of undistinguished Sysco-provided foodstuffs. This despite the fact that everyone was consistently cheerful and friendly towards me — it’s uncanny what bad architecture and poor food can do for my state of mind.
In any case, here’s one bright spot: We visited the Dallas Museum of Art to view a traveling King Tutankhamun exhibit (something of a reunion tour for the items which inspired such a frenzy in the 70’s and which I’m pretty sure I visited as a kid.) I was really delighted by the cartoonish nature of the heiroglyphics, but what really stood out for me was this fan:
In particular, this bit:
