Archive for January 18th, 2010


Settling In: Taco Trailers and Texans

January 18, 2010

I’ve been in the nation of Texas for just a couple of weeks, but overall I’m enjoying the warmth of both the weather and the people. Austin is an odd little pocket of ex-hippies and UT students who espouse the slogan “Keep Austin Weird”. People bike to work, recycle and carry concealed weapons. I’ve noticed an unusually high number of neck tattoos and an unusually low number of over-sized belt buckles. Yesterday, I passed a guy on his bicycle wearing nothing but a g string. Not even a helmet.  I thought, “this must be my first Austin Weird experience.” I also thought, “that guy can’t be comfortable in the saddle.”

Other observations of note:

Guy in his late sixties, walking down the sidewalk carrying a full sized boom box playing hard core rap.

You can buy beer and wine on Sundays, but not hard liquor. Guess Jesus doesn’t approve of shots.

This town has more bike lanes than sidewalks. Must be that Lance guy.

Local grocery store displays Velveeta in the produce aisle next to broccoli.

You can get almost any kind of food from an airstream trailer. Tacos, pizza, crepes, cupcakes. Genius.

Lady Bird Johnson was a big deal.

Dry cleaners are downright difficult to locate.

Grocery store clerks like to chit chat about anything and everything during your transaction. Same with barristas,  ice cream scoopers, pharmacists and of course, bartenders. My husband finds this unnerving.

Best. Grocery Stores. Ever. Original Central Market and Whole Foods offer incredibly high quality foods from every cuisine. Both have embedded restaurants that serve booze. Errands are much more fun when you can reward yourself with some hooch.

Everyone knows someone in a band.

The only people that ride the very nice public busses are poor minorities, the dentally challenged, and me.

Again, these are just observations in broad strokes. Overall, its interesting that everyone seems to simply love living here. People seem generally content and relaxed. I really want to give in to this mellow happy miasma, but I can’t help but suspect its all part of an evil plot involving mind control and robots. Can people really adore where they live to this degree? I’ll keep digging and report back.