at girls who wear glasses. Dorothy Parker was very wrong. I love that Kathryn wore her glasses with her wedding gown… she rawks. These pics are from a wedding we attended last week. We drove to Dallas, DH in a suit and me in my grandmother's pearls… listening to Fugazi.
If any of you live in a small town close to a not so small town…you know the inevitable is going to happen some day, it just is. That said, one of the benefits of living in a small town is that you and your neighbors can be architects of what you'd like it to look like, smell like, and sound like when that day comes.
The dilemma is always the same… how do we grow without losing our small town feel. I mean the other day I got a hug from my doctor in the produce section of the HEB, where else does that happen?
In looking at ways to revive the town and its culture and create a more sustainable future… I say we look no further than our past. My town has some
incredible resources that could really be tapped – an
abundance of farmland and a strong agricultural tradition.
I knew that there had been an ongoing discussion and there was a meeting this past
year to access what level of local interest in the for organic or
natural farming.
One of the blessings of being a city council member is actually getting someone to listen to you and take you seriously…well kinda.
I had a meeting with my neighbor , who works for the Sustainable Food Center in Austin. We
met to discuss the reality and or viability of convincing and
assisting willing Elgin farmers to transition to a more sustainable
farming practice and becoming part of a farm-to-work, farm-to-school
or other community sustained agriculture program.
I presented the idea to our Economic Development Corporation… and after a few weeks of rounding the troops… the meeting is this evening. I'm pretty excited. Next step is to get our County Extension Agent here for a presentation for cotton and hay farmers that are interested too.
Wish for a good turn out
Austin has been a whirlwind of activity this past week. SXSW is in full swing and from my desk (16 floors up) I can hear nothing but a sonic mess… the music of at least 11 nearby stages wafting up and trying to be heard over others.
I chuckled as I spotted more than a couple shell shocked families that thought it would be a great idea to visit Texas' capitol city during Spring Break… only to be rubbing elbows with a whole lot of pale skinned, skinny jean wearing rockers. The contrast is stunning, really. It reminds me of a late summer road trip I took in the early 80's from Minnesota to California. We were headed for the Black Hills of South Dakota, and we were amazed by the number of bikers (not cyclists) on the road. When we reached our destination, Sturgis, we had happened upon this We were lucky to find a camp site, and can honestly say it has forever changed my idea of Mount Rushmore. I don't think everyone thinks of a parking lot full of riders on Harleys drinking beer and waiting for the lights to come on.
I'm just about to head up to DFW for a press check for a magazine for a Texas grocery company. Speaking of groceries… I like to spy on people's purchases when they only run in for a few things because it's fun to see if they are related. Last Friday a man bought 15 pounds of bird seed and 2 boxes of wine… I bet I know what he did all weekend.
Bean & Noodle 