Gone to Texas

I've been neglecting this blog since I moved to Texas. I have plenty of excuses, but no good ones, so I'll just start posting again.

Living in small-town Texas is rather different from living in Brooklyn, though not as different as many expect. The real opposite of both cities and small towns is the suburb. Though some of the adjustment has been trying, one thing has been a particular delight, and that is Taylor's H.E.B grocery store. Not only do its vast selection and low prices put New York "super" markets to shame, but they play new wave/eighties music on the p.a. It's a truly joyous experience to stroll down the aisles of a gigantic supermarket with the local farmers and country folk while Morrissey, Erasure, Depeche Mode, and even When In Rome--in short, some of the gayest, least "country" music in existence--are playing above you. It's especially delicious for me since the last time I lived in Texas, when I was in Junior High School, I was ridiculed and occasionally physically attacked for listening to just this kind of music. (Admittedly, that was in the more redneck precincts of Whitney, Texas.). I'm almost afraid to ask anyone there why they play this music for fear that they'll stop. Anyway, as far as I am concerned, the Taylor H.E.B is the greatest supermarket in the world .