I realize it’s been a while since my last post. I also realize that since my last post there have been two cyclists hit by vehicles in the Shreveport area (stories here and here). Thankfully, I was not one of those hit. My thoughts go out to the family of Kevin Mouser, who did not survive his injuries. The driver was not charged in the collision; police claim it was “unavoidable.” While I’ll admit I don’t know all the details, I will say that when I was taught to drive I was taught that hitting anyone from behind is completely avoidable.
On to a cheerier subject—myself:
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been putting a lot of thought into the blog; mainly, I’ve been trying to figure out why I don’t post more and what I can do to fix that. When I started the [Hipster] Out of Water project, the idea was to document my efforts to continue my Wicker Park way of life in a very different kind of place, and, maybe, open up a few eyes to the amazing experiences that urban life offers. Since then, though, most posts have been impassioned, opinionated diatribes that read more like op-ed pieces in some sort of indie newsletter. And the truth is that while it is very fun and therapeutic to write those pieces, they also take a lot of work.
In my recent period of reflection, I realized that not every post need be an essay. While I will still be writing longer posts, I’m going to make much more of an effort to make more frequent shorter posts. These may be as short as a single picture and a one-sentence caption.
Now for new business:
A highly anticipated day is almost, finally, upon us: Saturday, June 2nd, marks the first day of the Shreveport Farmers Market. I went to the fall edition and was very impressed with the event. Very well organized, well attended, and the vendors were well stocked. If the summer incarnation is anywhere near as good, it definitely merits a visit. If you’ve never been to a Farmer’s Market, you owe it to yourself to go. It’s not all hippies and vegans, I promise. Even if you’ve never tasted kale, if you’ve never heard of broccolini, if you don’t know the difference between the 15 different breeds of heirloom tomatoes (I don’t either), even if you’ve never seen a vegetable in your life, you will find something you like there. There will be butchers and bakers and cheesemongers. Just go. At least once. You’ll almost certainly go back.