A-Town is never so present as when you aren't there.

Have you been catching the live coverage of South by Southwest on NPR? Live, hipster bands broadcast from such beloved establishments as The Parish...Grupo Fantasma, anyone? Neko Case, maybe?

Ach, I'm aching.

But maybe the snow will melt sometime in the next few months, and people will wear shorts again, and come outside, and somewhere, someone will do something hip and I can shut my eyes and pretend that this Labatt Blue is a Shiner Bock and that that little river we call the Genesee might actually be the one and only Town Lake.

It's a stretch, you all, but it's what we got.

Miss Austin to the sweet, hip sounds of Vampire Weekend and Bon Iver with me,

TR