When things line up just right
Executive Surf Club
Corpus Christi, TX 2020
Hello birders, welcome to your corona-virus-news-free-issue of Bird Mail, a smattering of links I’ve sourced from far and wide on the internet, just for you. If you’ve gotten this email and aren’t sure why, you can unsubscribe at the bottom of this missive. But, if you find something you like along the way, perhaps forward Bird Mail on to a friend who has some overlapping interests and would like a small letter every-other-Tuesday. I’d appreciate it.
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I have had an influx of new subscribers, many of whom are not from Texas, 👋 y’all. There are a few things you need to know about Texas beyond the usual tropes. One: H-E-B is the best grocery store out there, but don’t take my word for it. I spent years in the grocery-store-desert that is Oklahoma (another story altogether) and missed the big red grocery store all the time.
A grocery store can be a prism for identity, refracting and focusing it; Whole Foods famously does this for an entire group of people held together by little more than social class and a vague sense of taste. What’s unique about H-E-B fandom is that its customers are ultimately loyal to H-E-B in so far as they are loyal to Texas. This is perhaps one of the most distinguishing factors between H-E-B and the other cult grocers: People love Publix subs, crave Trader Joe’s snacks, and revere Wegmans’ customer service, but H-E-B is a way of life.
While we’re on the subject of food, you’ve probably heard of our most famous bread, Texas Toast. My local NPR station KUT has a great story on why Texas is the only state with its own toast.
I don’t watch much TV these days, but Bird and I got completely sucked into Cheer on Netflix. Growing up in west Texas where football is king, it was cool to see the spotlight put on the athletes of Navarro College in Corsicana. I had no idea how much athleticism and excellence was in that little town. Texas Monthly has a nice profile of one of the more controversial squad members, Lexi.
Given this podcast has been out for a week now and seems to be mentioned in all my newsletters and in places like The Guardian, you might have already heard it, but(!), if you have not, please, please listen to Reply All’s The Case of the Missing Hit. The amount of work that went into this episode is nothing short of amazing. It reminded me of a recent 99PI episode investigating almost the opposite phenomenon. Instead of a hit everyone forgot, one man set out to find out Whomst Among Us Let The Dogs Out. All of this has me thinking more about how music can just…disappear from streaming services, the internet, and our collective memories. It happened to me recently with a song that was on Spotify, but isn’t there any longer. Don’t get me wrong, I love the convenience of my streaming services and the cloud in general, but when things disappear, I have to question the value of not being the owner of the media I care about.
Bird Mail Endorsement: Cribbage
Bird and I were helping clean out her dad’s old workshop and we came across an unopened cribbage board. We took it with us in hopes of learning a new game. A few days later we holed-up in a coffee shop and watched this video many times to learn the game. We aren’t very good yet, but we’re having a great time getting better. It’s a perfect travel game and will be going with us to bars and coffee shops so we can play a game or three. There are lots of boards you can get, ours is a simple plank of wood. I love these Minim cards though they can be a little tough to see, so these from HAY might be a better choice.
The Sound of Trapp Music
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