Trying not to be part of the problem.

Vertical garden planning

Winter is a good time to make plans.  Today I started thinking properly about setting up an indoor garden in my new flat.  Two things occur to me: one, sunlight and two, space.  The flat has three large windows, all facing the same direction (due east, more or less).  I'm happy about this because it means a good supply of sunlight - even now, at the end of November, I'm getting some direct late afternoon sun in the kitchen.  This bodes well for spring and summer.  The windows in the kitchen and front room are pretty high (about 2 metres) which suggests the best option for indoor growing is vertical.

Over at you can buy made-to-measure "multipurpose" wooden shelves (aren't all shelves multipurpose?) to order.  So I've ordered a set 30cm wide by 178cm high by 40cm deep to fit into the left-hand side of my kitchen window, the sunniest spot in this room.  This is tall enough for five shelves of about 35cm in height each - space enough, methinks to grow some microgreens, herbs, perhaps peppers and tomatoes; a veritable, vertical kitchen garden.  So we'll see how that goes.  Shelves should arrive next Thursday.

Not Buying It. Whatever It Is.

Today is Buy Nothing Day, a "global holiday from consumerism" that originates from the 'Adbusters' and 'culture-jamming' factions of the global justice movement (the people who brought you Occupy Wall Street) that rose to prominence in the late 1990s.  While the anti-capitalist and anti-globalisation protests aren't quite as in vogue as they once were with the left, some of whom have fallen down the rabbit hole of social justice and so-called "politically correct" identity politics, Buy Nothing Day has remained a staple of general 'anti' sentiment for the past 20 years.  More recently, it's come to be associated explicitly with "Black Friday", the hyper-consumerist nightmare binge promoted (perversely as can be conceived) on the day after the American celebration of "Thanksgiving", and which has inevitably spread across the pond.

Search "Black Friday" on youtube for literally hundreds more such reports, clip compilations and even tips on how to navigate your revolting flesh bag through the megastore aisles and escape without getting horribly, horribly injured or perhaps even killed while clinging like a wretched maniac to a really big telly.  (Even, more horrifyingly still, what to wear while doing so).

As with working out how one might possibly react usefully to so many other things in the world today, there's a fine line between sincere incredulity that this is the sort of thing millions of human beings actually do (and not just in moments of psychotic greed but repeatedly, and voluntarily, year after year) and the smug self-satisfaction that comes from telling yourself that at least I'm not one of them.  That's mainly, I think, because you are one of them, or could be far more easily than you're willing to admit.  "In choosing for myself I choose for all mankind", as Sartre wrote, which means that for every well-meaning mother who just wants the best [new X-Box] for her kids and will literally trample over an old lady with a zimmerframe to get it, or misfit beta male who just wants a 43-inch UHD smart TV below which he might more efficiently masturbate to the niche porn of his choice, there but for the grace of Guy Debord, go you.