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Live at Fiddler’s Dream
This is the computer I used in 6th Grade. It is good for stacking things on.
So I’m adjusting my life accordingly… but not blogging. There’s a lot going on here, and I lose track of the days. Henceforth, Mondays are Blog Post days. Oh look, it’s Monday!
Alright guys, I’m currently cleaning out the house I grew up in (also booking gigs, writing music, dealing with estate business, teaching myself to live an organic lifestyle, so the blog… right, the blog). The house is full of beautiful relics circa 1972 – 2000. After a few hours of going through things, I risk forgetting what decade I live in. Earlier last week, I almost stepped outside of the house in a Cosby Sweater and a beret because I’d lost perspective.
So, there is a lot of stuff. And lo, it is old and quite dust ridden. I think I accidentally drank some green tea this morning that was vintage 2000… whatever, I’m fine. *twitch* I want to focus on a particular group of items: Electronics That are Too Old for the Internet. Yes, those 50lb monitors and bulky desktops that sit out in your garage dreaming of the day when they can remind you how friggin AWESOME Windows 95 is. And were you to hook them up to wifi… well, you can’t. That’s fine. There would likely be an explosion.
A small sampling of the items I have thus far collected: 3 computers, 3 CD players, 2 TVs (not the type advisable for hanging on walls), 2 VCRS, 2 cell phones, 2 stereos and a tangled nest of mysterious chargers. Obviously, I can’t dump all of this stuff in the alley out back. What to do… what to do… I gazed briefly at a phone book from 2007. But wait, I live in 2012! I can actually use MY PHONE to Google the words “electronic” and “recycle” and “Phoenix”. Behold the fruits of my labor: http://www.phoenixelectronicsrecycling.com
Guess where I’m going this week? Besides Carly’s Bistro where I’m playing from 10pm to 1am. That’s right. Phoenix Electronics Recycling.
How My Caffeine Addiction was Ruining the Earth, Part 1
When I decided to start the “Folk Sustainability Project” back in January, I had no idea what was ahead of me.
Just a few days later, mom’s condition took a turn for the worse and I was a mess. I didn’t give a damn about how often I went to Starbucks. All that mattered was that there was coffee, horrible-tasting-but-highly-caffeinated coffee, and it was going into my body so I could continue to function on 4 hours of sleep. COFFEE. Nevertheless, in a moment of clarity (likely after some sleep), I bought a tumbler at Target and started getting it filled at local Phoenix coffee joints instead of Starbucks. That little adjustment alone required a surprising amount of effort. I had to find an eco-friendly tumbler, I had to remember to have it with me if I was planning to caffeinate on the go, and I had to plan where to get coffee rather than just stopping wherever whenever. But the change was made! I no longer create coffee cup trash, and my caffeine problem supports local businesses. But I haven’t even gotten into Fair Trade issues yet. Next time. Baby steps.
So new habits take substantial effort to build. And the old ones can be a bitch to break. We know this. After two months of what I can only begin to call EPIC change, I am now prepared to make the major lifestyle shift to learn how to live sustainably. The tumbler is just the beginning. I’m going ALL IN. I get that it’s going to be a challenge. I’ll probably whine. But at the same time, I’m watching gas prices rise, I’m seeing the amount of trash I make daily, how the sky is a lovely shade of brownish blue (great sunsets!)… just remind me to read that over when I’m struggling over something ridiculous, like a solar-powered amp. I haven’t quite decided where to draw the line yet. In conclusion…
PROBLEM: Impulse coffee purchases that create waste and don’t support local business.
SOLUTION: Buy an on-the-go tumbler and frequent independent coffee shops.
Judy

4/11/46 – 2/5/12
I could not have asked for a more amazing woman for a mom.
Judy
lived in the back of the grocery store
blonde haired sister
and I’d explore the neighborhood
bathtime in the kitchen
we were poor, no privacy
wished I had a bathroom door
never thought things were fair
but Judy was always there
to ride imaginary horses with me
And my oh my, how time has passed
and memories will
wane and wax like the moon
ain’t it funny how things last
all the letters and photographs are strewn
across the floor
never thought things were fair
but Judy was always there
to ride imaginary horses with me
but we made castles and caves with our sheets
in the big bed that we shared
Judy would wash and I would dry
she’d play piano, tickle the keys
tickle me until I cried
don’t let me cry
for my own good
she would say
she’d rescue me from insanity day to day
she held me down on the sidewalk
kickin and screamin
but saved my mouth from crazy talk
never thought things were fair
but Judy was always there
to ride imaginary horses with me
three years older three years wiser
she could walk before I could talk
and we would ride
into the sunset we ride
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