Showing posts with label Frugality. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 3, 2018

Abstention Project 1: January - The Shopping Moratorium


“If men liked shopping, they'd call it research.” - Cynthia Nelms

“A bargain is something you can't use at a price you can't resist.” - Franklin P. Jones

Prelude: The post-Christmas holiday spending hangover is a good enough excuse to allow one to commit to doing this project first. Admittedly, I don’t really dig shopping to begin with, so it’s probably the easiest and most fitting one to have for the inaugural challenge of the dozen. On January 8th I realized that I went the whole first week of the year without doing any extra shopping beyond essentials, so I thought I’d just continue for the rest of the month. The crappy winter weather of January doesn’t inspire or motivate one in moving too far away from the comfort of home either, it becomes easier to opt not to go through any trouble to frequent any shopping centre, or anywhere else where one can spend money, and thus makes it easier take on a personal crusade of anti-consumerism. Along with the (futile) measure of trying to avoid contact and exposure to people who were stricken with colds and influenza, and trying to avoid getting sick myself, I also put myself on a push back against covetous greed and affluenza.

Mission: To spend absolutely no money on extra things apart from my regular scheduled bill payments for the month of January.

Exceptions:

·         Fuel (only enough of the estimated amount rationed out to keep my car running until the end of the month)

·         Medical/Operational emergency expenses (if need be): e.g. cold/flu remedies*, car repairs/roadside assistance, household disasters, potential vet bills.

·         Redeeming collected points for purchases from my customer loyalty cards, and only on items absent from the home and on discount offer (an arbitrary value exploited, but no actual money used)

·         Using funds that were already allotted and loaded on a reloadable credit card (less than $50, used for one single indulgence of an online ticket purchase, it doubly served as some means to reunite with someone special (even if was for just a brief while). Somethings are worth bending the rules a bit for.

Reasons, Facts, and Figures:

·         Reason 1 – Always follow the money first: if you want to get a real sense of all other possible wasteful/destructive habits you might have that you need to change. You really have to see the categorical breakdown of where and how your finances, and thus consequently, your time and energy are potentially being squandered. This is what is called the Latte Factor1 by one author I’ve been resourcing.

·         Reason 2 – Actively avoiding shopping for everything shows you (sometimes harshly) the reality of what you tend to covet as a consumer.

·         Reason 3 – Careless wastage makes me angry; I need an exercise like this to correct any fault in contributing to it that I may have. Mindless shopping and over-consumption creates waste.

·         Personal Fact 1 – My biggest purchasing sins: (cheaper) technology, as in poorer quality computers and peripherals, the kind that goes obsolete quicker than average. The kind bought at a bargain at clearance sales, but then have hard drives that fry out quickly, or generally lack capability in terms of speed and memory. If had I invested just a couple hundred dollars more at the time to get a higher quality/capability premium PC unit, I would have had something that would have lasted me at least 80% longer, plus I would have sidestepped the need of the extra expenses of one or two more cheap-ass PCs, or other components to replace. That’s the difference between being cheap and being frugal. I noted that as I was cleaning out and sorting stuff from my closets, I shocked myself by how much of this useless junk I have still lying around, plus all the extra useless cables and cords, plus the packaging they came in. At least I’m purging it now to go get processed at a better proper recycling facility, rather than pitching it out earlier at a time when it all would have went straight to a landfill. Another wasteful excess I’m seeing in my analysis is alcohol. I purchase too much of it for someone who brews his own beer, and for someone who doesn’t drink as often any more (see next month). My least wasteful expense category: clothing. My need to buy new clothes is decidedly lower than average. This leads to the subject of trash bound fashion. Perhaps this is the better coinage of the word trashion. We should be more like Jacobim Mugatu from Zoolander and try to capitalize on it instead of wasting it.

·         Random Fact 1 – Several thousands of tons of used clothing that are being donated to aid agencies and end up getting shipped to Africa, often end up just being incinerated or buried in their landfills there. The fact that the poorest of the poor don’t even have use for this amount of retired clothing is something to make you shake your head at for this surplus of dross. If that’s not enough to piss you off about this manner and level of wastage through reckless consumption, the next point is another fact that might further put me at risk for dissuading some from ever wanting to make any other charitable donation to Africa (specifically, the Republic of Congo) . . .

·         Random Fact 2 – One of the worst cultural examples I’ve found about fucked up priorities based on affluence-oriented conspicuous consumerism: despite living in one of the poorest regions of Africa (more than 45% of them living below their nation’s poverty line), and receiving charity in donated clothing, many Congolese men spend what amounts to more than a year’s income (up to 3000 euros/around 4500 CAD) for designer fashions like Armani and Gaultier suits, and parade around like a bunch of peacock dandy boys. And it’s not something confined to a single corrupt despot in power and their cronies and lackies, but extending to any of the men there, regardless of what occupation or social status each one has, who really don’t or wouldn’t have that kind of money at their disposal to afford this. The fact that social corruption is so rampant there assures that many of these high end fashion garments are acquired by disreputable means (theft, extortion, bribery, etc.), all for the sake of putting on airs.*** This all part of cultural institution there is known as Les Sapeurs, abbreviated from the French name from  “Societe des Ambianceurs et des Personnes Elegantes (or “the Society of Tastemakers and Elegant People” in English). Spending that kind of money to pretend being some sort of aristocrats while most likely depriving their wives and kids of food and other life essentials to do so, is one of the most depraved, disgusting, and atrocious marks of pompous, self-centred arrogance there is. It may be a holdover from whatever animistic religions they may practice there, where relics, fetish and material objects and charms are highly prized. I guess it might be a move to at least have a pretty suit to be buried in, since the average male life expectancy there is only something like 47 years. Once they are dead, it is reputed that these suits can be stolen by grave robbers soon after burial before the material gets ruined by putrefaction. Coming to a close second in terms of covetous, greed-driven, stupidity and “keeping up with the Joneses” lemming march, I find examples here closer to home. I’m talking about many of the oil patch workers around AB and SK, specifically those who dumped and sank so much of their money, and abused credit, on high ticket toys and other rapidly depreciating assets that they now can’t sell and are getting repossessed, and then had nerve to complain that they were so hard done by and “suffering” when the downturn in oil prices came and job losses happened. No tears shed for them here. According to Stats Canada, Alberta is supposed to be the richest province in this confederation, and yet has the highest household debt levels out of all the provinces of the nation compared to the national average. Sadly, Saskatchewan is doing as badly over the years in following that trend and trying to keep up with Alberta it that respect since the oil boom hit.

Substitution Materials, Activities, and Alternate Behaviours:

·         Using my stash of frozen food instead of buying more groceries, thus avoiding creating and collecting more leftovers

·         Using my food allowance at work and eating at home, no need for restaurants*

·         Instead of filling hangers, drawers, and closets, I’ve been clearing them out and reclaiming some space for myself

·         Drinking only what already remains of my brewing stock and whatever was left in my liquor cabinet (which flows into the next project)

·         Other free entertainment from multiple avenues, including finding and claiming some free collectable books from the give away table in my building

·         Exercise in my reclaimed office space, and now hopefully some Nordic skiing after work if the weather can warm up

·         Investing mental energy into learning/practicing other languages

·         More research on cryptocurrencies and investing

·         Outlining and planning for more upcoming projects for the course of the remainder of the year

Feedback Mechanisms:

·         My chequebook app. It graphed out all my spending categories and gave me an honest breakdown of what my good and bad habits were. It also showed me where savings were made through this trial.

·         My count of freezer containers of leftovers emptied (17)

·         The cleared balances on my scheduled bill and credit card statements (no biggie here, that would have been done regardless of this project)

Progress: I already have had the fastidious habit of tracking all my income and expenses long before starting this project. It’s a good foundational habit to have in place, and of course continue. However, this occasion was one of the rare few times that I’ve actually seen the weight of what my own personal inefficiencies and deficits were in terms of acquiring needless excesses. Starting the year with this project was especially important, as I said, to reckon what other things I could stand to bring under control through monthlong forbearances throughout this year. All in all, after assessing all this stuff and if gender roles were reversed, the verdict is that I’d actually be someone’s heavenly ideal of a very “cheap date” when I compare what I like to do with my free time, and what it costs for me to actually do such stuff.

Violations (Stakes and Penalties): The penalty for making any unnecessary purchases – time added on to this moratorium to commit to for each needless purchase made. A full day for each one. My 31-day abstention period for shopping really culminated into 33. The two purchases I made during the month of January that didn’t qualify as an absolute necessity: a purchase of some 50/50 tickets at a sporting event. The other was an admission fee to a fitness facility, with more time used the steam room as therapy than to actually work out. Not huge purchases, both were around $10.00, but violations all the same.

Rewards and Final Words: The material prize for me for committing to and completing this was a couple of new shirts, since I rarely shop for clothing. They are certainly not Armani or Gaultier, but they are what’s practical, cool, and comfortable for me. Cleared space, and some renewed gumption to get up and move again was another bonus. Reconnecting with frugality, listing and being cognisant about more than a hundred different ways I can spend time fruitfully without dropping a dime is always good to do too. Upon seeing a botched merger with two loyalty programs here, I reclaimed all my accumulated points afterward at the grocers before things got worse. This post-trial grocery trip ended with me spending only my loyalty points plus $25.00 secured me with enough food for my home to last for more than two months if I plan on process it painstakingly and wisely**. Another thing was managing to squirrel away a little bit of extra money to place into a reasonable risk investment, I’ll see later if that really will turn out to be rewarding or not. A shaky start, but I did give myself a few grey areas, where I could have exploited more chances to rationalize and really sabotage myself. The fact that I didn’t do that to the max is a success in and of itself. I’d say that overall I did OK for this first abstention challenge. For February’s project though, there won’t be any such flexibility like that at all. Wait and see until then.

Bibliography and Resources:

1.       Bach, David. The Automatic Millionaire (Canadian Edition), 2003, Doubleday Canada

*- Which includes the natural ones, since I can’t do a lot of over the counter pharmaceuticals any more; chicken soup being one of them, and there is no other more potent decongestant remedy form of it that I know of than whatever is in Vietnamese broth. I haven’t the time to craft it, nor can I make it as perfectly or as cheaply as any one of my favourite pho joints here in town. Getting some was the one restaurant expense I could justify making; a lesser evil than a drug-form remedy with stupefying side-effects, or possible contraindications. Without it, I’m sure I would have been a big snotty mess for more than a week.

**- Cheaper yet, and for a longer duration of supply yet if I didn’t buy any meat. More on this down the road.
***- Sure, there may be more notable and visible examples of over-the-top flamboyant, materialistic, vanity-laden, and ultimately unjustifiable and unwarranted displays, and useless squandering of wealth in places like Dubai, and other wealthy regions in the oil-rich Arab world: like sports car traffic jams, building 7 star luxury hotels and super huge malls that only very few can shop in, and the competitions of who can erect the tallest phallic symbol dessert tower, but these are people who actually already provide for their families and have the excess money to throw around and to sink into such bullshit.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

The Last Cruise of Itaru Maru

Saturday, Thanksgiving Weekend


It’s one of the last few lovely sunny days left of this year before drearier or winter-like weather slams the door shut on this autumn. I was awake since 3:00 AM for some crazy reason, so I phased my paperwork and other chores of the day in much earlier, so I now have the liberty of the rest of this Saturday to chill and maybe nap before catching a ride for a road trip to be with family for Thanksgiving later. One of the things done today was to have Ella accompany me for a car ride to my other errand stops, as it helps to pacify her before I trick her into having a bath. Ella, loving car rides as she does, fancies this car almost as much as I do, so I couldn’t let her miss out on having the possibly the last cruise in Itaru with me. I’ll elaborate on that in a moment. I try not to be either sentimental about cars I have had, or covetous about the ones I’d like to have, but I realize that today was special in that it probably is one of the last drives, if not the last drive with my current vehicle. This is the only car that I’ve had enter my life that I’ve truly appreciated.

If there is one thing I am thankful for during this Thanksgiving season is that I can officially put an end to the hell of shopping for another vehicle. I sure as hell don’t want to be bothered with it when winter comes. As much as this one has delighted me, my needs are changing, and rather than having to contend with another round of maintenance for this one, I decided to front up for an investment into another one. Another has been found, and I’m acquiring it this weekend. The hell of car shopping, and my spiel of kicking tires yielded to me three choices: a nice little VW Golf (but with lots of kilometres racked up on it), a sweet gently used older Volvo S60 (one of the reliable ones made in the factory in Gothenburg, Sweden; not one of those inferior ones assembled in a Ford plant in America), and the one I ultimately purchased (keeping this private). It beat the other two out because of the lower mileage and price, and cheaper future maintenance costs. I got practical instead of lustful, but now not disappointed with going that route. I’ll just say that I got lucky.
I don’t often admit that I’ve given my car a proper name, but it has been christened Itaru. I don’t see why there should be any weirdness or shame in admitting that. Before we drove cars, we named the horses we rode, and ships we sailed have been somehow given more animacy through christened names for millennia. Hence, where is the wrong in giving one’s own personal vehicle a name? We go so far as accepting that the model is a distinct name (like Tiguan, Mustang, or Renegade), with the exception I suppose of the blander series numbers of some European makes (like BMW, Mercedes-Benz, and Volvo*), and in that case, they sound like names for Star Wars droids. Why not go further in naming the vehicle as a distinct individual apart from its other cloned brethren manufactured models?

The practical side to giving my car a name is that it’s a convenient mnemonic device (though a cryptic one) to help me remember things like my plate number and some other VIN info and spec details. It’s a proper Japanese name assigned to a Japanese make of car. It’s a complicated story of how and why I chose the full name, Itaru Maru, for my current car; only that I noticed that many Japanese sea vessels** are christened with “<some Japanese name> Maru”, and Itaru was conveniently an authentic Japanese name that suited my other mnemonic purposes, and sounded quite lyrical along with Maru. As silly as this all might sound, in that name are 16 other mnemonically tagged pieces of information about the vehicle that I can have instant access to should there ever be an accident or incident to report for my car. Out of curiosity, I researched why many ships hailing from Japan have Maru in their name, and it still isn’t clear to me why that is so. The Japanese word Maru itself means “circular” or “round”, and another meaning of the word is for “excrement”. When referring to my car, the round pieces of shit that the word Maru may directly be describing is probably the state of my tires. With crappy malfunctioning tires, my car might as well be a drydocked boat. Just when I was ready to put it up for sale, it came to be my typical luck with tires (bike or car) that one should be irreparably flattened before that could happen. Thankfully, I found a good deal on a suitable replacement. As much as one tire has given me grief lately though, I still love the car itself, it makes me a little sad to have to part with it.

This next car I believe will be named Kikuchiyo; I’ll probably drop the Maru this time. Because again, it’s another Japanese make and model, and the name accords well with some of the specs I want to tag and process mnemonically. If you have seen the classic Akira Kurosawa movie The Seven Samurai, you may remember that Kikuchiyo (played by Toshiro Mifune) was the wild, undisciplined, impulsive and rambunctious bugger of this septet. Those qualities (I hope) won’t be seen in this next vehicle.

UPDATE: Tuesday evening, the day after Thanksgiving

Itaru Maru was sold tonight, to a guy who works as a mechanic specializing in Volvos, oddly enough. We had a great chat, and reached a deal that was mutually convenient and satisfactory for us. I am grateful that Itaru will be well cared for in the hands of somebody who will appreciate him as I did.

*- If I had bought the Volvo, I was going to name him Ingvar: the combined characteristics of the car being Swedish, and the owner being notably frugal and thrifty, like Ingvar Kamprad, the founder of IKEA. The Volvo I could have been driving away would actually have been newer than the Volvo that Kamprad, as multi-billionaire, drives for himself ( the cheap old bastard . . .). If the VW was purchased, Heinrich was going to be its name . . . long story there.
**- Including fictional spaceships, like the Kobayashi Maru, mentioned in Star Trek.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Earth Day 2017

Earth Day, for me around here, is the more official beginning of spring, in that it prompts me to commit to a better lifestyle not available for me for most of the winter months. That is: less vehicle use, a move to a healthier lifestyle, more engagement with my community, breaking through a bad seasonal trough of depression, and having better intentions for living well in general. That’s a challenge to do around here in Saskatoon from the beginning of November up until the first half of April. Earth Day marks some sort of pivotal point of true alleviation from the stresses of winter.


This is my personal snapshot of conscientiously lowering conspicuous consumption, and basically an audit of the footprint I leave on this region of the planet for this day when I decide to note how to tread lightly on it. Taking account of just how much we really consume in utilities like our power, water, fuel, and the money and resources for which we are using and wasting for these things in our households, and in our communities, is something I think everyone should be responsible for doing, and Earth Day seems like the perfect day to be mindful for doing it.

Earth Day for me is the reminder of the pervasive perversion of what I call the Double F destructive cultural forces we humans indulge in that are killing our biosphere. The first destructive Double F culture is the Fossil Fuel culture, and its role in climate change, and the lobbying by their proponents to make movements towards renewable energy illegal in some cases. The second is the Fast Food culture, and its role in not only making us a toxic, devolving, weakened species of obese diabetics and cardiac disease patients, but it is also an overwhelming source of pollution in terms of discarded containers (bottles, cups, wrappers, straws, etc.) all for the sake of our selfish and foolish sense of convenience, and wasteful and unethical mass production practices which are under the control of a handful of corporations whose ultimate goal is to control all elements of growing, processing and distributing food on the planet, and squeezing out practitioners of ethical animal husbandry, organic food production, and removing natural genetic biodiversity in our food stocks. I could add a third destructive Double F cultural force: the Fascist Fathead culture, of seizure of political control by cretins like Donald Trump, aided by a population so ignorant to allow that to happen, who are not only climate change deniers and not only taking inroads to making this planet worse environmentally, but getting us uncomfortably closer to some reality of an approaching world war. I won’t comment anymore on such things, but I will comment on my initiatives for this day, and see if they lead me to action for a happier place to be.


Morning: Woke up. Washed up. Fed the dog, then fed me. We walked outside after breakfast out to our neighbourhood park and back. Like on previous Earth Days, we took some effort to be mindful to transfer stray bits of litter in the public spaces to a trash bin*, and collect whatever discarded recyclables to cash in along our walking circuit. This year, I must say that the area looks much cleaner. I suspect several positive and negative factors at play:

·         The laws cracking down on DUI drivers in the province, may mean less vehicular boozing, and hence there have been fewer beer cans tossed on the street

·         The earlier thaw this year got people out earlier to do their spring cleaning and less wind strewn litter has been coming out of the yards

·         The City’s street sweepers came through recently, hoovering up the extra stray human made debris

·         The kids from the nearby Adventist school perhaps went early on their own Earth Day programme to help clean up the park and surrounding area

·         The wretched oppressive austerity budget from this government is making people trying every means to save cash; buying less pre-packaged junk/fast food, hence less wrappers, and saving their bottles and cans for SARCAN refunds.

·         More indigent people around who are reduced to picking up waste recyclables as prices/(sin)taxes get inflated

Ella and I still found plenty of litter, but not one bottle or can was spotted along our walk. Mostly paper and plastic drinking cups. A 20 liter bagful was collected and cleared off our path and trashed. A small move for some better karma I hope.
I then cycled to the Farmers Market, bought a local product, and then returned home.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           .
Lunch Hour: Made a pizza – using the ingredients that I’ve either already had here, that were extras from other cooking projects (just like the way the original traditional pizzas in Italy were made, i.e. repurposing leftovers) or bought piecemeal through the week from a shop on the same route as my commute from work, thus no extra fuel expended for a special dedicated out of the way shopping trip for one project.
Afternoon: Reading, napping, daydreaming/meditating, doing sudoku, some house cleaning, language learning, dog-walking, attending a March for Science Rally (too briefly, but I at least got to sign some petitions), I went to the library to make returns and check out more new material. Except for the household cleaning, and language lessons, all of those things required neither power, nor fuel, nor water, nor extra money to do for the day. I’m writing this I suppose to tell those who are Millennials and younger that it is indeed possible to have a life for a large part of the day without electronics.
Evening: Drinking homebrewed beer, ate left overs for supper, more reading, listening to tunes (mostly bass-intense, shoe gaze Indie), writing this entry.
Power Used: Actively deployed power usage that I opt to turn on and off (apart from the constant utilitarian use of electricity like fridge and freezer operation, Wi-Fi router, etc.). One kitchen light, one bathroom light, one hallway light (combined 20 minutes of use), a toaster, 15 minutes of magnetic induction burner use (very efficient), kettle boiled, smartphone charge, 40 minutes of oven use at 170 degrees Celsius, ran the dishwasher, 2 minutes of microwave oven on high, my Bluetooth sound bar for music streams and running my laptop to write this blog (both for 90 minutes). I opted not to use the TV at all today (too much bad news). I read my books by natural day light. Including all my constant essential appliances running (fridge/freezer), I would guess that I used about 5-6 kWh today so far in total for my total power consumed if I interpolate the readings right from my last utility statement. The average Canadian, according to one statistic, uses  around 4500 kWh per year. Sadly, we are the highest per capita users on the globe, for the fact that we use power almost as liberally as the Americans do, but yet additionally have a climate that demands extra heating for homes, and more vast spaces to transmit power between centres where there is a significantly increased line loss. If my personal average use nudges up to close to 10 kWh per day, i.e. 3650 kWh per year, I'm still below the per capita national average for consumption of power.
Gasoline Used: Zero – I walked or cycled to everywhere I went today. As chilly and gloomy as the day was during the time that I was biking, I at least had the invigorating fresh air to breathe, the uncrowded Meewasin trail to use, the peace of not having to hear the awful screeching noises emitted from under my car’s hood (time to change some belts), and not having the annoyance of having to hunt for and pay for a place to park a vehicle.
Water Used: Health and Hygiene (brushing teeth, sailor shower**, and two toilet flushes, so far***), reloading the dog’s drinking fountain, making coffee, making ice, personal hydration, running my dishwasher (on economy setting as always), cooking and kitchen clean up. An estimated 40 litres used, or two brewing carboys’ worth. It’s good to know of this quantity should there be any planned water shutoffs for maintenance, like I already have been warned about coming in the summer months.
Personal Waste: As it is now, after three days, my 15 liter kitchen garbage is one third filled with stuff that is 85% compostable refuse (mostly fruit and vegetable peels and egg shells). I regret that there is no sort of composting station around here, and I wish my condo could be provided with one of some sort so I could reduce this waste volume further still. I’d use the matter to make enough soil to grow my own herbs. I buy very little canned food, but my building at least has the convenience of a recycling bin for such things when I do.
Purchase Today: Just ten dollars at the Farmers Market, for a jar of Sour Cherry Jam. I’ve been hunting around like crazy for this stuff (I have a special project in mind for it, which I may blog about later). It may be much more expensive than other commercial jars of jam, however from the perspective of living happily on the Earth while doing it a favor, and building stronger communities:

·         This is a unique commodity that I have not found anywhere else but the Farmers Market. For today, it seemed right to get something that came from nature. And it is delicious. Never willingly buy anything that doesn’t fix a problem, doesn’t educate you, or doesn’t give you pleasure! That is the essence of frugality.

·         It would still be more expensive if I were to try to make it all home, plus I’d still have to wait until the cherries were in season, if I ever actually had the time to commit to make this stuff (home economics issue)

·         It was made here locally, from produce from a local orchard, and not trucked in from a half a continent away, or from someplace across either ocean (fossil fuel conservation issue)

·         You support a small business and not a giant corporation (corporations which are generally polluting on an industrial scale, and you directly help them to do it by buying their products)

·         An added bonus is that I have gained another reusable Mason jar to fill with my own crafted canning recipes later this year

The cost break down of my day is actually very different once I tabulate the information on my SPL Check Out Receipt. It tells me the monetary value in savings I made by loaning the books instead of outright buying them. I saved $81.89 today, adjusted to $71.89 subtracting the cost of my wares at the Farmers Market. I’ll whittle down that figure again accounting for the real cost of the ingredient proportions for the pizza I made, and the beer I brewed myself ($6.50 for the pizza, and $0.67 for the beer) the savings of the day is now $64.72. Let’s compare that with the likes of an impulsive spender, let's call him Joe Schmuckjob, who is probably the same kind of stupid bastard who's living in my neighbourhood and throwing his cups and food wrappers all around on my block. Let's pretend he is going to have himself the same sort of “cheap” weekend of entertainment as I am. He buys the $81.89 worth of books (though I doubt he really reads, we could substitute that material with the same value in dope and video games), he spends another $25.00 for delivery of the same quantity of pizza I made at home, drops another $20.00 for a six pack at an offsale place, for his beer ration, and let’s not forget the yummy $10.00 Sour Cherry Jam. His cheap weekend is turning out to be costing him $136.89 so far, and I haven’t even factored in the fuel his lazy ass is using, and all the extra trash he is making, which has an extra civic cost to clean up and dispose. Sloth, blended with impulsivity and stupidity, is expensive. Bringing all these facts to mind is making it a happy Earth Day for me.

I don’t want to get too sanctimonious about these measures I used, because I’m certain there are areas of improvement I could still work out, especially for my water usage and power, plus I also still lazily exploit food services at times when I don’t want to cook – I just don’t do fast food or delivery. This factoring of the SPL receipt also makes me pissed off even more that the Sask Party is taking measures to defund library services throughout this province as an austerity measure, hence my effort to sign petitions.

*- I’m like the average typical Canadian who thinks you’re a scum of the earth if you openly choose to litter.
**- Moistening the body first, shutting off the water, scrubbing down thoroughly with soap and a loofah, and turning water back on only long enough to rinse off shampoo and soap. Less than six litres used with a high pressure-low flow system.
***- Sadly, I don’t have a low flush volume tank.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

B.Y.O.B. Week


I’ve been slopping down this entry in a piecemeal fashion, during each little break I’ve had between all my other busywork, and while I try to get some sun to transition my skin over to something else than a Siamese cat appearence1. My August stretch of summer holidays, once again, is pretty much dedicated to home economics projects. The original “Bring Your Own Bottle” meaning is a suitable and appropriate definition for the use of the acronym around here during my free time in the afternoons2, but I’ve extended it to also mean “Be Your Own Baba”: to be resourcefully frugal and efficient; to be focused with making the most with the least in the kitchen, and other areas of my dwelling, like some old Ukrainian grandmother would, as I’m sure mine did. It all started off during the month of August, in the year that I took possession of this property. Ever since then, either by strange coincidence or by some natural cycle, when early or mid August comes, it has sort of turned into an annual tradition for me to take a more serious interest of learning to do the best I can with improving my home life, and involve myself with fix-ups and various DIY projects, as I did when I first claimed this place, flipping it around to suit my standards of comfort. It also coincides and flows into garden harvest and canning season. So, I capitalize on using my time for that too. Whatever is done around here, I try to make all these little projects synergistic and interconnected: elements of one flowing into the form or function of another, to make something greater, like some sort of private little ecosystem. I’ve been happily and consciously getting reacquainted with my music collection again, playing it loudly and liberally as I get into the flow of doing my stuff around here: something else I don’t get to do at work. Included in this write up are samples from my playlists. Here are a few other ways B.Y.O.B. can be termed and used around here during this time of the year. Some things here are old tricks and hacks I often deploy; others are new little twists that I’m experimenting with that I thought were worth sharing:

1.       Be Your Own Bourne – Like Jason Bourne in the movies (I just saw the latest sequel in the theatre . . . so awesome!), the thing I’ll be doing is casting off my work identity; to be the independent loner who is an apt evader of malicious forces, and an on-the-spot improviser, who is on a mission to reclaim something that belongs to him: his own true self. Except when I do it, I’ll hopefully have none of the gunfire, car chases, or explosions. The thing I have to keep bringing to mind is that I’m not at work. For at least a little while, I’m not on some drive for using at least a full third of each of my days to solve other people’s problems. I get to devote my energy to working on my own. Thus, I have eliminated a lot of things that put me in a more negative mindset for complaint, which serves to do nothing for betterment. I don’t have to listen to it from others; I don’t have a reason to do it myself. Belay Your Obnoxious Bitching is perhaps another element that can be a part of all this. This is an important thing to do in freeing one’s mind to exercise any creativity, or to move toward improvements. When there is no one around to judge or criticize, and if failures happen during any of my experiments, or disappointments from my expenditures and exploits, I’ve only then set up a new platform for learning. Be Your Own Boss is suitable to use here too. (Best Activity Song {as I write this}: Find (Andy Moor Remix), by Ridgewalkers, mixed by Armin Van Buuren).

2.       Balance Your Own Budget – it seems like a contrary maneuver to satisfy the part about avoiding complaining and conflict, but it’s a necessary evil/challenge. Taking a good hard glimpse at what’s working well, and the reality of where one could be doing better with managing expenses, is crucial if one wants to make the necessary corrections to change things for the better. A holiday meant to relax, yet spent plunging into the red, ultimately isn’t a relaxing holiday. Be smart, and set things up to work within your means. It’s another reason why I opted for home economics projects. (Best Activity Song: Money, by Pink Floyd)

3.       Barter Your Old Books – I’ve been liberating my old stock of literature for someone else to enjoy, and trading these books at the city’s best used book store, Westgate Books, to get store credit to put something new and interesting on my shelves. As tempting as it was to collect silly, but fitting, ones with titles like I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, I took home something a little more poignant. The one I selected that I heard good things about is The Rosie Project, by Graeme Simsion. From the first page onward, I’ve been sort of freaked out about how much the story’s scientist narrator tends to think like I do, like I could have written much of what he said, thus it has been hard for me to put it down. Reducing clutter, freeing space, and welcoming new ideas all at the same time was the result. However, I couldn’t find any instruction manuals that I would find beneficial for my other chosen activities (see point 13). (Best Activity Song: nothing, I prefer to read in peace without distractions, but Lonely Boy, by The Black Keys would seem appropriate for this book I’m reading, either that or The Scientist, by Coldplay)

4.       Bench Your Own Bodyweight – that is, I need to start reclaiming some of the former magnitude of strength that I used to have. At least doing more things like more push ups. It’s not a vanity thing. Being alone and single necessitates one to be physically strong and fit for all kinds of motion, i.e. keeping your strength and flexibility means keeping your independence. No one is around to help pick me up when I fall down, no one else is there to help me move furniture, or other junk. It’s simply a fact that I have to be strong enough to do these things myself, and I can’t let myself weaken anymore. If I’m walking alone at night through a dodgy place or instance of time3, like I often have to, I’d want to be strong enough to be able to throw off an aggressor who is as big as I am should there be a time if I ever get attacked. That last example is a little extreme, but that kind of power is always something good thing to have in the toolbox that is one’s own body strength. It’s a shame to notice though that I have to dream up of negative scenarios to motivate me to exercise more. (Best Activity Song: B.Y.O.B., by System of a Down)

5.       Befriend Your Old Bicycle – To get active and sort of explore at the same time. Twenty to thirty clicks in a day a few times this week should be sufficient enough exercise that won’t ruin me for the rest of each day after. Depending on the terrain, that equates to about six to eight kilometres of running, except with a lot less stress on my joints.  I notice that there are many new trails that I haven’t tried yet through and around this town. My plan is to explore more territory along the unknown sections of trails that I’ve somehow ignored. (Best Activity Song: Ride (TiĂ«sto Remix), Cary Brothers)

6.       Break Your Old Barriers – New places, new activities, new roles, maybe a chance to meet new people: all necessary to see and try. I’m ashamed to say that given all the time that I’ve lived here, there is still a lot I haven’t done or places that I’ve bothered to check out here locally. (Best Activity Song: This Must Be the Place, by The Talking Heads)

7.       Bacteria, Yeast, and Other Botanicals – As previous entries of other years can attest, the only real cultural events that are happening here that I’m involved with throughout this week of August are the ferments taking place in my crockpot and carboys. Added to whatever I’ll be brewing in them will be fresh living herbs and botanicals for unique flavourings. I’ve also been thinking about experimenting with infusions and flavouring my own gin. The fermentation cycles will be exploited thusly like last year’s experiment: once the primary fermentation of the beer is done, the remaining living yeast in the trub is used to make bread dough, the extra bread goes to making kvass, the kvass culture goes to priming the brine to make fermented pickles. Therein is the synergy. (Best Activity Song: I don’t know what microbes like to hear, but if it helps them reproduce better, I should play them some Barry White to help get them in the mood. Kind of a ridiculous notion though, since in truth they multiply by asexual reproduction (cloning themselves). For them clubbing it though, I’d recommend Piledriver (Grayed Out Summer Mix), by Ameobassassin).

8.       Build Your Own Brewery – Along with Brewing Your Own Beer. I thought I could improve on the technical aspect of things regarding brewing ale (the easier option, since making true lager or pilsner requires a converted refrigerator), and to try to re-experiment with all-grain mash brewing. To stage things for all-grain brewing in this place, I’ll need some modifications for the different space constraints and environment here. The last time I did all-mash, many years ago, it took almost a full 18 hours straight from the mashing process, to sparging, to boiling/hopping, to cooling the wort, to pitching the yeast, and the long messy clean up with the jury-rigged system I had back then. But, it was honestly the best damn beer I ever made, and the fact that I reduced the cost of producing it to around seven cents per 341 mL bottle was a feather in my hat too. I doubt if I’ll ever get to make it that cheap ever again: considering inflation, and a big investment needed for the proper doodads, and gizmos. Trips to places like Peavey Mart, Princess Auto, Canadian Tire, Cabella’s, and Co-op Do It Centre were made to hunt for parts for engineering and crafting something for better thermostatic control, a counter flow chilling unit, creative moulding of food grade plastics for some sort of sparging appliance, and outfitting a propane burner unit that won’t torch the balcony area of my place, since my little stove would be quite inadequate for the volumes that I need to work with. That, plus there is no flippin’ way I’m going to be adding the heat of 18 hours of steam and stove use in my place when it’s going to hover around 30 degrees with the humidex outside for the week I’m off. However, I had no luck at all in finding the right stuff. It was fruitless; an exercise in futility. The time I wasted had to be regained with finding a kit that’s even more simplified than my regular brewing methods. It just seems wrong that the only input of preparation energy and ingredients for this time around was about 4 litres boiling water, plus the addition of whatever volume of cool water to reach my target gravity; but I hope the results will be within the same parameters, or possibly even better. That’s for the treatment of the Y(east) part in point 7. (Best activity song: Y Control, by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs)

9.       Blend Your Own Butter(s) – More uses with the botanicals part mentioned in point 7.  Crafting my own herbed and seasoned butters is a trick I learned to amp up the game in the kitchen. Locking in the botanical flavours in butter fat, and then freezing it, is a way to conserve that “fresh” flavour of them longer; as opposed to just being limited to using them in their dried state as the other alternative. It’s damn easy to do: just mix them in room temperature butter, form it, wrap it, and then refrigerate/freeze it. It makes it speedy to transform something from ordinary to something decadent, and adds other interesting dimensions of flavour to meat, vegetables and sauces. When I get a couple of extra pounds of butter (when it’s on special), I also get my hands on some fresh herbs, usually at this time of the year when the Farmers Market has a good, locally-sourced, seasonal variety in stock. (Best Activity Song: Spread The Love – Chuck Love) This time, I made five kinds of herbal butter, yielding about 230 grams for each one. They are:




a.       Sorrel and Crushed White Peppercorn – The lemony flavour of the sorrel is good with chicken, fish, grilled seafood, and vegetables like asparagus. I made an alternative sauce for Hollandaise, using this instead, when I didn’t quite have the right stuff when I was craving Eggs Benedict. It turned out OK.

b.       Dill – For putting on salmon fillets in a pinch, or shrimp, or lighter meats like chicken, or stirred into cooked carrots or beets, or a nice generous knob of it goes well with on top of mashed/baked potatoes when I’m in the mood for them. It can also be spread on hot toast to make an amazing tuna sandwich.

c.       Thyme – If there is no barbeque sauce (as I rarely buy it because steak eating occasions are becoming seldom), I simply grill a steak to my preferred doneness with just some salt and pepper, and then add some of this with some crushed and chopped garlic in it immediately once the steak is taken off the flame. Nothing more elemental or complicated than that; yet it’s so delicious. You actually get to appreciate good beef this way. It can be used a little more sparingly with lean pork or chicken, or for making a brown sauce. I couldn’t guess as to what sort of vegetables it might go well with, but I’m going to stir-fry matchstick cut parsnips and celery, and adding a little fresh garlic, and salt and pepper with it to see what happens.

d.       Basil – This stuff makes a cob of corn super yummy when you tuck some under the ears of a soaked cob, and then throw it on the barbeque grill. Also good with stirring into finished pasta, or making a white sauce for it.

e.       Mint – This one is new for me. I dared myself to make this specifically to use
with all this lamb meat I have left in my freezer, using it the same way I use thyme butter for steak. It wasn’t too bad!4 I’m guessing that it would mix in well with cooked green peas too, or other vegetables with a higher sugar content, like carrots or beets, or sautĂ© zucchini in it. If you were wondering what I did with the rest of the big bunch of mint I had left, you’d be right if you guessed that I made a few Mojitos. Waste not, want not.

10.   Brew Your Own Batches – of sauerkraut and pickles. It involves the first B of
point 7: bacteria. May they find their jubilation and celebration with their procreation and propagation in the new creation of my fermentation station (Yep . . . I think those Mojitos are kicking in right now). This season’s attempt at brewing my lovely, five-kilogram, mass of smelly cabbage involves a 7% weight of course salt to shredded cabbage ratio, plus an addition of about a teaspoon of caraway seeds for an extra little zing. Making lacto-fermented pickles comes next week after this experiment after the series of other steps I mentioned above. (Best Activity Song:
Strange Brew, by Cream)

11.   Boil Your Own Broth – I was blessed with enough time to devote to making authentic Vietnamese Phở Broth with my extra botanicals. I needed six hours to make it, but it was well worth the effort. Homemade Chicken Stock was made too. Getting all the flavours out of marrow and bone is waste reduction and frugality at its best. (Best Activity Song: Feel It in My Bones (featuring Tegan and Sara) – DJ TiĂ«sto)

12.   Better Your Own Bullshit – I mean reframing your mistakes, and making an effort to correct them, or to do something better with them. I don’t mean being a better liar; I’m not a proponent of that. Mistakes can, and will, happen in my kitchen all the time; especially if I’m trying to do a hundred things at once. The only real mistake I find unforgivable in a kitchen is needless wastage, all other mishaps are fertile ground for experimentation. For example, I had the noble ambition to make some jam out of the gift of some raspberries that were given to me by my Mom. (Best Activity Song: Jammin’, by Bob Marley) However, I misread a recipe and underused the quantity of pectin I needed, but it was too late to add more, as I already canned it.
My Blueberry Jam.
No mistakes there. 
It's an obviously possible botch up if it doesn’t set right. If that happens, I instead will have made
raspberry sauce, or raspberry syrup. Better yet, let’s call it raspberry coulis: because if you have something called coulis on a plate served in an upscale restaurant, it automatically seems to make that dish at least twenty percent more expensive than something with just plain old sauce on it. Redefining and repurposing a fouled result is redemption, and thus isn’t a mistake anymore. It leads one to really wonder about these so-called upcoming innovative and genius chefs. Are they really so, or were they just really incompetent at fixing up a dish according to orthodox methods and recipes, and to avoid being fired, they did something radical with food to hide or distract from their blunders, and then give it some pretentious name to feign ingenuity? Most mistakes in the kitchen are bullshit, and you can easily recover and make even better with them if you are cagey enough. Bob Ross, that instructional artist with the crazy big permed afro on the PBS stations, with his Zen-like calm and stoned-to-the-bones-sounding voice, said of painting, “There are no mistakes; just happy accidents.” The same also applies in kitchen work, although the likes of Gordon Ramsey would have you thinking otherwise. Speaking of Bob Ross, and his effed-up afro, I now shift to the subject of indulging in visual arts . . .

Trial started.
The base form is laid out,
I need to let the first layer
dry before I can add
details to her face.
My model is rather
uncooperative.    
13.   Better Yourself at Oils and Brushstrokes – I must say that this is the most challenging of all the exercises that I’ve done so far. When day 5 of staycation (Wednesday) came, I hit the wall with doing kitchen projects, and it was raining all day. I was so restless and irritated for some reason; feeling cheated out of a sunny day to enjoy on top of it. While cleaning out my office closet, I found an easel that was collecting dust. I bought it about five years ago, and used it maybe once. Being in DIY and home dĂ©cor improvement mode, I was already probing through shops earlier in the week, looking at paintings and pictures to see what I could use to cover some of my naked wall space. So, then came the notion to trying to make some kind of art. I really do envy people who have such talent. I wish the people who I know who have it could just easily avail themselves to come here, so I can learn and feed off their creative energies while I watch them work on such projects. I don’t know what it was, but as I set up this easel, a cloud of hesitance came over me. Overthinking it, as I typically do. I’m sure there is a more complicated psychological term for it. The “happy accidents” idea just didn’t sink in. I somehow was getting an anxiety of putting myself in a spot of expressing myself visually, scared of facing the fact that this is something that I completely lack talent in. A performance anxiety when there was only me to perform for. It did help me realize exactly what kind of visual forms I find satisfying and impressive. I like things and forms with geometrical precision. Anyone who has tried to read my dreadful handwriting would agree that I certainly don’t have the ability to mimic that technical skill. I set up a blank white canvas, just staring at it for a long while, becoming more self-conscious that I would just sully this thing in some weird way. I thought that if I just projectile vomited on this thing it might be more aesthetically pleasing than anything my clumsy hands, driven by my undisciplined mind, could ever produce. Bob Ross made it look so bloody easy, and I could watch that bugger paint all day and be amazed, but it’s the complete opposite for myself once I have a brush in my hand. I freeze with indecision. I then went to the local Michaels art supply store, hoping to find either some sort of aid or inspiration. I found neither. I just found more stuff that overwhelmed and intimidated me from the idea of painting. I then had to ask myself, “What made me buy the easel in the first place, and what real pleasure did I really get from it before?” The answer was not in the easel, but rather the palette that came with it. What I really enjoyed was just mixing and matching the colours, curious to see what tones I’d get, and finding out what shades went well together. From there, I thought I’d take another step backwards to start with something a little more basic involving colour. I spotted one of those adult colouring books – thinking it would serve to guide me for what to put on canvas later. It was a book of mandalas: the circular symbols in eastern religions that have geometric precision, which I like. That’s when I went through what I would call a dreadful sense of embarrassing regression – knowing that days before this, I was doing this very mature and masculine thing of fervently hunting for fixtures, components, and chemicals for building something technically sophisticated and scientifically systematic for crafting stuff for adult enjoyment. Now, I’ve been reduced to practicing something that four-year old kids do. There was a whole lot of shattered ego crashing down there and then. But keeping precept number 6 on this list in mind, I forced myself to buy it anyway. I remember feeling so very weirdly sheepish as I brought this thing to the till: kind of trying not make eye contact with the cashier, like I was standing there trying to buy the most depraved and raunchiest form of pornography that can just barely be legally sold. I guess that’s how estranged I’ve become from my “inner child”. Using that book and some pencil crayons at home though really did make me a whole lot calmer. Actually, it was the most relaxed I’ve been since . . . well, I can’t remember when. It’s a good way to remind myself that I don’t always have to be purposeful or “productive”. I use and justify playing around with language learning apps, and I buy math and logic puzzle books of the Mensa standard for “edutainment”, rationalizing that these are to help keep my wiring for analytical and logic skills in shape, so I’m less likely to lose my marbles later in life from dementia as I get older. I forget that the other hemisphere of the stuff between my ears needs a good workout too with the right stimuli. That trip to Michaels that day was probably my salvation for keeping me away from the only sort of “addiction” that I probably do use impulsively for handling my restlessness and angst: buying technology. Kind of weird too, since I can’t seem to take that a sense of wonder and playful curiosity I have for figuring out technology, and apply it to using it artistically. Given the day that I was having, without that trip to Michaels to get an $8.00 colouring book, I could have easily walked a few steps further to Best Buy, dragging away another TV, or a computer, or whatever other kind of console, gizmo, or accessory that costs hundreds of dollars, kind of blowing point 2 up in smoke. Mixing my oils, and applying brush to canvas is coming up, but right now I’m happy to be involved in just being present with filling in colours in this book, as I enjoy a refreshment and listen to tunes. So . . . yay for me, I suppose I was successful at discovering a new hobby, even though it is seemingly “non-adult”. At least it doesn’t add to my current frustrations. More people should learn to be content in retreating into doing something so childishly simple5. (Best Activity Song: Any Colour You Like – Pink Floyd).

14.   Better Your Output on Blogger – So, to sum up, for this week off leisure-wise, I’ve been doing OK as an amateur chef, a bookkeeper, a brewer, a beer sampler(guzzler), a puzzle solver, a bookshelf reductionist, a recreational cyclist, a fermentation biochemist, a food preservationist, a kitchen ecologist, a Mojito mixologist, and most recently, a page colouration specialist (well, not so much a specialist, but a budding enthusiast). Now, I’m back to immersing myself in the role of humour essayist. Sure, it’s not exactly like being a true renaissance man, nor was this all as exciting as traveling somewhere new and special, but I haven’t been wasting time just parked in front of a TV frittering away these fine summer days either. As much as I’m flagellating myself for not having better artistic ability, I’m also grounding myself in the fact that not everyone out there is skilled or daring enough to write their own blog. Reading a lot will make you smarter; making an effort to express yourself better in writing will help keep you that way - or at least I hope that’s true. Being able to chronicle something or tell a story, be it frivolous or poignant, either with factual accuracy or for entertainment, doing so with a voice that’s truly all your own is an alright asset to have and improve upon too. These words are for those who I wish I could have had here to make all this going on more of a party during my time off. They are spread out all across the province, the country, and the continent. I miss them dearly. Putting all these BYOB exercises into words is my last exercise.

A Random List of Another Few Songs from My Collection I Enjoyed Chilling to as I Wrote All This (multiple decades; multiple genres):

·         Home – Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

·         We Used to Be Friends – The Dandy Warhols

·         Juliette – Hollerado

·         Dirty Paws – Of Monsters and Men

·         Airscape – Robyn Hitchcock and the Egyptians

·         At First Sight – The Stems

·         Our Love – Editors

·         Dirt – Phish

·         No Never Mind Blues – David Deacon

·         Poor Boy Blues – Jazz Gillum

·         Mannish Boy – Muddy Waters

·         Hoochie Coochie­ Man – Eric Clapton

·         Wishing (If I Had A Photograph of You)­ – A Flock of Seagulls

·         Fine Without You – Armin Van Buuren

·         Prayer for Rain – The Cure

·         Pictures of You – The Cure

·         Love Will Tear Us Apart – Joy Division

·         Four Play – Fred Wesley & the Horny Horns

·         Limelight – Rush

·         La Villa Strangiata - Rush

·         Red Rain ­– Peter Gabriel

·         Kashmir – Led Zeppelin

·         Bron-Y-Aur Stomp – Led Zeppelin

·         Spill The Wine – Eric Burdon & War

·         Just Like Honey – The Jesus & Mary Chain

·         More Than This – Roxy Music

·         7 Years – Lukas Graham

·         BourĂ©e – Jethro Tull

·         A New Day Yesterday – Jethro Tull

·         The Only One I Know – The Charlatans

·         You Read - Eric Charles Band

·         Passenger – Iggy Pop

·         I’m Afraid of Americans – David Bowie

·         How Soon Is Now? – The Smiths

·         Tight Black Rubber – Black Francis

·         Hallucinations – The Raveonettes

·         Love In A Trashcan – The Raveonettes

·         Where Is My Mind? – The Pixies

·         I Wanna Be Adored – The Stone Roses

·         Fool’s Gold (Remastered) – The Stone Roses

·         Little Monster – Royal Blood

·         How to Disappear Completely - Radiohead

1 - Brianese to Canadian English translation: Siamese Cat complexion – when your face, lower legs, and forearms are quite darkly tanned, but the rest of your body is looking ghostly white in comparison.

2 - I have quite a few good, if not interesting, ideas that strike me while I’m in a mildly conspicuous, yet still lucid, state of inebriation.

3 - I specifically refer to the gang-scum festered traveling shit show that is the EX, and the plague of thefts, robberies, and assaults that spike in the surrounding neighbourhood when it’s here. It comes here next week . . . Blargh!!!

4 – Really meaning, it was rather awesome. My Canadian attitude shows itself in my writing a lot, including the sometimes annoying proclivity we have for being really understated.

5 – I know some of those who know me who may be reading this might be thinking I’m starting to slip some gears; the most critical of the ones I’m thinking of who are ready to jab a barbed opinion at me for doing this are themselves inked up in the most skank-ass tattoos you can think of. Oh, the hilarious irony . . . people turning themselves into colouring books ready to snicker and beak off at a guy who just had a moment of curiosity to pass the time with one. If you have a tattoo, you don’t get to judge.