"These are tiny little dinosaurs that came in plastic capsules that you soak: they expand and the plastic dissolves and voila! Yes, I still fall prey to this kind of stuff at the Dollar Store. I think these go back to Halloween 2008 when I was trying to have a candy-free trick-or-treat thing, but realized that throwing some capsules into pillowcases was probably only going to get my windows soaped. So I followed thru on my own and put them in this little dish and let it hang around my art room (where it fit right in, decor-wise) for a year. I am happy to say that they are now extinct in this house. The blue dish is recyclable (it is tiny too--a stingy single portion from the local ice cream shop), but I decided to keep that after I shot the pic. It's a container. I can use it. Just not for foam dinosaurs."
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Even this is asking me why
What: a hook from a broken shower caddy
Origin & Last used: when the caddy fell from the shower head for the last time. It was probably back in mid-2009.
Why why why: we recycled the caddy right away. I have no idea why this ended up on a shelf on the other shower caddy. I can't even mark it down to nostalgia as I have another caddy just like it. I'll go with out of sight because I knew we'd never fix it. And it wouldn't be useful for much of anything. It leaves me with the question "Why" punctuated with my blog item question mark
Destination: I just put it in the trash.
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Princess, you could also code this one as an "aargh"!
Origin & Last used: when the caddy fell from the shower head for the last time. It was probably back in mid-2009.
Why why why: we recycled the caddy right away. I have no idea why this ended up on a shelf on the other shower caddy. I can't even mark it down to nostalgia as I have another caddy just like it. I'll go with out of sight because I knew we'd never fix it. And it wouldn't be useful for much of anything. It leaves me with the question "Why" punctuated with my blog item question mark
Destination: I just put it in the trash.
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Princess, you could also code this one as an "aargh"!
QED: Calendar Boys Prove That We're All Calendar Girls
What: 2008 Firefighter Calendar, featuring firefighters from another metro area.
Origin: A friend from this other metro area.
Usage: Not at all. First off, I'm not a wall calendar kind of girl. Second of all, I didn't like the objectification of the men in the calendar. (And I'm not kidding.)
How long kept: Since late 2007.
Why kept: It was a Gift from X, and Out of Sight Out of Mind.
Destination: Recycling.
Confession: I felt queasy when I looked at this; this was actually my original reaction when I received it. Why did I put it on a shelf to store? (And how odd, and kind of awful, is it that I knew exactly where to find it after seeing posts from "M" and "S".)
Bonus: Proof Positive that we all *do* have the same stuff.
Origin: A friend from this other metro area.
Usage: Not at all. First off, I'm not a wall calendar kind of girl. Second of all, I didn't like the objectification of the men in the calendar. (And I'm not kidding.)
How long kept: Since late 2007.
Why kept: It was a Gift from X, and Out of Sight Out of Mind.
Destination: Recycling.
Confession: I felt queasy when I looked at this; this was actually my original reaction when I received it. Why did I put it on a shelf to store? (And how odd, and kind of awful, is it that I knew exactly where to find it after seeing posts from "M" and "S".)
Bonus: Proof Positive that we all *do* have the same stuff.
Guest Post: "Days gone bye-bye"
"Wow, I used to have great calendars (put out by Graphique de France)! So great that I saved them--2006 & 2007. But it's the dawning of an new era, and so I ripped out the pages I just couldn't bear to recycle (who knows--framed as prints for my niece's first dorm room?) or, that catch-all excuse for an artist--potential visual reference!"
"S", thanks for this affirmation that we all have the same "stuff". I think that I finally recycled a firefighter calendar that a yoga friend gave to me. I'd better check. If not, that should go, maybe today! Have a good one.
"S", thanks for this affirmation that we all have the same "stuff". I think that I finally recycled a firefighter calendar that a yoga friend gave to me. I'd better check. If not, that should go, maybe today! Have a good one.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Plastic Soul
What: My college roommate (and still good friend) gave me some awesome candies for Christmas. This is the plastic liner of the candy tin (upside down; the rightside up side is gold).
Usage: I've contemplated it quite a bit.
How long kept: Since January 6, 2010.
Why Kept: This is so stunningly odd, and kind of cool, I thought that something could be done with it. (It Might Be Useful?)
Destination: Garbage.
Confession: "M" was right. Though my last post was very clearing, it wasn't actual stuff.
Confession, cont.: I still have the gorgeous candy tin that contained the candy, and this bizarre object. Hey, It Might Be Useful!
(Good Job "A"!)
Usage: I've contemplated it quite a bit.
How long kept: Since January 6, 2010.
Why Kept: This is so stunningly odd, and kind of cool, I thought that something could be done with it. (It Might Be Useful?)
Destination: Garbage.
Confession: "M" was right. Though my last post was very clearing, it wasn't actual stuff.
Confession, cont.: I still have the gorgeous candy tin that contained the candy, and this bizarre object. Hey, It Might Be Useful!
(Good Job "A"!)
Nunsense
What: a 2007 calendar of "Nuns Having Fun"
Why: I think we bought this as a gift that we never gave -- I am my mother's daughter. It was out of sight out of mind
Last used: never. It's still in the shrink wrap!
Destination: recycle bin
I'll add the photo of the back cover, where you will see Twister Sister! I wish we would have used this. It's way funny!!
Confession: I pulled this out of the recycle bin to photograph it. The Hubby was doing some cleaning and it was too funny not to blog!!!
Why: I think we bought this as a gift that we never gave -- I am my mother's daughter. It was out of sight out of mind
Last used: never. It's still in the shrink wrap!
Destination: recycle bin
I'll add the photo of the back cover, where you will see Twister Sister! I wish we would have used this. It's way funny!!
Confession: I pulled this out of the recycle bin to photograph it. The Hubby was doing some cleaning and it was too funny not to blog!!!
GTD, and I Mean It
What: A large number of already read emails.
How long kept: Some since January 1, 2008 (my laptop's "birthday").
Usage: Sometimes, see "confession", below.
Why kept: They Might Be Useful; I Might Need Them. But of course.
Destination: Some went into digital trash. Others are now subject to some new sorting mechanisms: some manual, others digital.
Confession: I save all emails. Ok, not Google Alerts, which I have for topical matters, and also my own name. Everyone should set up a google alert on themselves, to see what they or their online doppelgangers are up to in the eyes of parents, partners, high school classmates, prospective employers and clients.
But I digress. If you wrote me an email in February, 2008 that said "LOL", chances are I have it. And I've been rewarded on enough occasions to keep it up -- I've been able to avoid duplicating work, found evidence of conversations, etc. needed in a business context.
It's not good, though, to have most of it mashed in one email box. (David Allen, of GTD fame, talks about the psychological cost of having an overflowing email in box. He's right.) I've set up a new process for getting, handling and archiving emails, and I'm committed to it.
Confession part 2: I found at least 3 emails in my in-box that I should have answered, one from late last year. D'oh. They got buried by other mails. I don't expect my new process to be perfect, but it will be better.
How long kept: Some since January 1, 2008 (my laptop's "birthday").
Usage: Sometimes, see "confession", below.
Why kept: They Might Be Useful; I Might Need Them. But of course.
Destination: Some went into digital trash. Others are now subject to some new sorting mechanisms: some manual, others digital.
Confession: I save all emails. Ok, not Google Alerts, which I have for topical matters, and also my own name. Everyone should set up a google alert on themselves, to see what they or their online doppelgangers are up to in the eyes of parents, partners, high school classmates, prospective employers and clients.
But I digress. If you wrote me an email in February, 2008 that said "LOL", chances are I have it. And I've been rewarded on enough occasions to keep it up -- I've been able to avoid duplicating work, found evidence of conversations, etc. needed in a business context.
It's not good, though, to have most of it mashed in one email box. (David Allen, of GTD fame, talks about the psychological cost of having an overflowing email in box. He's right.) I've set up a new process for getting, handling and archiving emails, and I'm committed to it.
Confession part 2: I found at least 3 emails in my in-box that I should have answered, one from late last year. D'oh. They got buried by other mails. I don't expect my new process to be perfect, but it will be better.
Breaking Away...
"S", thank you.
"My old biker helmet is perfectly fine on the outside, but all the foam padding is disintegrating on the inside (see black spreckles on the table). I am going to go to the Giro site and see if they reclaim them for refurbishment. (It looks like it wouldn't be hard, and I considered DIY-ing it, but I'd probably get glue gun dribbles hanging off it and stuck in my hair. The RIH racing cap came into my life about 8 years ago? I think someone gave it to me--why would I buy such a thing? I had a 3-speed bike and upright handlebars and a basket that was only missing Toto. Now it's dawning on me--I think it was a GAG gift....Hmmm...well, I am regifting to my high school friend who really does do bike-athons and raises lots of $$$ for charity. It's already in the envelope. Both hitting the road, out of my life."
"My old biker helmet is perfectly fine on the outside, but all the foam padding is disintegrating on the inside (see black spreckles on the table). I am going to go to the Giro site and see if they reclaim them for refurbishment. (It looks like it wouldn't be hard, and I considered DIY-ing it, but I'd probably get glue gun dribbles hanging off it and stuck in my hair. The RIH racing cap came into my life about 8 years ago? I think someone gave it to me--why would I buy such a thing? I had a 3-speed bike and upright handlebars and a basket that was only missing Toto. Now it's dawning on me--I think it was a GAG gift....Hmmm...well, I am regifting to my high school friend who really does do bike-athons and raises lots of $$$ for charity. It's already in the envelope. Both hitting the road, out of my life."
Guest Post: "Up for adoption"
"This is an ascot-scarf, hand-knit (acrylic yarn) by someone (not me or anyone I know)--I think I got it at a thrift shop (not including the critter I call "Minky") because it reminded me of scarves that my Mammaw used to knit me when I was a kid. The "Minky" pin I added (from my childhood jewelry box) to make it the perfect holiday (or Valentine's Day) accessory for many years. I think I have finally come to a parting of the ways with the scarf and "Minky." He's molting a bit, and so am I. (Tho I fluffed him up a bit for his close-up). No longer a good match. Off to No-kill Goodwill."
Thanks, "S"! I'm sure they'll find him a good home.
Thanks, "S"! I'm sure they'll find him a good home.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Soapy good deliciousness
What: really nice smelling grapefruit soap. It was also very pretty. It was glycerin soap with a grapefruit shape in the middle. It was so pretty that I didn't use it. Why did I buy this soap if I'm not going to use it!?! So I did and it fell apart into pieces.
Origin: Canada trip with a girlfriend in the early part of this century
Why kept: at first too pretty to use and then after use, it might be useful or somehow I can fix it
Why getting rid of it? I'm worried about the small pieces going down the drain and clogging up the works
Destination: garbage
"A", have you noticed that we are trying to take cool photos to keep up with "S"?? She is really classing up the joint :)
I've made a new deal with myself, I'm going to use up all my soaps before buying any new soap. I think I stated this promise to myself before, but I feel the need to say it again.
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Origin: Canada trip with a girlfriend in the early part of this century
Why kept: at first too pretty to use and then after use, it might be useful or somehow I can fix it
Why getting rid of it? I'm worried about the small pieces going down the drain and clogging up the works
Destination: garbage
"A", have you noticed that we are trying to take cool photos to keep up with "S"?? She is really classing up the joint :)
I've made a new deal with myself, I'm going to use up all my soaps before buying any new soap. I think I stated this promise to myself before, but I feel the need to say it again.
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The Universe Speaks, And Speaks
What: Christmas card from a former colleague.
How Long kept: Christmas, 1995.
Usage: Sitting in a photo box, probably since 1995 or early 1996.
Why kept: Until a couple of years ago, I never used to be able to toss a Christmas card. (Nostalgia) Prior to this developmental change in behavior, this one went into one of a (short) tower of archival photo boxes (see confession), and were thus Out Of Sight, Of Mind.
Destination: Shredder, then recycling.
Confession: This floated to the surface when I was looking for a picture of a graduate school classmate.
In early 1996, I resigned from the company I had been at for most of my career until that date. It was political, there was drama, which I did not engage. (And it was a good move for me.)
This card's sender had been a mentor, and was one of a handful of people with whom I had hoped to continue a professional relationship. I did not hear from her, nor did she respond my overtures. Later on, I received a call from a trusted friend, who worked for the same company, telling me that the card's author had been passing incorrect information about the circumstances of my resignation.
Unbelieveably, I remember sending her a Christmas card the next year. (When I thought about it recently, the words "Stockholm Syndrome" occurred to me.) I didn't hear from her...
...until about 3 weeks ago, when she actually pinged me on Linked In. (And since we haven't been in touch in almost 14 years, I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't have my current email address in her book for a "friend finder" kind of invite.)
I let her Linked In invitation go, without responding. And now I'm letting go of her Christmas card.
Confession, part deux: The photos in those boxes are a graduate level release...for future posts!
How Long kept: Christmas, 1995.
Usage: Sitting in a photo box, probably since 1995 or early 1996.
Why kept: Until a couple of years ago, I never used to be able to toss a Christmas card. (Nostalgia) Prior to this developmental change in behavior, this one went into one of a (short) tower of archival photo boxes (see confession), and were thus Out Of Sight, Of Mind.
Destination: Shredder, then recycling.
Confession: This floated to the surface when I was looking for a picture of a graduate school classmate.
In early 1996, I resigned from the company I had been at for most of my career until that date. It was political, there was drama, which I did not engage. (And it was a good move for me.)
This card's sender had been a mentor, and was one of a handful of people with whom I had hoped to continue a professional relationship. I did not hear from her, nor did she respond my overtures. Later on, I received a call from a trusted friend, who worked for the same company, telling me that the card's author had been passing incorrect information about the circumstances of my resignation.
Unbelieveably, I remember sending her a Christmas card the next year. (When I thought about it recently, the words "Stockholm Syndrome" occurred to me.) I didn't hear from her...
...until about 3 weeks ago, when she actually pinged me on Linked In. (And since we haven't been in touch in almost 14 years, I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't have my current email address in her book for a "friend finder" kind of invite.)
I let her Linked In invitation go, without responding. And now I'm letting go of her Christmas card.
Confession, part deux: The photos in those boxes are a graduate level release...for future posts!
Under-Utilized Guest Post: "Under-utilized Utensils"
Ack, the gals at 365 Things missed this one from "S", baking in Beacon. Thank you, "S"
"I got a new set of really nice measuring spoons recently, and while you can't have too many of those things when you bake like me (frenetically), I decided it was time to toss the plastic. So I perused my utility drawer. Also under-utilized and not earning its keep: the clay disk (to soften brown sugar?) The melon-baller (pre-dates Martha). And the nutcracker that lost its grip. And a treasure I didn't know I had--a Mr. Peanut measuring spoon. He goes to ebay, plastic to garbage, metal to bin, and the disk could conceivably go to compost, but I am not convinced that Chinese toxic plastic resin isn't baked into it. So--tossed into a Goodwill bag, a staple in my car trunk."
"I got a new set of really nice measuring spoons recently, and while you can't have too many of those things when you bake like me (frenetically), I decided it was time to toss the plastic. So I perused my utility drawer. Also under-utilized and not earning its keep: the clay disk (to soften brown sugar?) The melon-baller (pre-dates Martha). And the nutcracker that lost its grip. And a treasure I didn't know I had--a Mr. Peanut measuring spoon. He goes to ebay, plastic to garbage, metal to bin, and the disk could conceivably go to compost, but I am not convinced that Chinese toxic plastic resin isn't baked into it. So--tossed into a Goodwill bag, a staple in my car trunk."
Monday, January 18, 2010
Guest Post: "my memoir--only marge beat me to it"
We're catty, but nice, today here at 365 Things. Thanks, "S"!
"I bought this last spring at a church bazaar, and just finished it last evening. While I do make it a (new) habit to no longer buy, collect and/or hoard books, and use my library instead, this was only a buck and I couldn't resist the title. I am now passing it along to Beacon Reads, the local used book store in town. And I do recommend it! (both the book, and the gerund!)"
"I bought this last spring at a church bazaar, and just finished it last evening. While I do make it a (new) habit to no longer buy, collect and/or hoard books, and use my library instead, this was only a buck and I couldn't resist the title. I am now passing it along to Beacon Reads, the local used book store in town. And I do recommend it! (both the book, and the gerund!)"
Litter by litter
I'm reclaiming space little by little
What: litter champ refills for a cat litter garbage can. It was awesome when we needed it
Last used: December of 2005 when beloved Dick the cat passed on
Why kept: out of sight and they might be useful. We thought about using the Champ for a diaper pail but cleaning it was going to be too much of a challenge
Destination: my friend who introduced me to the litter champ. She is grateful for the liner refills (this is here doorstep where I dumped my liners)
Confession: watch to the litterChamp to grace this blog
Also, I added regifting to the blog.
What: litter champ refills for a cat litter garbage can. It was awesome when we needed it
Last used: December of 2005 when beloved Dick the cat passed on
Why kept: out of sight and they might be useful. We thought about using the Champ for a diaper pail but cleaning it was going to be too much of a challenge
Destination: my friend who introduced me to the litter champ. She is grateful for the liner refills (this is here doorstep where I dumped my liners)
Confession: watch to the litterChamp to grace this blog
Also, I added regifting to the blog.
Days of Whine and Woeses
Ok, someone stop me with the funny. I'll never get any work done today!
What: Two rubber bracelets from www.acomplaintfreeworld.org.
Origin: Grassroots morale effort at the office.
How long kept: Hmmm, I guess mid-year 2007.
Usage: I participated in the project, which was started by our office manager.
Why kept: Out of Sight, Out of Mind.
Destination: Trash.
Confession: This was a good project, well intentioned, but it fell on many deaf ears. The office was populated with mostly good people, incentivized to offer average performance, in a highly political and extremely large organization that no longer exists.
While the group's output was definitely an example of mean reversion in the workplace, we were a Center of Excellence for a number of things, including complaining. The point of the project is to wear the bracelet (one, not two, see last paragraph of this "confession") and to take notice when you complain, with a one day at a time sort of ethos.
Just like 365 Things. When you start to notice something, you can transform it!
Some people wouldn't participate. (Hence I had two bracelets thrust on me. I couldn't say no. Sigh.)
What: Two rubber bracelets from www.acomplaintfreeworld.org.
Origin: Grassroots morale effort at the office.
How long kept: Hmmm, I guess mid-year 2007.
Usage: I participated in the project, which was started by our office manager.
Why kept: Out of Sight, Out of Mind.
Destination: Trash.
Confession: This was a good project, well intentioned, but it fell on many deaf ears. The office was populated with mostly good people, incentivized to offer average performance, in a highly political and extremely large organization that no longer exists.
While the group's output was definitely an example of mean reversion in the workplace, we were a Center of Excellence for a number of things, including complaining. The point of the project is to wear the bracelet (one, not two, see last paragraph of this "confession") and to take notice when you complain, with a one day at a time sort of ethos.
Just like 365 Things. When you start to notice something, you can transform it!
Some people wouldn't participate. (Hence I had two bracelets thrust on me. I couldn't say no. Sigh.)
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Bear Down
What: a Chicago Bears pen that has a little light that projects the logo -- well it used to!
Origin: LTD catalog a few years ago. We let The Boy play with it. Now the logo is missing, the light doesn't light and they pen is not working
Why kept: I'm a die hard Bears Fan but after this season, I can let go of the broken pen. I'll never repair it.
Destination: garbage can
Confession: I have another one ... Somewhere.
Origin: LTD catalog a few years ago. We let The Boy play with it. Now the logo is missing, the light doesn't light and they pen is not working
Why kept: I'm a die hard Bears Fan but after this season, I can let go of the broken pen. I'll never repair it.
Destination: garbage can
Confession: I have another one ... Somewhere.
Guest Post: "Non-rechargeable lemons!"
"These rechargeable batteries have been non-functional for about 2 years --they never worked, and yet still I try. If it's technical, I always think I'm the one doing something wrong. Ya know--this time I think I just bought crap batteries. And since I have been documenting my junk, my Energizer AA useage has probably quadrupled in the last three weeks. So it's time to give these the boot--and while it looks like I am releasing them into "lost in space" here, I will do it responsibly. So into the tech box they go for either 23rd St.Tek Serve (thanks "A") next trip into the city, or a place that is to be researched here in Dutchess County. Not quite out of the house, but out of the wall socket. Of course, I need to buy new rechargeables. But I'm keeping the receipt."
Sometimes, you just have to admit that not all lemons make good lemonade! Thanks, "S".
Sometimes, you just have to admit that not all lemons make good lemonade! Thanks, "S".
Alternate University
What: Contents of a "volunteer" binder.
Origin: Fund-raising training run by my graduate school.
How long kept: Since March, 2005.
Why kept: It was in a binder, which is a variation on Storage Boxes Are Evil. Also a bit Out of Sight, Out of Mind. (Though it was actually fairly visible on my bookshelf, just goes to show me how I look at stuff every day without actually seeing it.)
Destination: I filed a few possibly useful pages into a folder in my business files. A few pages are on beautiful heavy paper stock, and are going into my scrap files for my next Mary Ann Moss journal. The bulk will be recycled by the NYC Department of Sanitation.
Confession: This training had been marketed as some kind of leadership gathering, and turned into an expectation that I phone or write notes to my classmates to ask them for money. I was invited to another "leadership" conference this March: anyone want to bet about whether binders will be distributed?
Bonus: I found a tablet filled with notes from a course I took in 2004. Shred-arama, revisited.
Confession (cont.): Stay tuned for a future release of a number of empty binders, also located on my bookshelf. (Sheesh, I thought I had gotten rid of all of these long before the 365 Things project was even a gleam in my eye!)
Origin: Fund-raising training run by my graduate school.
How long kept: Since March, 2005.
Why kept: It was in a binder, which is a variation on Storage Boxes Are Evil. Also a bit Out of Sight, Out of Mind. (Though it was actually fairly visible on my bookshelf, just goes to show me how I look at stuff every day without actually seeing it.)
Destination: I filed a few possibly useful pages into a folder in my business files. A few pages are on beautiful heavy paper stock, and are going into my scrap files for my next Mary Ann Moss journal. The bulk will be recycled by the NYC Department of Sanitation.
Confession: This training had been marketed as some kind of leadership gathering, and turned into an expectation that I phone or write notes to my classmates to ask them for money. I was invited to another "leadership" conference this March: anyone want to bet about whether binders will be distributed?
Bonus: I found a tablet filled with notes from a course I took in 2004. Shred-arama, revisited.
Confession (cont.): Stay tuned for a future release of a number of empty binders, also located on my bookshelf. (Sheesh, I thought I had gotten rid of all of these long before the 365 Things project was even a gleam in my eye!)
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Happy Shred-iversary to you
What: Guest lists, contracts and invitations for an anniversary party for our parents
Origin: Planning the gala event
Last used: Fall of 2008
Why kept: out of sight, might need it, nostalgia
Destination: the shredding bag, ultimately a shred event (call 1-877-60-Shred or visit Shred-It.com) and the folder that held the stuff was repurposed to hold tax documents for 2009
Confessions: The invitations are a photo invitation, so I filed them with my photos.
While I know it's supposed to leave the house, I'm treating this like an AMVETs pick up. About quarterly they have a Shred Event in our area. During a specific time, you may bring banker boxes, bag and miscellany to these giant trucks. They suck up documents that are to be destroyed into these huge trucks that are outfitted with shredders. Then they recycle it. I find it much easier to bring all my documents to this instead of shredding them myself. Plus it's much quieter in our home without shredding here since I'd have to do it during naptime as we don't leave the shredder plugged in.
E-Waste And My Granola Morning
What: 2 CPUs, software, keyboards, mice, and a range of cordage...as well as 2 phones that no longer worked (broken, unfixable) and a few other bits of electronic flotsam.
Origin: The computers were from a business that closed in 2004. (Ack.) Other stuff, general household stuff.
Last Used: At least a couple of years for real usage...but I did pull some data off of one of the computers almost a year ago.
Why Kept: Inertia and Out of Sight, Out of Mind, as well as I Might Need Them.
Destination: Lower East Side Ecology Center's E-Waste Recycling at TekServe on 23rd Street. The volunteers were incredibly helpful with moving the stuff out of the cab. Thanks!
Confession: One of the phones was also an answering machine, and there was a funny message on it that I wanted "M" to hear. (I figured out how to record it using one of my phone apps, and can email it. Nostalgia.)
Bonus: A friend helped me load this stuff into a cab ($11), and was curious about composting and textile recycling. We took a field trip over to the Union Square Greenmarket, where I dropped a pair of incredibly unflattering jeans (Might Need Them, if hell were to freeze over) and a recently replaced mattress pad.
We then had breakfast at City Bakery. All in all, a crunchy start to the day.
Origin: The computers were from a business that closed in 2004. (Ack.) Other stuff, general household stuff.
Last Used: At least a couple of years for real usage...but I did pull some data off of one of the computers almost a year ago.
Why Kept: Inertia and Out of Sight, Out of Mind, as well as I Might Need Them.
Destination: Lower East Side Ecology Center's E-Waste Recycling at TekServe on 23rd Street. The volunteers were incredibly helpful with moving the stuff out of the cab. Thanks!
Confession: One of the phones was also an answering machine, and there was a funny message on it that I wanted "M" to hear. (I figured out how to record it using one of my phone apps, and can email it. Nostalgia.)
Bonus: A friend helped me load this stuff into a cab ($11), and was curious about composting and textile recycling. We took a field trip over to the Union Square Greenmarket, where I dropped a pair of incredibly unflattering jeans (Might Need Them, if hell were to freeze over) and a recently replaced mattress pad.We then had breakfast at City Bakery. All in all, a crunchy start to the day.
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