Pigsty Project progress

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This CD (Pomme Fritz) is on its way to where it belongs – the garbage heap.  Perhaps it will make future archeologists ashamed of their ancestry.

Today I returned to work after the Holy Week, or nearly a week at least. So the big question is, did I remember the Pigsty Project that I started the last workday before Easter? Yes and no.  I did not consciously remember the project, which consists of trowing away something each day when I return from work (not counting the usual garbage). Even so, I did remember to take the burnt-out fluorescent bulbs to the shop.  This is special garbage that is not allowed to throw along with the usual landfill stuff, but I recently found that the nearest supermarket accepts it.  (They also sell them, so I think that is fair.)  I had told myself to not stop at the supermarket on my way home from work, since I would go there anyway with the bulbs.

For good measure, I carried an empty glass jar with me to the city this morning and put it in a special container for glass garbage.  Yes, we do an insane amount of manual sorting here. I think I read that in America they use machines to sort the garbage. Perhaps it was just in one particular place? This would probably be smarter here too, since I bet normal humans throw a lot of dubious stuff in the main garbage. After all, since nobody sees them, it is OK.   If humans did not operate on that principle, STDs would have been extinct millennia ago.  So they do.

The first day of the Pigsty Project, I ripped and threw away an old techno CD which I cannot imagine ever regretting. Over the next days, even though I did not go to work, I ripped a few more of them. In the process, I also discovered that there was a reason I had bought many of my hundreds of  CDs:  They usually contain one good song.  Although not good enough for me to have played in 10-15-20 years.  I don’t miss them because I have forgotten them, not because they are bad.  (Although some are.  My tastes have changed. Also, I bought some because of their cool covers, which I mistakenly believed corresponded to the music.)

But generally it is true:  When I am about to throw something away, then I realize how good it is. I hope I did mention the stack of New Scientist on my phone table?  I have been making my way through one of them over the past days. That’s the unread ones, I threw away those I had read already.  Since I live in Norway, I don’t think the used book store wants them.  They are not glossy or anything.  (The store takes National Geographic even when in English. But you don’t get much glossier than National Geographic, and there are occasionally pictures of tribal people without clothes, if memory serves. Always a selling point, even here in Norway.)

Anyway, I seem to be on track. Albeit a very slow track.

(I also dragged another 1TB hard disk to the house, but that’s another story… sort of.)

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