Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Global Worming

Inspired by my attendance at environmental events and workshops and my reading over the past year-or-so of such fantastic sites as Bentley Christie's
http://www.redwormcomposting.com/
and others of similar earthy appeal, I determined to look into how to set up my own family vermicomposting system (optimistically figuring that perhaps a background in the arts would be as useful as one in biology...). Having barely mentioned this to some friends, family, and coworkers, I was offered some two hundred worms for FREE by a kind associate of mine!

I frantically read up on every possible way to store and feed my new worms and eventually settled on a large Rubbermaid bin as a starter home. Holes drilled around the sides, potting soil, compost, waste food, and shredded newspaper bedding prepared, I added some 3/4 of my worms to their new home, reserving the rest in the smaller original container as backups should I decimate their brethren. Contrary to my fears, continually pulling back my layer of moist shredded newspaper to add more family waste food was all that was really necessary to promote a population explosion over about two months that I would estimate to be at least tenfold.

The worm bin has been what I consider to be a great success. It only occasionally smells worse than I think it should, it encourages some pretty interesting conversation, it's allowed me to share some worms with family, and it's even got my mother saving bags of waste food in the freezer for my bi-weekly-or-so visits.

Having put out feelers for a possible restaurant to supply me with large amounts of waste food for my outdoor experiments, I was told by a friend that the head chef at a local restaurant called Calories would be happy to meet with me. He was, and my excitement about attempting my own version of the trench composting idea was met with equal enthusiasm. The chef described municipal waste management strategies in Germany that demand separation of food from other garbage prior to pickup on penalty of large fines. He very much supports local environmental initiatives and has given me a sense of affirmation where many others give either confused or bemused looks.

I wanted to be sure that this wouldn't become an uncomfortable situation for the restaurant (particularly the kitchen staff) so we discussed having four labeled 16 litre buckets on rotation that I could pick up each time two were filled. Wanting the process to be as simple as possible, I printed my cel number on the labels themselves with instructions to simply text "Full" to my number any time they were ready for pickup. The chef suggested that they could sit outside overnight, and that anytime I can't make it, all I need do is let the staff know with a phone call that the buckets should go into the cooler (if I would be there within ~48 hours) or the trash (if I couldn't make it within a reasonable period). Later I met with the owner, as well, and she was also on board with the plan.


So far my pocket has buzzed "Full" multiple times, I have added some of the restaurant waste to a typical back alley compost, and I've poured seven 16 litre buckets of waste food into three sections of trench in my backyard. One section has had red wiggler worms from my indoor vermicomposter added and the other two have not. More detailed descriptions of the worm bins themselves, as well as the trenches and my experience with restaurant composting, will follow in future posts.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Would you like to see a picture?

Yeah...me, too. Ponder for a moment that plugging my camera into the computer and pressing a few buttons and keys often feels like "too much effort." What world am I from? And how many of you non-existent readers catch yourselves thinking the same? Well. Here's to tomorrow and a post complete with uploaded photos (sips from empty mug).

Boiling water for hot chocolate takes too long. At least tonight.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Ugh (the 1st) Let's start with a stream of consciousness:

Save these, they can go out of the way for(ever)now.
Fix that, it's still good.
Do this right now, and this? And THIS?
Future's full of do it nows.
And boxed spaces.
See them while they're in town.
Ask her before you forget.
Nobody takes these.
The trash collector does.
Write it down (add to list? start new?)
Pocket buzzes a reminder (5 min snooze).
Call before they're closed - how much is it there?
List lined pockets.
What is needed to finish this?
Sleep on it.
Clean up first.

So begins Lessbad, my attempt at chronicling, cataloguing, and ranting about my various attempts at achieving balance in my life, family, and environment. I expect that even the act of doing this is going to throw off that balance, but here goes...