Glamour: fermenting compost and ergonomics
Life as a student is pretty dry stuff these days, between poring over Canadian Census data and spending last Friday night at the library. My bandmate recently accused me of being "clean living to the point of boredom", and he is a policeman.
However, there is some glamour and excitement - we now have Fermenting Compost! The lad and I made it down to the last Kits farmers' market of the season on Sunday to snag some mind-meltingly tasty carrots and to buy buckets and magic bran powder off the Bokashi man. Part of his sales pitch is to show you a bucket of somebody's two-month-old compost, which I guess is supposed to be astonishingly ungross. It was still pretty vile, so I will try hard to empty the bucket more often than that. We've been composting for a whole two days now, and so far so good. I confess to being a little afraid of the fermenting compost bucket in the closet, but our relationship is bound to get more comfortable over the coming winter.
In other riveting news, my dear resident computer expert set me up with an ergonomic workstation. Hunching over the laptop for hours every day was increasing my demands for backrubs to unsustainable levels. A keyboard, mouse and monitor together are rocking my world. Well, they are rocking my desk. My innovative contributions to the workstation include a little box for a foot support and a wrist support made from a sarong, three rubber bands and a paper clip.
Another highly recommended source of relief for bodies forced to hunch over computers is The Office Rat, a blog started by my friend Larry, who is a massage therapist in Seattle. I am a fan of his self-massage tips for sore shoulders, tension headaches and the like. You can sign up for Twitter alerts for new posts. Ah, Twitter. I confess to a bit of an addiction. Short attention span, you see.
Now I'm off to go count the unoccupied parking spots in the parkade and write a report about it. Yes, that is a homework assignment for transportation class.
However, there is some glamour and excitement - we now have Fermenting Compost! The lad and I made it down to the last Kits farmers' market of the season on Sunday to snag some mind-meltingly tasty carrots and to buy buckets and magic bran powder off the Bokashi man. Part of his sales pitch is to show you a bucket of somebody's two-month-old compost, which I guess is supposed to be astonishingly ungross. It was still pretty vile, so I will try hard to empty the bucket more often than that. We've been composting for a whole two days now, and so far so good. I confess to being a little afraid of the fermenting compost bucket in the closet, but our relationship is bound to get more comfortable over the coming winter.
In other riveting news, my dear resident computer expert set me up with an ergonomic workstation. Hunching over the laptop for hours every day was increasing my demands for backrubs to unsustainable levels. A keyboard, mouse and monitor together are rocking my world. Well, they are rocking my desk. My innovative contributions to the workstation include a little box for a foot support and a wrist support made from a sarong, three rubber bands and a paper clip.
Another highly recommended source of relief for bodies forced to hunch over computers is The Office Rat, a blog started by my friend Larry, who is a massage therapist in Seattle. I am a fan of his self-massage tips for sore shoulders, tension headaches and the like. You can sign up for Twitter alerts for new posts. Ah, Twitter. I confess to a bit of an addiction. Short attention span, you see.
Now I'm off to go count the unoccupied parking spots in the parkade and write a report about it. Yes, that is a homework assignment for transportation class.