October 22, 2021
"Terms like 'curb alert' or 'first come first serve' are discouraged. You are not putting your stuff on the street hoping someone claims it..."
"... before the trash truck comes. Instead, you are intentionally 'gifting' your possessions.... [M]embers are not allowed to trade or barter, as each object is seen as a gift independent of anything else.... The giver is encouraged to let an offer 'simmer' for a period of time, selecting a recipient for some reason other than being the fastest one to reply. Members who raise their hands ask to 'be considered,' and may offer a compelling reason for wanting, say, a table lamp. Or maybe they’re asked to tell a joke, or pick a number, and a winner is chosen.... Ms. Lightman... has given.... a fish taco that she ordered but did not eat, and dirty water from her 30-gallon fish tank. Her husband doubted that anyone would want dirty fish water. But he was quickly proved wrong, as the nutrient-rich brew makes for excellent fertilizer."
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Those wacky New Yorkers. I do not have the time to put trash out like that, email about it, monitor the replies, and choose the "lucky" recipient. Because I have a life to live.
Come on, man... Poverty is kweul. Corn Pop was a solidly middle class gentleman of the Colored Persuasion until I beat him up over yonder at the municipal cee-mint pond. Then he got hep to pauper-ocity. Yowsah! 23-skiddo, y'all!
The elites will soon be eating out of garbage cans to demonstrate how woke they are. Good.
"I don't want to buy anything, sell anything, or process anything. I don't want to buy anything sold or processed, sell anything bought or processed, or process anything bought, sold, or processed. Mostly, I just wanna hang with your daughter." -- Lloyd Dobler, "Say Anything"
"Inside the World of Buy Nothing, Where Dryer Lint Is a Hot Commodity"
Otherwise known as 'Joe Biden's Economy'.
Spontaneous order (or ordure). Read in Steven Johnson's "The Ghost Map" about how the vast sewer that was the Thames in the mid-18oos spawned a whole ecosystem of pickers, gleaners, muckers, and other specialists who retrieved and recycled literally everything from the mud when the water was low.
Objecting to perfectly good terms like "curb alert" gets my BS meter humming, but overall it sounds like a good service. I've had mixed experiences with my own curb alerts, as sometimes the first person there is a scrap collector or someone else who I'd rather not have given my stuff to, so the opportunity to vet the person would be a plus.
This is that rags-to-riches thing that gets recycled every few years.
The last iteration was a guy bargaining his way from a paper clip, through several transactions, and into a house. Yeah....that shit never happened.
This is right up there with the it's-better-to-rent-than-buy-a-house story that gets dusted off every few years. The report is usually presented with stick-it-to-the-man ideology.
Once again, making a virtue of necessity.
Sounds like the old Queen for a Day TV show. Four women went on TV and told a sob story. The audience voted for the best sobs, and the woman who won got a new washing machine. Only this time the prize is someone else's junk.
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