Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Fuck Global Industrialists

As I grow older, I find myself increasingly pissed off with the effects of globalisation. It appears to equate with land grab, money grab, law of the jungle, scary monopolies (think Monsanto), and the poisoning of both the planet and us. And that's just for starters.


As a result, I have decided to act with my credit card in my own small way. The cost of organic food has come down so I now do nearly all my food shopping in a local organic supermarket and buy mainly local, seasonal fruit and veg. Most of the best nutrients are to be found in the skin of fruit and veg, it's a shame that with non-organic produce you have to peel it because that is where the concentration of pesticides and other toxic chemicals is highest.

You can no longer rely on some labels such as country of origin. I saw that a Chinese company bought a Provençal tomato factory that made tomato purée. The tomatoes are grown in China where there are few regulations (and we all know how reliable the Chinese are when it comes to food safety), transformed by a factory nearby, then shipped to France where the purée is conditioned in pots. It's labelled Produce of France but is about as French as Peking duck.

For meat, I've decided we should eat less but better quality. No more supermarket meat from animals kept in horrific conditions god knows where, and slaughtered god knows how. I go to the village butcher who can tell me where and how the animals were reared, and that they were slaughtered humanely. When we don't eat meat, I try and create vegetarian meals that appeal to my carnivorous sons. They moan about the lack of meat, but eat up anyway because they are actually pretty tasty!

I'm fed up with industrialists taking the piss, endangering our health and the environment for profit and power. Fuck 'em.

Bleach is an environmental and health bugger. I didn't use much before, but I've now stopped buying it totally because there really is no need. We don't need to live in a sterilised home and become prey to the slightest bug. Even my stained white sink can be whitened with lemon juice.

The other day my stock of Carrouf eco dishwasher tabs had run out. Should I buy more or make my own? I decided to test out a recipe I found here on the internet to make either a powder or tablets. I got a large preserving jar and poured in the washing soda, citric acid, baking soda, and sea salt. Muggins here used 'dirty' salt which, I realised once it was too late, has a high humidity content.

The ingredients reacted to the water and bubbled up. It was terribly impressive, a bit like a white lava flow as it poured out over the top of the jar. I had to keep prodding it back to stop it taking over the sink. Eventually it calmed down and I was able to shovel it into ice cube trays, leave it to dry and then shake them out and store in a jar.

They work really well. Used with white vinegar as a rinsing agent, they are just as effective as anything else, and do not harm the water system.

When my current eco house cleaner runs out I'll make my own (p.21), and washing up liquid too.

Not only is less money going to the Big Guys, but DIY products costs much less to make than buying the commercial stuff. Less for them, more for me = win-win!

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Eating Income

Apparently there is a lucrative market out there for human fat. It's worth $15,000 per litre to the cosmetics' industry. These ladies must be worth 500K at least, and they are by no means exceptional in their fatness. The world's population is exploding with the morbidly obese, many of whom complain that they are discriminated against when looking for a job.

Well, fear no more, mega-fatties of the world. There is hope. A lurid tale from South America has drawn attention to the market in human fat. The Times today has an article about a Peruvian gang who lured victims into the jungle, killed them, removed their limbs then heated them upside down to harvest the fat in large vats. They've been at it for 30years!

Frankly though, why go to all that trouble? Cosmetics companies could simply have a deal with the nearest liposuction clinic where at least they'd be sure that the fat was being removed in sterile conditions.

Just think of the job opportunities for the obese of this world. They could do what they love best - eat for money. The more they eat, the more they earn. Sounds too good to be true though. I have a nasty feeling that if word got around, the market would be (polyun) saturated in a short time and prices would be forced to drop to unsustainable levels of burger consumption.

If this is all making you feel a little queasy, and it does give a new twist to the concept of a 'fat farm', you might think it's high time you turned to making your own cosmetics. Not with a syringe and your own chunky thighs mind, but with natural ingredients such as olive oil, coconut oil and rosemary essential oil.

It's becoming quite the rage, including in France, and there are lots of websites dedicated to teaching you how to make skin creams, shampoo, tonics and face masks. Having looked at them, it's all quite a faff so for the dedicated rather than half-hearted eco-warrior, I'd say. If you're interested, Google 'making cosmetics' and you'll come up with a good selection.

Excuse me while I go tot up my fat cat $$ potential. I have a few bills to pay...

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Too Many People

As I write this, I'm sitting overlooking la Baie des Anges where a yacht is in full sail and moving gently and silently (from here) towards the port of Nice. It's sunny and mild and not at all like last year when the weather was systematically dismal, cold and wet. Apparently this is more typical Nicois weather... Good thing too, I say.

Yesterday my TWDB and I braved Leroy Merlin, a huge DIY store in the flat, ugly river valley, to buy a few bits and bobs. Actually I loathe DIY. This gut-related reaction dates back to having had to participate actively in the building of a house that was going to be sold because of divorce. DIY has terrible associations for me and I vowed never EVER to have anything to do with it ever again. I'm like that, I make ultimate statements.

Mind you, I was feeling a tad physically queasy as we went around the aisles. The place was heaving. They'd had 600 people in two hours there and the staff were already wilting. Not only were there a lot of people wandering around trying to find what they wanted - never an easy task in a DIY shop, but the aisles were pretty narrow and very high. If you weren't claustrophic when you went in, it'd be a miracle if you didn't become so once inside.

You see a lot of life's rich tapestry inside Leroy Merlin, from the rank amateurs who really have no idea why they are there, to hardened DIY-ers who come prepared with SUVs and trailers to carry off planks of wood, building materials and other essentials to spending time up a ladder/covered in paint/in an uncomfortable position straining muscles you never knew you had. Real professionals go first to professional suppliers because the mark-up at LM is quite shocking.

Having got out without spending much on very little, we stopped by at Carrouf Market for some lunch essentials, and came out vowing never EVER to go to that particular branch EVER again. We're like that, we make ultimate statements.

Why? Because too much of life's rich tapestry was squashed inside, doddering about, getting in the way and being really annoying. Someone had broken a bottle of squash which had not been cleared up, so as we walked around, we made irritating sticky noises. As we came out, some jerk with an over-inflated opinion of himself parked right in front of the shop blocking a car that was due to leave. It was some sort of a bastardised, specially tuned Mercedes 190 (= old) with ridiculous polished chrome super wide wheels, and on the front, one of those leather bug protectors you see in the US. Inside was a mess, and the guy that strutted out of it had to be 70 if he was a day. The mot juste that sprung to mind was 'tosser'.

This quite made my day and reconciled me with the horrors of LM and Carrouf Market. I chortled to myself about it all the way home on the back of the Suzuki 1400MEGA cool bike belonging to my TWDB.

I'm like that, little things please little minds...