7 Jan 2009
The Problem is the Solution
Related to which, here is a rather nice cartoon from ExtraEthical.com.
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Related to which, here is a rather nice cartoon from ExtraEthical.com.
I often liken breaking our collective and individual addiction to oil as being like giving up any other addiction. My family has now passed its fifth month without a car, and the process of getting used to life with no car has been very similar to giving up drinking or smoking. I can’t for a moment say that it has been easy and hassle-free, but at the same time, we are still here, no-one has starved to death or died of boredom, life goes on, and we are, in many ways, the better for it. What I want to do here is not to give some rosy ‘it’s been so easy’ account of the process, but rather to give a warts’n’all account of where we have got to, in order to stimulate discussion and debate.
A few days before Christmas in Totnes, the monthly Wondermentalist Cabaret shifted its poetic gaze towards Transition…. host and local poet-in-residence Matt Harvey has been making a short film for the BBC about Transition, and so part of the show featured his thoughts on it for the programme. You can hear it using the ‘Traydioplayer’ below. His set also included his rather good Christmas poem.
Since it was launched, Transition Culture has grown its readership rapidly. Until recently it was hosted by the wonderful Oxford-based LumpyLemon, but in the weeks running up to Christmas, the scale of the traffic we have been generating led to their server crashing on several occasions (as you may have noticed). It reached a stage where they could no longer host a site of our size, and so we have had to move home, to a more commercial server. As a result, this site, which has no financial income or support, is now having to pay £20 a month just to exist, and so I’d like to invite your support.
When viewed with detatchment, there is something profoundly sad about the annual deeply stressful and financially impoverishing orgy of Christmas consumerism, as distinct from the far more enjoyable aspect of it, the time at home, time off work, seeing friends and family and so on. My thinking this means that I must be a dreadful pain in the arse to take Christmas shopping. What follows is an account of my forays into the world of the Christmas shopper….