Second quarter.

I seem to have missed three months. And I acquired heaps of new things in that time. Most of it was while travelling, though, and I did tell myself all bets were off while overseas. The trip itself was, though not an object, a very resource-intensive luxury, and by far the most expensive thing I’ve bought all year, but then visiting my relatives also felt like a social necessity.

Purchases, Shanghai:

  • one pair of prescription glasses (which I don’t need just yet but my current ones are beginning to fall apart and I figured I’d need new ones before the next time I could afford to go overseas — they are about a tenth of the price in China that they are here!)
  • one pair of prescription sunglasses (this will be the first time in about ten years I have had sunglasses — I didn’t miss them but now that I have them I realise how much my eyes were straining in sunlight)
  • a shirt, two dresses, a pair of shoes, two necklaces, some underwear (no excuse at all)
  • this book
  • a postcard by a Chinese artist whose name I’ve forgotten and I’m too lazy to take it off my wall to check
  • two ShanghaiPRIDE badges
  • a pair of woollen tights because it suddenly got really cold one day

Other acquisitions

  • a new laptop (gift from my grandparents — amazing!)
  • a bag and a jewellery box from my aunt
  • a bag and scarf from my other aunt

Purchases/acquisitions, Kuala Lumpur

  • this book (I really like the first story and a couple of others, there are some terrible ones too though)
  • some comics/zines by Shieko
  • sticker for an awesome band Shh…Diam! (which I think is also designed by Shieko)
  • 5000 mosquito bites

The laptop is a pretty big deal — and it makes this project kind of redundant, given that it was probably at the top of the list of new things I was considering. It does put me and Felix on a bit of a more equal footing — not that it’s a competition but he came into this project with a new bike, laptop, PSP and other tech while I had a bike I bought five years ago that’s probably 30 years old, Felix’s old laptop, and Felix’s old iPod. For me technology is a bit harder to buy second-hand compared to things like furniture or clothes, because I don’t have the knowledge to judge its quality or the skills to fix it, so I prefer to buy something new with a warranty.

In other news, Felix and I have been struggling with not buying the newspaper, especially on Saturdays, so we keep going out for coffee just so we can do the crossword. It’s been really sweet, actually, making a proper date of it, but obviously it’s not really in the spirit of reducing consumption. I think one effect of the No New Year project is that my extravagant impulses are re-directed towards food (to the detriment of seafood sustainability, it has to be said). Felix and I have told our families not to buy us presents this year, but I think it would be easy to do gifts with No New Year in mind – second-hand goods, or food, or tickets to events.

I had planned an awesome date with Felix on the weekend, where we would go to ACMI Screen Worlds exhibit where you can film yourselves and have a flip book made of your stop-motion scene. And then we realised that the flipbook would be a NNY violation, but this was a case where the idea of the date was almost as good as doing it — which isn’t true for most things, especially not food (I’m reading Dorothy Allison’s Bastard Out of Carolina at the moment, and it has a scene where they’re really hungry and talk about all the things they could be eating – so dissatisfying). In any case, ACMI is always a great date, especially the Mediatheque where you can grab a booth and watch full feature length films for free. My friends disapprove of movie dates but I like them, though probably more when you already know someone. Maybe one day I’ll make a guide for free or cheap dates in Melbourne.

I’ve also resolved some of the issues I had in previous posts. My housemate found some earphones for me in a bin, and gave me her old mobile phone. We also managed to furnish our living room and replace the kitchenware we needed with all second-hand goods. The furniture is pretty exciting: we got a red vinyl four-seater sofa bed, two matching armchairs, a hunter green upholstered three-seater sofa and matching armchair for $60 – that’s averages out at $6 per seat which is pretty good I think. It’d definitely be possible to acquire that amount of furniture for free (from Freecycle, Gumtree or roadside hard rubbish) but given neither of us own cars, it was too hard to co-ordinate it with opportunities to borrow transport, plus we wanted something we really liked — when you live up several flights of very narrow stairs, all furniture is a commitment.

I was thinking the other day how speaking honestly and explicitly about money can be really powerful, how so much economic injustice is buried by this idea that talking about money is bad taste. I think this is mostly a (Western) middle class aesthetic — like in Mad Men (S2E7) when Sally Draper asks her mother, “Are we rich?” and Betty replies that they’re comfortable but it’s impolite to talk about money. My family are fairly open about money — I grew up hearing the bill read out at the end of a meal, and whenever I received red envelopes from relatives, my parents would count the cash so they could ensure they were giving an equivalent amount — but I’ve still been taught a lot of values about money that I’m starting to reject.

Most of them are about being (or seeming) respectable, which is really about not seeming desperately poor — for example, you don’t go through bins or squat or steal because we’re not that poor. And I think there’s something to be said for that, when it’s understood as something like, don’t take things from people who need it more, but it can also be this way to stop poor people from getting what they need out of a sense of pride. When it’s institutionalised — eg when welfare programs means-test or demand other evidence of poverty — it means poorer people suffer extra surveillance and have to trade “pride” and privacy for getting material goods they need.

The inverse is that if you pay for something, you don’t have to account for it — you don’t have to prove why you need it or deserve it — especially if you’re the one “making” the money. I think sometimes when people first start getting paid for work they often pick up this kind of thinking, even if they don’t believe in capitalism, even if deep down they know that having a paycheck in your name doesn’t translate to having “earned” anything. And really the people who are most held to account for their spending aren’t landed gentry or celebrity heiresses or lottery winners or those who did well with stocks, they’re people on welfare. But obviously if you’ve been up all day and night scrubbing dishes or sucking cock or whatever, it does feel like you have to have earned something. Whatever it is, it probably isn’t the right to more resources. I’m not saying that everyone should give away everything they earn — I don’t — but I do think we like to compare our extravagances to those who are far wealthier than us, because it’s inconvenient to think about people who are much poorer instead.

Another thing: good taste is irrelevant — as a justification for spending money, if we’re talking about capitalism and poverty. I mean, throwing a steampunk themed party in a reproduction dirigible where the invitations are in period-authentic type is just as obscene, in this regard, as any tacky wedding with a crystal-laden gown that detaches to show off the bridal g-string and a procession of Hummer limos. They might differ in terms of environmental impact, I don’t have the knowledge to offer you a comparison.

spree

I’ve been in a strange place the last few weeks, having found myself with both more time (the end of this semester’s coursework) and more money (job that pays the cashmoney). And so, ebay.

It’s been what can only be described as a spree, and while I’ve been careful to buy only secondhand things, and things I think (hope) will last me a longtime, I feel much more as though I’ve violated the NNY spirit than with the hardware I bought last week. I’ve bought another straightedge razor (as excessive as it sounds, two are actually recommended – they’re supposed to rest between shaves longer than I usually go without cutting) and a watch (which, as gauche pointed out, was a bad call), a pen (which I think is probably quite sensible – it’s what should be an entirely reliable gold nibbed fountain pen. They’re so much easier to refill than any ballpoint I’ve ever found, and the nib will, with luck and care, last longer than I will). I also got some entirely unnecessary butch street-cred in the form of cufflinks, tiepins and money clips. Oh yes.

The idea with these purchases – at least, the way I have been justifying them to myself – is that there are certain things (pen, watch) which I will need throughout my life, or at least the life I can foresee (bar the apocalypse). I figure it’s worth trying to find some good things, and paying good money for them, if they’re a once-off deal. But perhaps I am just kidding myself, and wanted some bling. Also I went to op-shops; got pants, shirts, even a suit. And shoes. My wardrobe is brand new, and entirely old. It’s quite nice, but I feel now that I didn’t need any of these things. The compulsive purchasing bothers me.

Also.

Batteries are evil. I have a bunch of rechargables, but can’t seem to find them in bigger sizes, so when I brought my boombox to some rally, and realised the absence of volume was an absence of voltage, I felt as though there was no option but to run to the nearest ‘convenience’ store to buy some. Salt n Peppa are the shit but I’m not convinced they were worth it – I didn’t end up cranking tunes on account of boring chanting. The moral of this story is that the presence of convenience stores tricks us (by which I mean me) into buying what we don’t need because the illusion of necessity is compounded by sheer force of presence.

In The Good News, however, I now have aloe planted for the shaving of my face, and a wonderfully ingenious friend has pointed out all the plum trees on the other side of the creek will be ripe in a month or so. Just in time for summer plum wine, a la Riots.

til next week.

Felix.