Dumpster diving has been a life-long hobby of mine. I’m not hard core like some; I don’t dumpster dive food, for example. Not that I wouldn’t if I needed to and I certainly don’t look down on those who do. It’s shameful how much perfectly good food North Americans throw away. No, my dumpster diving these days is more of the “someone else could use that” variety.
If I see furniture or household items or whatever set out on the curb, I’ll take a picture and post it and the closest intersection to https://trashnothing.com.
I dreamed of a time like this. I’ve always hated seeing useful items being thrown away. All those perfectly good tables and chairs, books, ceramic pots, working blenders, just mouldering away in a landfill somewhere. Years ago, before the Web and all its ensuing children, if I saw, say, a great table at the curb—one I couldn’t use but someone else could—there was no quick way for me to spread the word.
My neighbourhood is not snooty when it comes to swapping stuff. There is no shaming of those who paw through our trash. We gladly put out our things at the curb, sometimes with a FREE sign stuck on it, ahead of garbage day knowing that someone in the ‘hood will grab it. And nine times out of ten, they usually do.