urban forager

I really like this term, "urban forage." There's so much in it; if we can learn to forage in urbanity, we will start to make better use of the waste that oozes from the pores of the city. It's simple action, and with the crumbling economy, it makes sense to look again at what is already there, begging to be used. Begging to be appreciated.

ACT! went foraging on Thursday last, collecting foodstuffs and turning them into a delicious, if rather scattered and oddly timed, meal to share with each other and with another friend. There's so much possibility here for act!ve solutions addressing problems of social ecojustice. Tiny steps made by a tiny group to contribute to a staggering dilemma, adding up by influence and confluence. Fuck affluence; make love to it, get it to relax and share, to play. Make integration sexy.

What's next? A foraged mural of interconnected tiny scraps of Victoria. Ideas?