whisperpeir | Boycotts, sleep tracks, and room taming

I'm sitting at the keyboard and posting something, dagnabit. Here's a list of moments from the past week:

I wrote down all the ways I interact with the 13 companies prioritized on the BDS movement's website (prompted by Randa, a Palestinian teen surviving with her family in Gaza). I learned more than I expected from the exercise, made some immediate changes, set new boundaries for future purchases, and have plans to transition a few services to alternatives. The No Thanks app has a helpful barcode checker for in-the-aisle decision making. Learning and acting is on going.
Sleep audio is a helpful way to quiet the inner monologue, and listening has become an important part of my personal night routine. Unfortunately this can backfire in a big way if the audio is too engaging or, worse, finding the right track tuns into a multi-hour scroll session. To mitigate this, I've begun mixing my own audio in Audacity using noises.online and sitcom episodes. On the to learn list is how to make voices sound like they're coming from another room as in these videos.
"Where it is Easy to Do Good" by Everest Pipkin + Cookies Bakery is a magical, video game related combo. "The work was hard and tedious. But my friends, programmed for endless kindness as I oriented myself in this new place, were soft and generous and forgiving. They truly didn’t want anything from me but to see me succeed. We were all in it together." (How I interact with games is naturally on the brain given the boycotting efforts. Microsoft devours indie game makers and uses game pass profits to enable mass surveillance with horrific consequences, recording "a million calls an hour.")
CSS for DreamWidth still got me stumped. The browser's night mode leaves the background an eye-searing gray and Dark Reader bulldozes my prefers-color-scheme media query. I'll keep fiddling.
For all the faults of my shit-hole, roach infested, leaky apartment, this is the first home in my life where I have a whole room whose function is completely up to me. It has become something of a catchall for depression mess in the past year, so I've started excavating. Here's a preview of the satisfying progress—it's so nice to have access to the closet without having to move the bike.