4) I have several hundred CDs sitting in a box in my house. They’re all useless. Most of them are software that’s long become dated and isn’t even fit for giving away. But they have a lot of mass, and I can’t bring myself to dump them into a garbage can. There are a few companies in the states, where you can mail unwanted CDs, tapes, electronics, and other media that is otherwise hard to dispose of. Rather than throw them into a landfill, they break these things up, process them, and use the materials in plastics. I’ve been waiting a few years for such a service be widely available to Canadians, though the process doesn’t seem lucrative enough to entice investors. I’m sure an investor with the right facilties could get contracts with some municipal governments interested in diverting more waste from landfills.
5) In a lot of industries which were typically focused on mass producing products and services to a large anonymous audience, personalization and personalized products seems to be the next huge innovation. I’m not talking about those pens that say, “Bort” at the souvenir shop. Rather, fully personalized PCs, websearch, clothing, purses, home renovation, tivo, eh wot. These products and services allow the customer to claim ownership to an expereience on a personal and intimate level that the black Lack table at Ikea can’t quite offer (jsut about everyone has that damn thing). Some passing thoughts of markets that haven’t really tapped into a deep level of personalization though could likely benefit (not too niche): a brick and mortar hip clothing store where every item is personalized ala neighbourhoodies, personalized action figures in an individual’s likeness, or legal music mix CDs burned for you on the spot while chilling in a cafe. Some that tried but seemed too stupid: basketball shoes, personalized content on any non-amazon or friendster website, various your name on [rice|poster|dog|left nut], and although they’re never meant to make money those damn internet polls: what [soprano|vegetable|type of rock|FM frequency|gelatnous sweet] are you?
6) A comic book store! There are already a lof of these around town, but nearly all of them are run by tight-ass jerkwads. When the condition grade of your inventory is more important than pleasing customers, you just make me want to run a better comic book store than yours and run you out of town. This would probably be as fun/nerdy as work can get.
Waiting for the bus for forty-five minutes on Friday at McCowan station gave me a lot of opportunity to observe my surroundings. One particular image is still fresh in my mind, even though it’s three days old.
A woman, in her thirties, obviously took care of herself. Well groomed, hot black heels, with a long beige overcoat and matching dress pants. She had arrived at the station to realize that her ride wasn’t there to pick her up yet. It was much too cold and misty to stand around outside, so she patiently waited inside, like the rest of us civilized folk waiting for the bus to arrive.
In anticipation, her long slender fingers pulled out a cigarrette from it’s mint cardboard box. The box was probably half empty, but you would never have known from its pristine condition. Obviously, you can’t smoke inside a TTC station, so she just stood there, cigarette in hand, idly watching for her husband/chauffeur to arrive curbside, a mere five metres away.
A few minutes pass. My bus is nearing half an hour late, but the woman’s ride arrives much closer to its expected time. She rushes out the station door, quickly lights her cigarette with a lighter, takes one puff at the curb and tosses an otherwise fresh cigarette to the ground, adding to the litter on Toronto’s streets.
She hops into the minivan, which promptly takes off to a no doubt more relaxing environment.
I can only presume that the woman at this point has another new cigarette, in her hands, waiting for the car to arrive home so she can take another puff before she steps through her front door.