Reuse, recycle...We are the ultimate compost material. We are born to be green. Follow me here...poof, we're here, and slowly over about 70-100 years, we slowly decompose. And when we meet our final demise, we can have our eyes, our limbs, our heart and other organs recycled. We can even be reused for science experiments for years to come. But if we opt for burial, minus the embalming and hermetically sealed container, our bodies quickly disintegrate into the Earth as if we never existed. The perfect cycle of life, and death.
So if it's inherent in us to recycle, shouldn't zero waste be achievable? Zero waste...
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Friday, March 23, 2007
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Reduce, reuse, recycle…whatever. I’ve heard it over and over, but it’s never been a wake-up call to action for me. I’m no baby boomer, and I can’t figure out if I’m a Gen xer or yer. Probably x. I’ll check. My dad thinks that living in Greenwich Village, NYC automatically qualifies me as “bohemian.” I don’t think that word means what he think it means. And my other label is “treehugger,” which I proudly wear on a sweatshirt. I don’t wear fur; I abhor the idea of animals raised just to flaunt their coats, but hypocritically, I guess, I do wear leather shoes and coats. (Only from the cows I personally eat. Not.)
I subscribe to a vegetarian lifestyle in theory 100%, yet I still eat meat. But I don’t like the idea of eating meat. Maybe I’ll stop again. I did once. Back in grade school, we visited a chicken factory as a school field trip. Whose bad idea was that? All I remember was a bunch of baby chicks with their heads stuck out of crates piled one atop the other. I vowed to quit eating chicken- and did for about 2 years.
I can go for long periods without meat, but I think out of shear boredom, I go back.
I do attribute my healthy eating choices to my sister, who personally is responsible for me eating brown bread. As long as she put cinnamon sugar or garlic salt and butter on it, I would eat it, and it that’s what turned me to the “dark” side. Of bread anyway.
So now – when I’m not eating Little Debbie Swiss cake rolls or Ding Dongs (King Dons) or Girl Scout cookies if the time is right, I’ll eat wheat pastas and breads and actually feel better for it.
But what was my point?
Oh, yeah, what finally makes one switch to a life of reduce, reuse, recycle? It’s easy when your born with a recycled spoon in your mouth- or acquire it early- like the brown bread scenario, but I never really focused too much on recycling. And now, I find myself wanting to consider zero waste and green living. I’m not one to strap myself to a tanker and be the poster child for the green movement, but I’m wondering, If I am a progressive thinker, and I haven’t totally converted, what’s it going to take for this wave to catch on?
Stay tuned…
Reduce, reuse, recycle…whatever. I’ve heard it over and over, but it’s never been a wake-up call to action for me. I’m no baby boomer, and I can’t figure out if I’m a Gen xer or yer. Probably x. I’ll check. My dad thinks that living in Greenwich Village, NYC automatically qualifies me as “bohemian.” I don’t think that word means what he think it means. And my other label is “treehugger,” which I proudly wear on a sweatshirt. I don’t wear fur; I abhor the idea of animals raised just to flaunt their coats, but hypocritically, I guess, I do wear leather shoes and coats. (Only from the cows I personally eat. Not.)
I subscribe to a vegetarian lifestyle in theory 100%, yet I still eat meat. But I don’t like the idea of eating meat. Maybe I’ll stop again. I did once. Back in grade school, we visited a chicken factory as a school field trip. Whose bad idea was that? All I remember was a bunch of baby chicks with their heads stuck out of crates piled one atop the other. I vowed to quit eating chicken- and did for about 2 years.
I can go for long periods without meat, but I think out of shear boredom, I go back.
I do attribute my healthy eating choices to my sister, who personally is responsible for me eating brown bread. As long as she put cinnamon sugar or garlic salt and butter on it, I would eat it, and it that’s what turned me to the “dark” side. Of bread anyway.
So now – when I’m not eating Little Debbie Swiss cake rolls or Ding Dongs (King Dons) or Girl Scout cookies if the time is right, I’ll eat wheat pastas and breads and actually feel better for it.
But what was my point?
Oh, yeah, what finally makes one switch to a life of reduce, reuse, recycle? It’s easy when your born with a recycled spoon in your mouth- or acquire it early- like the brown bread scenario, but I never really focused too much on recycling. And now, I find myself wanting to consider zero waste and green living. I’m not one to strap myself to a tanker and be the poster child for the green movement, but I’m wondering, If I am a progressive thinker, and I haven’t totally converted, what’s it going to take for this wave to catch on?
Stay tuned…
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