Whew, still catching up around here and trying to get back on schedule. Thankfully, journalista extraordinaire Elizabeth tipped me off to a readymade compilation that will have to sub for the weekly compactor until I find some post-trip-report browsing time. Enjoy. And New Yorkers, note that our very own Fresh Kills made the cut! It’s a proud day for Sta’n Islanders.
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trash wonders of the world
Wednesday, November 15, 2006intellectual trash
Monday, November 13, 2006Salut, trashies, I’m back from West Africa and everyday trash is back to everyday living. That’s right, no more exotic trips planned for now and back to our regularly scheduled programming. Thanks for your patience. It appears the world spun a bit more quickly than usual while I was gone: the US government more or less changed hands and violence in Africa and the Middle East bubbled. To lower our blood pressure in the face of chaos, here’s a link to a New Yorker trash piece pointed out to me by my friend salmon.
trash hiatus II
Friday, November 3, 2006My next nonprofiteering expedition is taking me to Burkina Faso, West Africa. Regular posting may be difficult from now through the 11th, but I promise to bring home tales of trash from overseas and hope to post from afar.
images
Friday, November 3, 2006Check it: The California Integrated Waste Management Board keeps an online clip art gallery of waste prevention images.
iFrod
Friday, November 3, 2006Check it, Stay Free! magazine is doing with broken iPods what I want to do with used bridesmaid dresses.
Weekly Compactor (back on schedule)
Wednesday, November 1, 2006
In trash news this week:
- Chicagoans fail to understand/participate in blue bag program, city shuts it down;
- Kenyan eco-activist Wangari Maathai releases autobiography;
- Mystery medical waste found burried in a Pennsylvania mine;
- Vietnamese hospital caught burning and burrying waste as well; and
- Bilateral pact may open the door for Japan to dump trash in the Philippines’ back yard.
Always a bridesmaid…
Wednesday, November 1, 2006
In my quest to find a use for my small collection of bridesmaid dresses, I came across uglydress.com and just had to share. The three red dresses I’ve sported down the aisle are not that bad in the grand scheme of things one might have to buy, alter and wear in public on behalf of a friend getting married. But they aren’t exactly reusable, either.
Just what are we supposed to do with the dress when the pageant is over? I refuse to throw them away and I don’t know any little girls with dress-up boxes (and wouldn’t encourage this sort of gender-specific dress-up item anyway).
My mother, always hopeful about these things, suggested I have the skirt of my last bridesmaid dress shortened and that I wear the apple-red satin ballgown as a cocktail dress. With a triple-layer of black lacey stuff under the skirt and a halter neck, the cocktail party I wore that thing to would have to be on ice (in which case I wouldn’t have right muff for the occasion anyway).
So, I’m left with the aforementioned halter gown, a maroon seperates number (the top of which presumably could be used as the shell of a suit, if I had the sort of job that required wearing suits), a spaghetti strapped ankle-length dress that might have been reusable if it didn’t constitute the physical proof of that time my cousin joined the navy, married a stripper and forced me to be the “red” in their patriotic-themed ceremony. Also, it’s just a little too orange, which always kills a red dress.
I know there are used dress sites, but I’m looking for something bigger and badder ass to do with my collection. An installation project perhaps? A hipster crafts project? Please post any and all ideas as comments.
CFR: Grim News on Environment
Monday, October 30, 2006The Council on Foreign Relations daily brief puts scary findings on global warming, forced migration and gobbling up of natural resources at the top of today’s agenda. You know it’s grim news for the green when reports on the environment beat out three stories on international weapons crises to take the headline.
another tale from the road block
Thursday, October 26, 2006
This will be my last African trash post for a while, or at least the last anecdote from Malawi that I post lest you start thinking the focus of this trash blog has become way too narrow, wonky and/or new agey. Never fear. I actually didn’t return with as many trash stories as I had anticipated for two possible reasons. One, I was working the whole time in my non-trash-related capacity as a nonprofiteer and two, (to state the screamingly obvious) people don’t throw much away in Africa.
I didn’t even see a trash fire, though I looked for them. A couple of times I saw smoke in the distance, but when I asked, the people around me explained that the dry season was ending and they were burning back the fields to prepare them for the pre-rainy season planting.
Most of what I saw were stories of zero waste and recycling. While sitting in front of Ivy’s convenience shack near the road block just south of Kande Beach, I watched a tailor appear out of nowhere and set up his sewing machine on the porch. He pulled out a bag of rags and started piecing them together, remaking old shirts into patchwork swaths of fabric to become new clothing or mending smaller tears in blouses and pants to make them good as new.
The whir of the tailor’s machine lay a pleasant track of ambiant sound beneath the layered murmors of children playing in the dirt road, women chatting while shopping for maize, men gossiping with the tailor and chatting up the women and the forestry worker from the road block coming by to charge his cell phone. I was reading Garbage Land, starting it really, and had just come to the part where the author is describing her quest to produce less waste than the average American. In this chapter, she guiltily throws away old clothes because she already has too many rags and has no other use for the battered cloth.
And then I had one of those useless Western moments that feel like epiphanies, but are really just recognizing the obvious for the first time.
Yes, I thought, we do throw too much away and that would never happen here. What I should do about this sad fact, remains a mystery. Or rather a challenge. One I hope to explore tangibly here–back amidst the excess of America–with this blog.
sanitation ticket blitz caught on tape
Wednesday, October 25, 2006Check out Gothamist’s coverage of Gotham’s latest trash scandal. Thanks for the heads up, Kimberly.
recycling a glass bottle in Malawi
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
On my recent trip to Africa, I found myself at a road block in northern Malawi, five hours before the overnight bus to the city of Blantyre was expected to roll by. I had been advised to flag down the bus there, because it would have to stop at the road block anyway.
Since I had some time to kill, the forestry official at the road block pointed out one of a row of shacks fifty yards away as a place where one might find a drink on a blisteringly hot African afternoon. So, I rolled my suitcase through the red dirt and asked the young woman behind the wire-fenced counter for a coke. She handed me a warm glass bottle and opened it for me. As is the custom in countries that still serve coke out of glass bottles, I drank it there.
Of course, given the hours of free time I had to kill, I drank slowly, sitting on the shack porch for a couple of hours using my suitcase as a bench. The porch didn’t offer much shade, none in fact due to the sharp angle of the sun. I reapplied sunscreen several times and still felt my arms browning and nose pinkening under the direct rays. Local children approached with the usual “howareyou, howareyou” and giggles when I asked them their names and ages. Women in plastic sandals with babies strapped to their backs in printed-cotton slings came up to the shack to do their shopping. Most of them came to buy ground maize, I imagine to make it into blobs of mashed potato consistency that the locals call nseema (the n is silent) and which they eat with kidney bean sauce and fish from Lake Malawi. When they asked for maize, the young woman behind the counter would come out of the shack and scoop the meal into plastic bags from a large burlap sack on the porch and weigh it on a scale hanging from the beam.
Neither she nor any of the women spoke to me. But when I handed her back the glass bottle, through the slot in the wire fence protecting her little convenience store, she handed me a note:
hello, my name is Ivy ______
i am 15 y o
will you be my pen friend?
my address is
XXX
XXX
Campus Sustainability Day
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
From the president of Columbia University:
Dear fellow members of the Columbia community:
On Wednesday, Oct. 25, Columbia joins other colleges and universities around the country in marking Campus Sustainability Day–an event designed to spark discussion and action to reduce the environmental footprint of college campuses. Columbia’s students, faculty, and staff have a long-standing commitment to responsible environmental stewardship–and this day is an opportunity not only to reflect on our accomplishments to date, but to build on them for the future.
The event will take place from 11:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. on Low Plaza and will feature information tables, sustainability kits, and a live Webcast from 12:30 p.m. to 2:30 p.m. linking us with campuses nationwide.
Columbia researchers have led the way on environmental issues worldwide–from El Nino to asthma in urban neighborhoods, climate change, and environmental policy making. Locally, Mayor Bloomberg recently announced an expansion of Columbia’s efforts to advance environmental protection–New York City’s engagement of the Earth Institute to advise its new Office of Long-Term Planning and Sustainability.
This semester, working together as a community, we are taking a fresh approach to thinking about and managing our own environmental impact, with the establishment of the Office of Environmental Stewardship, under the direction of Nilda Mesa. We have a number of new initiatives getting underway. Among these are:
* Examining ways to reduce our energy consumption, limit our greenhouse gas emissions, and obtain power from renewable energy sources in the future;
* Incorporating environmental and energy enhancements in new construction projects at Columbia;
* Improving our recycling practices and establishing composting programs;
* Launching a Sustainability Advisory Council that will include academic, administrative, and student members;
* Expanding the Environmental Stewardship Web site to serve as a virtual forum for exchanging ideas and tips related to the environment and our daily lives.
The address of the site is www.columbia.edu/cu/environment. I invite you to join our celebration of Campus Sustainability Day. It is a good step toward working together as a University to help preserve and enhance the environment of our campus, our community, and our planet.
Sincerely, Lee C. Bollinger
unloading a barge on the Thames
Monday, October 23, 2006
Photo sent in by my friend Ann from her recent visit to London. Thanks, Ann!
Weekly Compactor (long overdue, I know!)
Monday, October 23, 2006This week in trash news:
- A cost-benefit analysis of state requirements to recycle electronics finds that the four states with such programs are making money for all involved, suggesting that a national plan would make megabucks.
- DSNY offers New Yorkers unlimited free compost made from the leaves collected by the city last year.
- The Resource Conservation and Recovery Act turns thirty.
- Bhutan gets $24.6 million from the Asia Development Bank to improve it’s solid waste and water treatment infrastructure.
- Filipino President calls for a greener country.
- An Indiana town council proposes “sniff tests” before stinky mega-farms can be built in their county.
trash coincidence and continuing violence in Northern Uganda
Thursday, October 19, 2006
I forgot to tell you that on my way to Amersterdam (leg one of a long journey to Malawi), I was sitting next to a member of the Ugandan parliament who represents a northern district. She had been in New York trying to raise awareness at the UN about the violent crisis in her region, which she claimed was worse than Darfur. I raised my wrist to show her that I was wearing a couple Bead for Life bracelets. It turns out, she knows the group and is one of their biggest supporters. She lifted her chin to show me she had on one of their necklaces. This little encounter has inspired me to do several things, one of which is host a bead party.
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