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I'm fighting with my computer on uploading the beauteous pix of the compost box. Meanwhile, it is now 19 days until Ryan and I are married. I'm officially nervous and out of my mind. Today's task: wedding program and the whole putting-the-mass-together thing. Luckily, I have these brilliant tips from About.com...Enjoy ( Read more... )

As I've mentioned, I coordinate an Earth Day program.  Part of my responsibilites, as I see them, is to anooy the bejesus out of the rest of my co-workers about what selfish, wasteful gluttons they are.  Ok, not really.  But I do like to share my passion for earth-saving with them.  In "all users" email form, in "casual office chatter" form, and in ( Read more... )

Here is my inspiration.  And though I loathe worms when they are on the sidewalk after a rain, I look forward to sharing my back porch--and my food--with them.  Ryan has long been a fan of Rachael Ray's "GB" (that's garbage bowl to anyone who's not obsessed with Food Network personalities), even after his infatuation with her (that voice! that ( Read more... )

I am now the proud owner of a million-ounce Pepsi cup, with lid and straw, from the Chase Park Plaza Cinema.  I can't recycle it, because it's all coated with wax.  And I can't throw it away.  So it's been in the cup-holder of my car since Monday.  I guess I will wash it out and re-use it, if the bottom hasn't disintegrated yet.  (We saw "300."  It ( Read more... )

Footpaths wind through fields of garbage.  The people live in homes made of materials we would discard.  Plastic, corrugated laminate, flimsier than most $5 sleds you can buy at Wal-Mart each winter, are rooves, funneling rainwater into streets, which in turn washes trash down the hills.  Diapers, black plastic bags, rotten food, wash to the lowest ( Read more... )

I had a gameplan for going to the Farmer's Market on Saturday.  I bundled up and packed up some paper bags and some ziploc bags (just in case).  I figure the Farmer's Market has hosted a fair share of hippie shoppers.  Either they were as unsuccessful as I was, or they just aren't that committed.  Purchase number one: 5 lbs. of potatoes (for $1.00 ( Read more... )

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I've upgraded my bag-o-junk to a large, transparent, blue recycling bag that, apparently, my sister stole from the city of Columbia, MO.  It's a lovely bag (pictures to come soon) and big enough to make me...conspicuous.  As I got together with my sister last week, she asked where my bag was and I told her it was in my car.  She informed me that I ( Read more... )

My garbage collection bag is still small, but I figured I had to upgrade from "pockets."  So I have a shopping bag (which I'd saved to reuse).

Item 3: Q-tip.  Around 10:30 last night, I stepped out of my shower and did what I always do: reach for a q-tip.  After getting it in my ear, I suddenly realized what I had done, sighed, and went to find my ( Read more... )