Dog fish tells me to by a car… apparently.
No impact a possibility?
Just watched No Impact Man, a very interesting documentary about living without impacting the environment. While I doubt I could do this it does give me a lot of insights and ideas on decreasing consumption and waste.
From the No Impact Blog about the year plan to go without.
“You hear of one study saying that the energy used washing ceramic coffee cups is as damaging to the environment as the use of disposable plastic cups that won’t biodegrade for thousands of years. You hear of another that says destroying trees to make paper towels is no worse than using hot water and toxic detergent to wash cloth rags.
Everything, if you listen to conventional wisdom, is as bad as everything else. The spin merchants have got us believing that to try to make any difference is futile. You might as well give up. Throw away another plastic coffee cup. Don’t bother with the hybrid car. Go on, guzzle.”
Another day gone, another memory lost
The more I learn of the present and the potential future the more I seem to disconnect from what was. Can we ever be again? I don’t feel sentimental but I do sometimes feel that while I’m gaining more in some regards I’m losing what I had. I had a great deal of uncertainty, this isn’t to say I didn’t know what I had…which I probably didn’t. Linguistics fail me here but the short of the approximation I aim for is I was once a seeker lost amongst the waves of something much greater. Now I seem to have to become far too hardened and cynical. Not that this is the first time I’ve crossed this axis, I remember those dying days when the existentialism faded and I glared into a nihilistic void.
Now I see I’m simply spinning another web that’s filled with land mines of memory and self deceit. If only I could just relive it for a moment…I’d probably laugh at the empire in the sand that I thought was so great. I don’t know what thought first inspired this rant but there I am out on a tangent watching through the looking glass at what was. I remember my nights four or five years ago. I had such convictions, such angst, such doubt, such more of a connection to pure being. I now remove myself with mental tricks and remind myself of the importance of now. I can’t remember my last midnight walk where the journey was the goal, not a set destination. I know where I aim now and while it is a goal and it will get me where I desire, I don’t think I’m living the travel so much as passing time while it happens.
If what I really need is to reconnect to that then I should I warm up the old Erisian engine and take a trip into the unknown. What is it that the last one stirred up in me? I know it never was better, it simply was another state. Perhaps I need to simply be again… Where to point the compass tonight?
Back when 4am was an everyday. When I had to see the sun before a new day could be.
Hydrofloor…it’s a pool under your floor. Interesting concept, I imagine it’s pricey though. Maybe someday I’ll try to build something like this.
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation
Darkness -Byron
Evacuated Tube Transport, interesting concept. Gets a little preachy at the end. Worth a watch though.
He’s dead, what next?
