Showing posts with label responsibility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label responsibility. Show all posts

Friday, August 7, 2015

Notes on Complicity






Just outside the school
deep roots of ancient wisdom
patiently waiting




He came up to the till. His face, a ruddy red, was sweating from the unVancouver-like heat outside our air conditioned doors; his anger was palpable. It radiated from his eyes, his boxer-like stance and the faint curled lip. He brought up to the cash a bottle of Roundup.

After my greeting I said, Roundup is illegal to use in most communities. Check with your local government before using.

He stared at me, the curled lip broadening into a sneer, I live in North Vancouver.

It’s illegal, I replied.

The sneer almost grinned. He paid for his purchase and left.

*   *  *

He was a small man with roundish glasses and meek manner— my own Walter Mitty alive and well. In a chatty but quiet voice he asked for a refund: my soaker hose leaks in all the wrong places; its defective. I agreed to exchange it for a new one then casually said, I guess it’s a moot point right now with the drought, you can’t use it anyhow.

Oh, he said with light-hearted cheer, I cheat a little.

My colleague and I both stared at him. You can’t cheat, we said, don’t use it.

He looked up, flustered; amazed we would call him on this seemingly minor trespass. He quickly gathered his hose and walked away.

*   *  *

I drove to work the other day because I didn't want to bus and was too tired to walk. No one called me on it… only my conscience.




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Sunday, May 17, 2015

Co-responsibility



A middle aged man, red in face and loose in jowls, talks aggressively into his cell phone on a busy sidewalk: I am not worried about that. I am concerned with giving investors a good return…

Curious what he is not concerned with … Government regs? Environmental protection? Child labour?

* * *

A neighbour appears at my door, flustered and irritated. Are they using chemicals outside? She was referring to the workers pressure washing the driveway of our apartment block. The spray is going everywhere and I have an expensive car.

Curious why she wasn’t worried about her own health (if, indeed, there were chemicals), that of the passer-bys or the myriad of shrubs and trees that share our space.

* * *

I politely ask a customer at my part-time job if he really needs a plastic bag. He is young and has only three, easy-to-carry items. I say: we have too much plastic in this world. He complains; the company sides with him.

Two more strikes and I am out. Oh well.

* * *

I‘ve been getting kind of depressed thinking about how blind we can be as humans; how deep we can sink into our own little worlds and we fail to see the big picture, let alone our neighbours. But then I listened to Ideas with Paul Kennedy on CBC Radio One. My mood lightened up considerably.

Although the show was about alternative currencies the theme coincided with the idea of “co-responsibility” and how to transform societal problems into solutions. The broadcast began with an interview with Jaime Lerner, the former mayor of Curitiba. Mr. Lerner is the inventor of “garbage currency”.

You can listen to the interview here but, in short, about thirty years ago Curitiba, and more specifically its slums, was literally swimming in garbage. Not only did it float by in streams and rivers but children played in the dumps, rats and wild dogs ravaged the debris, and pedestrians walked through it knee-deep just to get home from work. Even the garbage trucks couldn't get through as  the roads were impassable. Today, however, this city in a southern province of Brazil is known as the eco-capital of the world with lots of urban parks, miles of bike paths, and an excellent transit system.

In 1989, Mr. Lerner knew something had to be done ... so he did something radical, he bought the garbage. For each bag of garbage delivered to the land fill by a local resident, he paid the seller bus tokens. Within three months the slums were clean. Then, when he found the landfills overflowing he started a segregation program. It was first taught in the schools but very soon households were separating out organics and recyclables. People caught on very quickly, considered it their "civic duty", especially when they saw the visible effects of newly created parks without the dread of disease and rabid dogs.

Mr. Lerner then took on the bay on which his city bordered. It was filled with trash. He paid fishers for any garbage caught. As the bays cleaned up more fish returned. And, with the money made by selling  recyclables snagged out of the bay, the mayor paid the fishers.

The mayor did not have money for a new transit system. So he worked out a deal with the private sector to buy a new fleet of busses. Investors got paid per kilometer travelled while the city took care of labour and scheduling. The system paid for itself and is now known as one of the best in the world.

The solutions to big problems like pollution, climate change and poverty are within us. We don’t need big money to save us, just a little bit of co-responsibility and thinking outside the box. It can be as simple as just saying no to plastic and walking to the store instead of driving. Every things counts. 

We are the solution.

For another excellent (and humorous) example of transforming problems into solutions check out this one minute video.

Note: Curitiba does have its detractors and some say it has slipped from its eco-capital status. Read here for more info


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Saturday, October 18, 2014

Waste Not; Want Not (a true cliche if there ever was one)



It is a sad day for me. After a long fight for survival and several surgeries (with green embroidery thread and shoe goo), my beloved hiking sandals are no longer able to go on. They have been my constant companion for just shy of two years and, while I know our time together was relatively short, they took me to places of enchantment and challenge, of mud and rock, of… well, to paraphrase Neruda: silence, water, hope; struggle, iron, and volcanoes. My sandals were my passport to adventure. However, life goes on regardless of losing that which we love.

A somewhat inglorious ending but off to the dump they go …

This eulogy brings to mind a CBC radio show I listened to last week: What a Waste. Hosted by Torah Kachur, a PhD molecular biologist from the University of Alberta, it played once a week throughout the summer. Click here to listen to the recorded podcasts or go to the main page and click on any of the icons for a pictographic summary of specific waste issues, fascinating (if not disturbing) facts, and possible solutions.

Did you know, for example, that:

  • On average, humans produce up to 2 liters of urine and 2 pounds of feces every day
  • More people have a cell phone than a toilet
  • E-waste makes up 1% of the landfill but accounts for 70% of the toxic chemicals in them including dioxin, lead, mercury and polybrominated biphenyls
  • More than 1/3 of the food produced in Canada is wasted
  • A person needs between 20-50L a day for washing, cooking and cleaning; Canadians use, on average, 329L per day

Also check out What a Waste’s special labour day broadcast, Waste Warriors. Listen to how one teacher got her middle school students to collect their waste (over the course of a day) into a plastic bag to increase awareness of what they toss; how an Ontario family recycles all their grey water into flush water for the toilet, thereby reducing the waste of drinking water; and where you can find fix-it cafes where people are taught how to repair their electronic items rather than throwing them away.

Which brings me back to my sandals. While it’s doubtful I can recycle these treasures I can, perhaps, reuse some of the structural elements, like the nylon straps and the plastic do-hickies that guided those straps, for some other repair or beautfication. 

My hiking shorts, a continual work-in-progress, might just be needing what once seemed lost. 






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