Beyond the “3 R’s” of waste

“We all grew up with the 3 Rs: reduce, reuse, recycle. Did you know there are more that we didn’t learn?! Others include: rethink, refuse/reject, repair, rot, and responsible disposal. And remember, these are ordered. You should try to refuse, reduce, reuse, and repair BEFORE you recycle. Recycling wasn’t meant to be a solution on its own.” — Northwest Vermont Solid Waste Management District. (Go here to see their Facebook post with the friendly little green graphics. It’s a good page to follow; they’ve got lots of tips.)

“Refuse” is a personal favorite of mine because it’s a great way to put money in our pocket as well as helping the planet.

It’s not always possible to avoid taking on some product or packaging, but I’m always looking for ways to refuse stuff I don’t need. It’s almost like a little resistance game. We are less vulnerable, more secure, if we don’t have to depend on lots & lots of stuff produced by big faraway corporations that don’t have a vested interest in the wellbeing of our communities.

“Rethink” is another favorite of mine. Interestingly, rethinking often involves reaching back in memory and asking ourselves, “How did people used to get along without this ?”

Sometimes the old-fashioned way actually works better, but we just forgot. Convenience is very seductive and we sometimes just forget the hidden costs.

A fellow landscaper Evolving Landscapes LLC commented on my Facebook, saying they like to include “Restore” as one of the R’s. Yes please!!

Fat soft rain at the “Ant Farm”

Yesterday afternoon/evening’s lovely, leisurely, fat soft rain ended up filling the tubs and topping off a barrel.

The rain gauge sits out front with an easy view of the sidewalk so it offers educational opportunities & visual enjoyment to passersby.

I sometimes joke that my extra-high-visibility urban corner lot is like an Uncle Milton’s Ant Farm, where I am the “ant” being observed by the passing humans as I go about my experiments & data-gathering.

#PorousProperty

Last week’s radio show w Dr Durham

Here’s the recording of last week’s radio show. The Rev Dr. L Ronald Durham has been a great advocate of environmental issues, devoting many hours to environmentally themed shows.

Big caveat: I get really stressed out about modern-day radio, because it involves additionally being on video. I am from the old days where all you had to worry about was how you sounded. I am not fishing for compliments about my appearance or how I am on video; I am voicing a real reality that probably a lot of fellow activists struggle with as well.

All of that said, I am still very very happy to be invited onto Dr. Durham’s show!! As a bonus, it’s his independent show. So I feel more “free to be myself” than back in 2019, when he invited me as guest for a monthly series of eco shows when he was the host of the City of Daytona Beach radio show. (I think we did about 11 or 12 shows.)

I keep saying I’m going to dig those links up, and hopefully I will. I’ve managed to dig up maybe four of the old links and compile them into a post on this blog so people can listen to the old recordings if they like.

After the show I was chatting with a fellow activist / artist. Both of us agree that we are not eager to be on display — we would love it if only our work itself could be on display –but we are doing our job and it’s part of the territory.

Further exploration:

“Liner Notes” from the show – people; organizations:

Thank you to these three local/regional environmental leaders who accepted my invitation to call in to the show today:

Dr J. Cho, Bethune-Cookman University Environmental Sciences Department
Check out her YouTube channel “Halifax river urban watershed”

Shyriaka Morris, @Peace Arts Youth Garden New Smyrna Beach

Suzanne Scheiber, DREAM GREEN VOLUSIA

Also check out the following organizations for information & upcoming events:

UF IFAS Extension Volusia County (for garden planting charts & other growing info; educational events)

Florida Native Plant Society
(Our local chapter is Pawpaw Chapter FNPS)

Florida Wildflower Foundation

Daytona Beach Permaculture Guild (admin jenny nazak — we are mainly an online info hub but we have occasional meetups by zoom and in person)

Ormond-Flagler Permaculture Group (admin Merideth hosts regular monthly meetups — outstanding resource; you’ll love her spectacular seaside garden of natives & edibles)

Heard of plans for community garden at historic Howard Thurman house; not sure of status

Stories depicting displacement, gentrification, destruction of community, cultural erasure:

MOUNTAINS film, by Monica Sorelle
https://monicasorelle.com/mountains (“While looking for a new home for his family, a Haitian demolition worker is faced with the realities of redevelopment as he is tasked with dismantling his rapidly gentrifying Miami neighborhood.”)

Also, meant to mention but forgot, a play titled A Chance for Redemption – “produced by Sheila Kay Davis, written by Lynn Thompson and directed by Tai Thompson – all with direct ties to the Daytona Beach community” (Daytona Times)
https://www.daytonatimes.com/community/a-chance-of-redemption-draws-large-crowd/article_c1786f2a-4e07-11ee-9507-03683f1fae1f.html

And a huge thank you always to radio host the Rev. Dr. L Ronald Durham for being such a steady champion of ecological awareness and practice!

Music & memory

In my other novel in progress, the protagonist dies at the beginning of the story but sticks around afterward to narrate.

(Themes of this book include mother-daughter love & struggle; sisterly love & struggle; forgiveness; alternative subculture; being “in the closet” financially; green burial; composting.)

The protagonist has a song playlist that serves her as a memory catalog of her adoloscent years 11-17. It’s actually IRL my playlist, which serves me in that way. Songs that were popular on the radio during those times. It even helps me clarify between if something happened in the fall, summer, winter, or spring of the given year.

Note, it’s not perfect; my memory at some points is foggy. It’s a huge asset though, and it brings me joy to be able to call up old feelings and smells/atmospheres of rooms, and just how certain times felt.

How about any of you? Do you do this too? Or have something similar?

I actually used to have this playlist on Spotify, but it disappeared the way things do sometimes when your old laptop dies and you go for awhile without getting a new (used) one and can’t necessarily access old apps / accounts once you try again.

Anyway, here is the playlist.

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In my other novel in progress, the protagonist dies at the beginning of the story but sticks around afterward to narrate.

(Themes of this book include mother-daughter love & struggle; forgiveness; alternative subculture; being “in the closet” financially; green burial; composting.)

The protagonist has a song playlist that serves her as a memory catalog of her adoloscent years 11-17. It’s actually IRL my playlist, which serves me in that way. Songs that were popular on the radio during those times. It even helps me clarify between if something happened in the fall, summer, winter, or spring of the given year.

Note, it’s not perfect; my memory at some points is foggy. It’s a huge asset though, and it brings me joy to be able to call up old feelings and smells/atmospheres of rooms, and just how certain times felt.

How about any of you? Do you do this too? Or have something similar?

I actually used to have this playlist on Spotify, but it disappeared the way things do sometimes when your old laptop dies and you go for awhile without getting a new (used) one and can’t necessarily access old apps / accounts once you try again.

Anyway, here is the playlist.

11-17 playlist

Horse with no name – America
Ventura Highway – America
We May Never Pass This Way Again – Seals & Crofts
Me and Mrs. Jones – Billy Paul
Midnight at the Oasis – Maria Muldaur
Rollin Me Down the Highway – Jim Croce
Summer Breeze – Seals & Crofts
Jazzman – Carole King
It’s too late – Carole King
I Saw the Light – Todd Rundgren and Carole King
Hello it’s me – Todd Rundgren
Brandi you’re a fine girl – Looking Glass
Time in a bottle – Jim Croce
Fly Robin Fly – Silver Convention
TSOP – MFSB
Corazon – Carole King
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do – Partridge Family
My Maria – BW Stevenson
Saturday in the Park – Chicago
I’ve Been Searching So Long – Chicago
My Sweet Lord – George Harrison
What Is Life? – George Harrison

Don’t let the Sun go down on me – Elton John
It’s too late to turn back now – Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose
My love – Paul McCartney and wings
Pillow talk – Sylvia
Saturday in the Park – Chicago
Just You ‘N Me – Chicago
Sunshine of my life – Stevie Wonder
Don’t worry about a thing – Stevie Wonder
Ain’t no woman like the one I’ve got – four tops
Until you come back to me – Aretha Franklin
Listen what the Man Said – Paul McCartney & Wings
Kodachrome – Paul Simon
Band on the run – Paul McCartney
Jet – Paul McCartney & Wings
Fire and Rain – James Taylor
Don’t Rock the Boat – Hues Corporation
Brandy – Looking Glass

Philadelphia freedom – Elton John
Changes – David Bowie
Mandy – Barry Manilow
Fight the power – Isley brothers
Pick up the pieces – Average White Band
Living for the city – Stevie Wonder
Black water – Doobie Brothers
Let it ride – bachman-turner overdrive
School’s out – Alice Cooper
Shinin Star – Earth Wind & Fire

Midnight blue – Melissa Manchester
Take me in your arms (Rock me) – Doobie Brothers
My Love is alive – Gary Wright
Someone saved my life tonight – Elton John

Year of the Cat – Al Stewart

I’ll be good to you – Brothers Johnson
Got to get you into my life – Beatles
Moonlight Feels Right – Starbuck
Love will keep us together – Captain and Tennille
More, more, more – Andrea True Connection
Tear the roof off the – Parliament
Uncle Albert – Paul McCartney and Wings
Let em in – Paul McCartney and Wings
Shower the people – James Taylor
Hypnotized – Bob Welch
You’ll Never Find – Lou Rawls
Young hearts run free – Cady Stanton

Lido Shuffle – Boz Scaggs
I Wish – Stevie Wonder
Still the One – Orleans
Teacher – Jethro Tull
Dazz – Brick
Tonight’s the Night – Rod Stewart
Games People Play – The Spinners
Laughter in the Rain – Neil Sedaka
Magic man – Heart
Song on the Radio – Al Stewart
After the Loving – Englebert Humpledinck
I Wouldn’t Want To be like you – Alan Parsons Project

She’s Gone – Hall & Oates
Love will find a way – Pablo Cruz
I’m in You – Peter Frampton
Easy – Commodores

You make loving fun – Fleetwood Mac
Lucky Man – Emerson Lake & Palmer
Always and Forever – Heat Wave
Groove Line – Heat Wave
Disco Inferno – Trammps
My Baby – Paul McCartney & Wings
I Just Wanna Stop – Gino Vanelli
Ffun – ConFunkShun
You’re in My Heart – Rod Stewart
Sometimes When We Touch – Dan Hill
How Deep Is Your Love – Bee Gees
Ain’t No Stopping Us Now – McFadden & Whitehead
Roundabout – Yes

Reminiscing – Little River Band
Fool if you think it’s over – Chris Rhea
Knowing me, knowing you – Abba
Looks Like We Made It – Barry Manilow
Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow – Fleetwood Mac
Two Tickets to Paradise – Eddie Money
Dark Star – Crosby Stills & Nash
On and on – Stephen Bishop
Copacabana – Barry Manilow
Mama Can’t Buy You Love – Elton John

Bye Bye Love – The Cars
Loving, Touching, Squeezing – Journey
Isn’t it time – The Babys
Shake Your Groove Thing – Peaches & Herb
Pop Muzik – M
Money – Flying Lizards
52 Girls – B-52s
Knock on Wood – Amii Stewart
Gone, Gone, Gone – Bad Company
Promises – Eric Clapton
On the Radio – Donna Summer
Fool in the Rain – Led Zeppelin
Escape (The Pina Colada Song) – Rupert Holmes

White lies – Nils Lofgren
Steal away – Nils Lofgren
Ah! Leah! – Donnie Iris
Getting in Tune – The Who
Steal Away – Robbie Dupree
Hold on Loose – 38 Special

I’m not here to be popular

But I’m not here to be unkind either.

I’m here to critique destructive social norms, institutions, things we have stopped questioning but need to question, things we never questioned in the first place but just accepted as they rolled in with their promises of ease and convenience.

Single-use plastic, disposable diapers, a million different detergents and cleaning products, leaf blowers, violently cheap clothing, online cheap everything, chopping down trees to widen roads, thinking it’s not only OK but good to live on a suburban half acre and spend your life mowing it and not be able to walk anywhere, constantly going on cruises and traveling to Europe but not knowing your own local area (beyond the major arterials and big-box stores) or meeting your neighbors. … The list goes on.

Don’t beat yourself up about it — question it!

Our daily (Global North) lives are incredibly destructive to the planet, and they don’t have to be.

I’m not here to make you feel bad; I’m here to get you thinking about what might not be necessary.

If you ever feel attacked or insulted by anything I write or say, always remember that the core of my message is that we have a self-interest in breaking the chains of consumerism.

We forget that convenience doesn’t necessarily bring joy.

We forget that choosing to do without some things can be incredibly liberating and allow much more joy and beauty into our lives.

In my work as a climate communicator, I constantly find myself navigating the tricky terrain between legitimately calling out harmful patterns, vs causing unnecessary hurt. There are times when I reread some thing I’ve written, and I have to revise it because I realize that I have been unnecessarily harsh.

The work we are doing is not a game. We’re either going to get our act together, or we’re not going to get to live on this planet. At the same time, if I say things in such a manner that it causes so much hurt that people can’t even take it in, my efforts will backfire.

I always welcome your questions and comments on anything I write or say. I appreciate the people who have corresponded with me over the years either via email or my social media sites, talks, or what have you.

Bug-out bibliography

The title of this post sounds like it would refer to a list of reference books for evacuation in the event of a zombie apocalypse. That could be a useful thing too! But that’s not what this particular thing is.

This particular thing is a snapshot of my bookshelf. Photos of each section of shelf, accompanied by an inventory list. To me, from my perspective, it’s very pared down. Over the years I have owned thousands of books. But my downsizing impulses, together with time and tide, have prompted me over the years to pare my personal library down to a lean core.

The other day the protagonist in one of my fiction stories (a novel that I have been writing for a long time and am getting ready to share with you later this spring) was making a bug-out list. Her list of books that she would simply have to carry with her even if she had to evac alone on foot. Her list is almost the same as mine, go figure. Unfortunately we would both have to be very selective, because books are heavy.

I love my bookshelf not just for the truth and beauty in the books it contains, but also for its visual appeal. The arrangements of books and a few little knickknacks. If I bugged out, I would have to leave it behind. To floods or fires or fascists or whatever destructive force was driving us to bug out. The sadness of that prospect (even though it’s probably a scenario in my head that comes from reading too many TEOTWAWKI novels) motivated me to at least sort of give my bookshelf a little chance to make a difference by sharing it online.

That gave me the idea to make a little booklet depicting my library visually and as a list. A sort of “these fragments I have shored against my ruins” kind of thing.

This is my indoor, personal library. Not the same as the Little Free Library that I have been stewarding in front of my home for almost 12 years now.

My library does not claim to be all-encompassing. Not even within the specialty fields represented. It doesn’t claim to have all the definitive tomes in each genre. Some of the books, like Skipping Christmas and Colgate’s Basic Sailing, were inherited rather than chosen by me. And yet they are every bit as much a reflection of what I’m about at the core.

(Weird that a person so prone to motion-sickness that she even gets seasick at the movies would have books on sailing, but the ocean is part of me and I love traveling it by armchair.)

There is a book, just one book, that I consider to be missing from this collection. I really need a copy of Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway, because that would be one of the books that would go in my bug out bag for sure. (How foolish I was to give my old copy away. Always thinking I could find another that had the same familiar cover.) Another for sure would be the very slim volume of TS Eliot’s poems.

List of books, left to right top to bottom.

By the way, I once heard that a child who grows up in a “bookish” household with 80 books or more, is much more likely to develop a lifetime love of learning.

Sadly, many households don’t even have one book, let alone five or 10. When I was growing up, we had multiple rooms that contained densely packed bookcases. I can’t say for sure but I estimate the number of books at roughly 500 to 1000. And that was in a military household where we had to move every couple of years! My parents were absolutely passionate about education, and they believed we learned as much in our travels and extracurricular reading as we learned in school. What was great for my siblings and me is that our parents were always learning with us.

My parents were fairly strict, and exercise close control over the most aspects of our daily life. My father would unapologetically refer to our family as a “benevolent dictatorship” (with his characteristic warm laugh).

But one area where they were extremely permissive was in our exposure to ideas via reading. That should tell you something. I think they realized that there was no idea in a book that could harm us kids as much as remaining in ignorance. Even though there were certain subjects that I didn’t necessarily feel free to voice out loud, my freedom to pursue them via reading was unassailed. I can remember at eight or nine years old bringing home a stack of seven or more books from the public library, and novels for adult audiences were always included in my selection. Obviously no librarian at that time (late 1960s, early 70s) felt like I would be harmed by exposure to these topics. They probably figured that either I would completely not understand, or I was old enough to handle it. It pretty much turned out they were right either way. Bonus, I also learned how to look up more information when I didn’t understand something. This should really tell us something as well.

We shouldn’t be so afraid of exposure to unfamiliar ideas and experiences. Either as kids, or as adults. What’s really scary is when some topic becomes a “no-fly zone,” not able to be discussed.

Again, this inventory of my bookcase isn’t anything that claims to be definitive. I’m not saying what books you need to read. This is more like a fingerprint of myself. A book-fingerprint, if you will. That said, I do consider the sustainability-related section to be a fairly nice little core library for that subject area.

The pine cones, old spools of thread, Maine souvenir pillow (from Acadia National Park ca. 1977!), old familiar board games, and other objects are absolutely interwoven with the content of my beloved books. It’s like a thematic collage of the core of my life, or main strands of it, or something.

As for literature, I make no bones about it. I am completely enamored of early 20th century British literature. I have read and loved many books from all over the world and love them as well. But at my core, I’m crazy about Virginia Woolf, TS Eliot, DH Lawrence, Dylan Thomas, and a few select other old friends.

When I traveled to England in the 1980s, a couple years after graduating from college, I felt like all of the books I loved had come to life. Later in life, via the popularization of DNA testing, I would come to find out that I had a lot more English and Scottish ancestry than I ever suspected. So I guess it’s hardly a surprise that I would be drawn to England, Scotland, and Wales, and feel quite at home there, despite my sort of loud and not very British personality.

(I do also have Eastern European heritage which I strongly love and identify with. But for some reason have not yet learned Slovak or any other Eastern European language, or read all that many books from Eastern Europe, other than the obvious Russian literature we were assigned in school.)

As for how I reconcile my awareness of the ravages of settler colonialism with my unrelenting love of its mother tongue, English, let’s just say language is a deep thing.

By the way, in college, those of us who got into 20th century literature were teased by our peers. They called the genre “Suicide Lit.” I mean, for sure, the stories got into some terrain that could be depressing, let’s say. But, for me, the bringing of these themes out into the open was more like “anti-suicide lit.” Help you know you are not alone in the world lit. Give you instant deep companionship lit. (The fact that I would never get to meet those companions in person did not make them any less close to my heart.)

What I love about literature, and reading in general, is how it allows us to transmit human knowledge and experience across space and time. Such a high density of information at quite low bandwidth.

What I love about reading and language is that it really is for everyone. What I hate is when people try to set up little fiefdoms of gatekeeping and elitism. Which unfortunately is all too common in the academic field known as literature.

I’m not going to lie, I probably never once wrote a very good paper about a book. I never was much good at dissecting stories. Rather, I was — and AM — just ever-hungry to take in experiences from around the world and throughout time.

But, of course, long before the printed word existed, oral storytelling traditions accomplished this feat of transmitting knowledge and experience with even lower bandwidth — and obviously a much lower ecological footprint, since no printing or shipping (or electrons and servers) was involved.

Who knows what my role might have been in a culture where writing did not exist. I am not going to lie, my memory for detail has never been great, so I might just have been sitting in the audience. Then again, up to this point in my life, I have mainly been a consumer of writing rather than a producer of books, articles, and other publications.

The great thing about writing is that we can do it at any age. We’re never too old to start. Fiction or nonfiction, the field is always wide open. Everyone: Your readers are always waiting. (I am writing this as much to encourage and remind myself, as to encourage and remind you.)

I read about 80 or 100 books a year. I don’t try to; it just happens. Ends up being about half and half between books related to my field (permaculture design/sustainability); and fiction.

And now here is the list of my bookshelf. I may write some notes next to some of the titles. Hope you enjoy the list and my photos. And thank you for reading this far!

(Stay tuned. I’m going to be making the list as I get around to it. In the meantime, enjoy the photos! This is like a lifetime time capsule or fingerprint of a lot of what constitutes my core.)

Kindness chalkboard

The #resistance takes many forms!!!

I really love having a house on a conspicuous corner lot along a high-traffic street in the tourist area. Lots of people walk by. This blackboard has been a fun thing. Sometimes I forget to keep up, but usually I write some message on it. Last week it said “welcome bikers have fun and stay safe.” Then it said “we are all in this world together” — with a heart. This week it says “welcome Spring Breakers, have fun and stay safe” — with a heart.

Got the chalkboard from a church on my street — they were cleaning / getting rid of surplus, and this chalkboard was in it, and they didn’t want it! I couldn’t believe it but I was happy to take it off their hands! It was originally colored green, but as weather wore down the green surface, I bought a little jar of black chalkboard paint and painted over it.

Also along with writing the messages I try to stay extra aware during event weeks, keep an eye on people walking by and if anyone looks confused or dehydrated offer them water. It’s just in a drinking glass, not bottled, so that’s kind of a novelty for people too ha ha

#501House #porousproperty

PS. A couple of things in response to people’s very kind words.

  • Some of my ancestors gave me a job to do, and the resources to carry it out. I am very fortunate.
  • One thing about kindness that seems to still be a too-well-kept secret is that kindness never just benefits the recipient, it benefits everyone including the person doing it. So it’s kind of a self interest thing too. <heart> Making a net of care, it’s like an umbrella that protects everyone. Our society did not devolve into a low-trust society overnight, and we won’t re-weave it back into a high-trust society overnight. But every one of us who are adding threads to the net, each in our own ways according to skills and resources, is steadily helping with the progress. Thank you everyone for helping in your unique ways!

And I have done plenty of very bad and unkind things in my life, and even though i have done my best to make amends, the memories of what I thought it was OK to say and do to fellow humans and other fellow beings are still extremely shocking and painful to me at times. And, amends will be an ongoing lifelong task. And, beyond that, there’s simply a lot of joy in adding love & care to the world instead of subtracting it.