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âThey trade it for your opinions so they can figure out what else they can sell you.â
âSo?â
âSo? If youâre a guinea pig and theyâre sucking your brain out, itâs not exactly free.â
âYou really need to relax, Sabine. Try to get some groping action or something,â she scoffed, turning toward me long enough to roll her eyes. âYouâre like some eco-crazy crazy person.â
âNo, Iâm more like the only sane person I know,â I sighed.
I wanted to be a good influence. I was trying to lead by example. But how could I possibly compete with free stuff?
Apparently being the earthgirl, and actually making a difference in my world, was going to require greater ingenuity on my part. And that was something I definitely know cannot be bought.
Anywhere. For any price.
e a r t h g i r l
[ Oct. 20th | 9:58pm ]
[ mood | confused ]
[ music | I was a daughter I Basia Bulat ]
today i beg and implore you to just say no to fast food. and not merely cuz of conglomeration + healthy eating concerns. for the garbage! gazillions of Styrofoam clamshells for 5 minutes of transport lying in our ocean-sized landfills for decades.
but since iâm not so naive to think the world will stop eating fast food or taking out takeout, i came up with a most brilliant eco-innovation to solve this quandary. edible packaging! and then, to my pleasure, i discovered that it sort of exists. some fabo folks are using corn and potatoes and starch to make takeaway boxes that biodegrade and wonât be doomed to the ground for all eternity.
pretty clever! and kind. so if you must takeaway, then demand more from the businesses you patronize!
[email protected]
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altalake 10-20 21:21
I always carry my spork and Swiss army knifeand even have a plastic container in my pack. Waste not, want not.
Vague-a-bond 10-21 00:22
Me, I like slow food and raw food and always, always, always, local food.
seven_
Vray was sitting with his bandmate buddy Finn in the window seat of the midtown fair-trade all-organic coffee shop heâd suggested as our rendezvous point. I tried not to be too disappointed that he wasnât alone. Maybe Iâd misinterpreted his text message and wished it into a date-date when it was just a casual hanging-out kind of thing.
From the sidewalk it looked like they were in the midst of an intense life-and-death discussion. I was almost reluctant to interrupt for fear I might derail what was certain to be an important train of profound thoughts.
I was considering the best mode of approach when Vray spotted me and waved me over. His serious expression suddenly shifted to the seductive smile, saving me from myself again, and not a second too soon.
âTheyâre hypocrites of the highest order. Itâs beyond disgusting and obviously criminal,â Finn ranted as I approached.
âSounds intense,â I offered, because his breathless indictment of whomever he was breathlessly indicting sounded so passionate and convincing. I didnât even know the topic, but already I was on side.
âBastards are going to rip up the Arctic National WildlifeRefuge to drill for oil,â Finn sighed as he dragged a stool over to let me scooch in between them. So thoughtful and polite, considering his mind was elsewhere on something obviously big and calamitous.
âThey have these rules to protect places and things, but they mean shit when money comes into the picture. Itâs unbelievable. The American
âThey trade it for your opinions so they can figure out what else they can sell you.â
âSo?â
âSo? If youâre a guinea pig and theyâre sucking your brain out, itâs not exactly free.â
âYou really need to relax, Sabine. Try to get some groping action or something,â she scoffed, turning toward me long enough to roll her eyes. âYouâre like some eco-crazy crazy person.â
âNo, Iâm more like the only sane person I know,â I sighed.
I wanted to be a good influence. I was trying to lead by example. But how could I possibly compete with free stuff?
Apparently being the earthgirl, and actually making a difference in my world, was going to require greater ingenuity on my part. And that was something I definitely know cannot be bought.
Anywhere. For any price.
e a r t h g i r l
[ Oct. 20th | 9:58pm ]
[ mood | confused ]
[ music | I was a daughter I Basia Bulat ]
today i beg and implore you to just say no to fast food. and not merely cuz of conglomeration + healthy eating concerns. for the garbage! gazillions of Styrofoam clamshells for 5 minutes of transport lying in our ocean-sized landfills for decades.
but since iâm not so naive to think the world will stop eating fast food or taking out takeout, i came up with a most brilliant eco-innovation to solve this quandary. edible packaging! and then, to my pleasure, i discovered that it sort of exists. some fabo folks are using corn and potatoes and starch to make takeaway boxes that biodegrade and wonât be doomed to the ground for all eternity.
pretty clever! and kind. so if you must takeaway, then demand more from the businesses you patronize!
[email protected]
link                                                                                              read 5 | post
www.naturopack.org
www.nat-ur.com
www.earthshell.com
altalake 10-20 21:21
I always carry my spork and Swiss army knifeand even have a plastic container in my pack. Waste not, want not.
Vague-a-bond 10-21 00:22
Me, I like slow food and raw food and always, always, always, local food.
seven_
Vray was sitting with his bandmate buddy Finn in the window seat of the midtown fair-trade all-organic coffee shop heâd suggested as our rendezvous point. I tried not to be too disappointed that he wasnât alone. Maybe Iâd misinterpreted his text message and wished it into a date-date when it was just a casual hanging-out kind of thing.
From the sidewalk it looked like they were in the midst of an intense life-and-death discussion. I was almost reluctant to interrupt for fear I might derail what was certain to be an important train of profound thoughts.
I was considering the best mode of approach when Vray spotted me and waved me over. His serious expression suddenly shifted to the seductive smile, saving me from myself again, and not a second too soon.
âTheyâre hypocrites of the highest order. Itâs beyond disgusting and obviously criminal,â Finn ranted as I approached.
âSounds intense,â I offered, because his breathless indictment of whomever he was breathlessly indicting sounded so passionate and convincing. I didnât even know the topic, but already I was on side.
âBastards are going to rip up the Arctic National WildlifeRefuge to drill for oil,â Finn sighed as he dragged a stool over to let me scooch in between them. So thoughtful and polite, considering his mind was elsewhere on something obviously big and calamitous.
âThey have these rules to protect places and things, but they mean shit when money comes into the picture. Itâs unbelievable. The American
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