Showing posts with label green. Show all posts
Showing posts with label green. Show all posts

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Questions


Has green living created a class system? Of sorts?

A world where we all take on different shades of green to reveal just how earth friendly we actually are?

Think about it.

Are there green snobs? Those who wear a darker, richer shade of green than others?

I'm just asking.

In our home we use the right light bulbs, recycle, attempt to compost in George's handmade composter, have replaced paper towels with microfiber cloths, have reuseable water bottles and won't buy bottled water, purchase recycled toilet paper, use green cleaners and rechargeable batteries, own one car, donate unneeded belongings and try to repurchase second-hand in order to cut down on waste, and are doing our best to make changes that better our lives and our environment.

And yet, we're not totally there.

Zane wears disposable pullups: although I am delighted to say that while wearing underwear in the house today he took the initiative to do the deed on the toilet. I like my skin care products: they are not all natural or organic or paraben free. Alot of paper doesn't get recycled: just check the trashcan under my desk. Food gets thrown away every day: I didn't polish off the entire box of macaroni and cheese today - the last remaining bits found a new home in the trash. I can't afford to go organic and shop exclusively with local farmers: Whole Foods is out of my league. And yes, sometimes, I throw away plastic bags.

Does this make me light green? I ask because sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, I feel sub par when in the presence of the kelly green's of our world.

Maybe it's just me, but I sense the lingering scent of an "us" and "them" mentality.

Is it just me?

So, what shade of green are you?

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Rules of the Road

I won't presume to know what it must be like for cyclists to maneuver along roads filled with driver's that seem unaware and ignorant of their presence. I have heard the stories of bike collisions with automobiles, and I openly admit that they have tainted my desire to pedal up, and this fear has probably trickled down to my children, as I've not been too quick to get them comfortable on their bikes either. And with gas prices as they are, when I mentioned to George that he could ride his bike to work, I was met with, "Are you kidding me?" a reaction based on the lack of respect that we've witnessed driver's having towards those who make their way around Evanston on two wheels (or 4 if your count the Burley on the back).

So, before I continue this post (as you know darn well there is a "however" or an "and yet" coming straight at you . . . but you do have the choice to swerve away from this post if you must), let me admit that as a driver of one of those cars, I too haven't always been the most patient of our cycling friends.

And yet . . . (ha, there it is . . . I warned you), there is a completely other side of the relationship between cyclist and driver that must be addressed.

And that, my friends, is the relationship between the driver and the idiot cyclist.

Yes, idiot.

I was the victim of a little cycling road rage today. Funny thing is . . . I was following the rules of the road and my dear friend with the mouth and no helmet, was, well, not. It was a showdown of "Rules of the Road" vs. "Who Rules the Road." And clearly, he thought he did, and thus he slung his expletive right into the open windows of my car to make sure I knew how he felt.

You see, ahem, sir, when two moving vehicles are traveling down a very narrow road, say, going East, and you are traveling on your bike towards those moving vehicles, say, going West, and there are parked cars along your path ON YOUR SIDE OF THE ROAD, impeding your route, it is generally accepted that one should wait until the moving vehicles (who, while in transit, have already reached the parked cars and are in the process of passing them) have actually cleared those parked cars, RATHER THAN MAKING THE ATTEMPT TO SQUEEZE YOU, AND YOUR BIKE, BETWEEN A MOVING VEHICLE AND THE PARKED CARS WHILE YELLING "THANKS, B&*^%!"

You're welcome.

He just didn't want to stop. And yet, had I stopped, he would have still had to maneuver in between me and the parked cars, as there was nowhere for me to pull over to the right. So, common sense would say, "Oh, there are two moving vehicles coming straight towards me, and my path is impeded by a parked car. I'll just wait for them to pass and then I'll move about on my merry way. La, la la."

Nope. Instead, let me just spit some foul language, and endanger my safety by refusing to yield.

Your choice.

It's situations like this one that infuriate me.

And not only did I experience this bozo today, but yet another cyclist who while actually waiting behind a line of cars at a stoplight, began to yell, "Let's go, people!" the second the light turned green. Yeah, hi, first of all, they can't hear you as their windows are up to keep in the A.C, and secondly, if you need to travel more quickly, perhaps you should think of driving. Or get a Vespa.

Wait, I'm not done. Then there was the kid on a bike who didn't slow down or stop at the corner, instead choosing to fly into the intersection that I was approaching. And the family of four biking down the road; the children in helmets, and the parents without. Hello? Mom? Dad? You're not much help to those children of yours with a head injury.

And this is why I get upset.

I'm all for biking. I'm all for saving energy and fuel. We are now a one car family for goodness sake. We get the reasoning behind having less cars on the road. We're "in". And yet, if biking is going to really make an environmental comeback, the rules of the road are going to need to be enforced, for, (and yes, I'm saying it), all accidents between bikes and cars are not always the fault of the one driving the car.

So, while I will stay off the bike lanes that have been placed in various places around Evanston, and will look both ways, and treat you, the cyclist, as I would any other moving vehicle, I expect the same from you. You need to stop at intersections, as I do. You need to follow the rules of the road, as I do. You need to curb your road rage, as I do . . . when my children are present.

We're going to have to work together and watch out for each other. As there will most likely be more of you on our city streets as our gas prices soar to $5.00/gallon, and yet, those of us with cars aren't going anywhere.

So, watch yourself, the road, and other drivers.

And get a helmet while you're at it.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Green Discipline

Prior to breaking into a discussion about the plight of polar bears, I found Harper disciplining Scout in the kitchen. I'm not sure what Scout had done to receive a wagged finger in her face, but Harper was dead serious as she exclaimed,

"Scout, that's your global warning!"

I was pretty surprised that my earth-savvy daughter, had confused the phrase and its context, but I soon found out it was just a slip.

"No, Mom, I know what global warming is. I was just pretending."

"What is global warming, Harps?"

"It's pollution that is melting the earth. Ice is melting where Polar bears live and they are dying."

When I was growing up everything was about nukes and the U.S.S.R. We had air raid drills. I remember these fondly, because I always tried to get next to the cutest boy in class, Doug Brown, while we cowered in the hallway for drills.

Now, it's the actual air that is killing everything off.

I'm glad they talked about this in school on the very day that the news reported that polar bears have now been added to the endangered species list.

My kid will grow up to be more earth conscious then I will ever be. Although I am trying to do my part daily.

Let's just hope Scout gets with the program and doesn't receive anymore global warnings. If she's going to live in this house she better be a green dog and get on board and follow suit or the finger wagging will continue.