July 01, 2002
The Death of Recycling, and Possible Solutions

Those of you following New York City news know that Mayor Mike Bloomberg has rescinded recycling in the city for everything but cans and paper. I haven't been unable to recycle since before Pasadena adopted the practice, which must have been before I entered junior high, and it's filling me with a strange panic. Tonight I went to take out the trash and reluctantly threw the bag of empties in the regular can. I think about the size of the bag, and where all that stuff goes, and how it's not going to go away, ever. And I know I'm not going to see it, so all my waste is just going to build up like problems you have with your boss that you don't talk about. *cough*

I don't want to be responsible for that. I'm not the best when it comes to other everyday leftist things; I don't use compact fluourescent bulbs; I'm generally a pretty poor vegetarian; I eat lots of non-organically-grown produce; and I use tampons, the bleached kind. But I do recycle, reflexively; I even go out of my way to do it. And having my ability to take care of my waste hindered by the government makes me angry like the militias: I want to excercise my constitutional right to the pursuit of happiness unmarred by the worry that I am taking more than my share of the world's resources and using them to make big piles of crap. I'm tired of fighting my government about these things. I'd become a conscientious tax-objector if it wasn't so likely to fuck up your life.

There's a very obvious campaign in this: get together with a few local environmental groups, the active ones from Hunt's Point and Williamsburg/Greenpoint, say; have the neighbors collect their recyclables for a week, and hire a truck to dump them in front of the Mayor's house; call a huge press conference to point out that this house-high pile is just a week's worth, and remind people that this is only what goes to the dump from one neighborhood in the course of a week, just imagine what we do in a year. It's a very visual issue.

However, I do not read the local news, so I didn't have my head up about this one, not to mention the fact that I don't have good connections with those environmental groups. This news hook is going to expire very quickly in waves of red-alerts for the Fourth, and by the time this even reaches my site, which won't happen for a while since it's messed up, any hope of changing this series of events will have passed.

I'm so fscking disorganized. Posted by Gus at July 01, 2002 02:09 PM | TrackBack

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Welcome back, and I like the piling-things-on-the-Mayor's-house idea. Is it Heinäkuu 01 already? Man, this summer is flying by.

Posted by: Roger at July 23, 2002 2:32 PM

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