This blog started through the cajoling of some friends of mine as I started living trash-free (or produce as little as possible) on 29 March, 2010. The only things that I am not accounting for in my trash are food scraps, soap and toilet paper. The rest, including recyclables of all types, are trash. The project initially started as a year long project, but there is no way to justify to myself or the environment that producing trash is alright. From 29 March, 2010 to 29 March, 2011, I produced seven pounds of trash.
When I started this blog, I didn't know what it would mean to me. At first I thought it was just about trash. But then I quickly realised that these actions are about more than just trash. Trash has provided a wonderful lens through which to view my behaviour, and the behaviour of our societies. I am so lucky to have found this lens, which provides me and others something visceral and tangible to control, while at the same time knowingly and unknowingly controlling and influencing so many other things, like greenhouse gas emissions, toxins in water, and the rape of our Earth. This blog is therefore about how we have continuously pillaged and plundered this Earth, a home not only for us, but for fish and microbes and rocks and air and land and water. But there's more. Each and every one of us can make choices that are meaningful and impactful, and that respect nature, other people and ourselves. My hope is that reading this blog allows us to think of our choices, and act on what we know.
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Look around you — on the street corner, in the Fishbowl, in your kitchen. Waste is all around us. It can be viewed as involuntary and unconscious, as Adrianna Bojrab described in her article “Commit to reducing waste” in the October 21 edition of The Michigan Daily. But at the same time, I would also argue that waste is entirely voluntary. The mere existence of waste and trash points to a choice that we as a society are making. Since it's easy to buy into the status quo, we trick ourselves into thinking there is no choice.
Since March 29, 2010, I have been trying to live a trash-free life. I consider everything except food scraps as trash — that means recyclables are trash, too. I use bags and containers that I owned on March 29 as my only transporting and packaging materials. If I do “need” something, I only buy it from a second-hand store. I refuse before reducing, reusing or recycling.
I realized quickly that most of our trash on a daily basis comes from food packaging, and that buying groceries, flour, fruit and beans in bulk will save much trash from ending up in landfills. I shop at the Farmer's Market and the People's Food Co-op almost exclusively. I carry around a set of silverware and ask the server at BTB not to wrap my burritos in foil. Since March 29, I have accumulated around three pounds of trash, mostly receipts, the tops off of reusable milk jars and stickers off of fruit.
There are, however, other things that I failed to anticipate, such as a broken Pyrex pie dish, and a sparkler from my friend’s graduation party. Each piece of trash I now have has a story for me. Each piece embodies an experience and many lives. Not only mine, but also those of the human and natural resources that went into making them.
I grew up in Mumbai, India, a bustling, multicultural, multilingual city of close to 20 million people. Just like any mega city, the grime there is visible, tangible and never more than a few feet away from you. Yet, I grew up there during a time in which over-consumption hadn't really made its way into the mainstream Indian culture. I am proud to say my parents afforded my sister and me a simple but incredibly happy life, without the truly unnecessary trinkets and gadgets that seem to clutter homes and trash cans nowadays.
After moving to Ann Arbor in 2003 to start an undergraduate degree, nothing much changed for me in the way I chose to live. Living within means and constraints — personal, financial, social and environmental — is something I value. I believe this is the responsible way to live. My first laptop from 2003 is still the same one I use today; it gets the job done. The clothes I wear, as old as they may be, keep me covered, warm and comfortable. New things always come with their tags, bubble wrap and fancy bags — things we will “trash” within days.
When I go to a second-hand store, I choose not to see "old" forks, "refused" t-shirts and "outdated" furniture. Instead, I choose to see all the material, energy, water, time and other resources we have invested in perfectly functional and working objects, objects of our humanity. I don't mean to say that there isn't merit in novelty and fashion. What I am saying is that we should make full use of what we have already, before going out and purchasing something new, untouched and virgin.
Trash is visceral — we feel trash, we smell it, touch it and hear it. When we go out to dinner, we use napkins to wipe our hands. When we crack open a bottle of wine, we rip off the wrapping, hiding the cork and throwing it out. On game day, the yard of a college fraternity house is littered with plastic cups. We hear the early trash collectors with their huge trucks at the crack of dawn, crushing pounds of trash. A trash bin filled to the brim releases a putrid smell that just makes us want to walk away.
Indeed, trash makes its presence felt far more than do our other foes, like greenhouse gases. Take carbon dioxide, for example: When we flip on the light switch, the room is illuminated here, but the odorless, colorless carbon dioxide is emitted elsewhere. How many of us can visualize such an invisible threat?
What does 385 parts per million of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere mean? That means that out of a million, there are 999,615 parts of other gases. Greenhouse gases suffer from a lack of perception. But that doesn't mean trash and greenhouse gases aren't related.
The social, economic and philosophical structures in place that cause the formation of trash and greenhouse gases are the same. Trash is just a different manifestation of the same problem — consumption without limits, carelessness about the future and disrespect for the ecosystems of the present. Trash stems from the choices we make about what to buy and how to live. Trash is about greenhouse gas emissions, toxins in water and heavy metals and dioxins released from incinerators. We have structured our societies and interactions around trash and waste, and have accepted their existence.
No one wants to be around trash, and that’s why places in Canada and the entire city of Toronto ship their trash and waste, more than 400 truckloads per day, to Michigan for dumping. I like to think of trash as water: It flows like streams and rivers along the path of least resistance (those willing to deal with it for the least amount of money) and ends up in puddles, lakes and oceans (landfills). New York City ships most of its waste to New Jersey, Virginia, South Carolina and Ohio — far away places. Many of the semi trucks you see on the highway are actually just full of trash.
Trash is big business, upwards of a $50 billion per year industry, and people have a vested interest in the generation of trash. Yes, in some ways, my project to stop making trash “negatively” affects someone's family and someone's job, in these "tough economic times." But inherently, any activism or choice changes the fabric of what is acceptable and what isn't, which inherently affects our communities and economies.
Many people have asked me about my social life: am I able to go out and be with friends? Where do I go to eat? Am I just a sore thumb when I am with a group of people? In the end, it's about sacrifice. My friend told me the other day that the act of sacrificing is to make something sacred. What have I sacrificed? Not much, to me at least — fast food, packaged pasta and a new iPhone. But what have I made sacred? I have made my Earth, my surroundings and people that deal with the consequences of our behavior more sacred to me.
What does a world without trash look like, and how do our interactions need to change to move toward that vision? Is trash a natural outcome of “modernization?” What would happen if we had to carry around the trash we produced rather than throw it “away?”
Ann Arbor, as many of your friends and family have probably noted to you, is a unique environment that is set up for each one of us to live experimentally and experientially. We have all of the social resources set up in a way that we can choose a project and live it. I would encourage you to think about those things you take for granted, those things that are unconscious to you, raise them into consciousness and act on them. Maybe you can try living trash-free for a week, or maybe even a day. I am waiting to hear your story.
When I started this blog, I didn't know what it would mean to me. At first I thought it was just about trash. But then I quickly realised that these actions are about more than just trash. Trash has provided a wonderful lens through which to view my behaviour, and the behaviour of our societies. I am so lucky to have found this lens, which provides me and others something visceral and tangible to control, while at the same time knowingly and unknowingly controlling and influencing so many other things, like greenhouse gas emissions, toxins in water, and the rape of our Earth. This blog is therefore about how we have continuously pillaged and plundered this Earth, a home not only for us, but for fish and microbes and rocks and air and land and water. But there's more. Each and every one of us can make choices that are meaningful and impactful, and that respect nature, other people and ourselves. My hope is that reading this blog allows us to think of our choices, and act on what we know.
-----
Look around you — on the street corner, in the Fishbowl, in your kitchen. Waste is all around us. It can be viewed as involuntary and unconscious, as Adrianna Bojrab described in her article “Commit to reducing waste” in the October 21 edition of The Michigan Daily. But at the same time, I would also argue that waste is entirely voluntary. The mere existence of waste and trash points to a choice that we as a society are making. Since it's easy to buy into the status quo, we trick ourselves into thinking there is no choice.
Since March 29, 2010, I have been trying to live a trash-free life. I consider everything except food scraps as trash — that means recyclables are trash, too. I use bags and containers that I owned on March 29 as my only transporting and packaging materials. If I do “need” something, I only buy it from a second-hand store. I refuse before reducing, reusing or recycling.
I realized quickly that most of our trash on a daily basis comes from food packaging, and that buying groceries, flour, fruit and beans in bulk will save much trash from ending up in landfills. I shop at the Farmer's Market and the People's Food Co-op almost exclusively. I carry around a set of silverware and ask the server at BTB not to wrap my burritos in foil. Since March 29, I have accumulated around three pounds of trash, mostly receipts, the tops off of reusable milk jars and stickers off of fruit.
There are, however, other things that I failed to anticipate, such as a broken Pyrex pie dish, and a sparkler from my friend’s graduation party. Each piece of trash I now have has a story for me. Each piece embodies an experience and many lives. Not only mine, but also those of the human and natural resources that went into making them.
I grew up in Mumbai, India, a bustling, multicultural, multilingual city of close to 20 million people. Just like any mega city, the grime there is visible, tangible and never more than a few feet away from you. Yet, I grew up there during a time in which over-consumption hadn't really made its way into the mainstream Indian culture. I am proud to say my parents afforded my sister and me a simple but incredibly happy life, without the truly unnecessary trinkets and gadgets that seem to clutter homes and trash cans nowadays.
After moving to Ann Arbor in 2003 to start an undergraduate degree, nothing much changed for me in the way I chose to live. Living within means and constraints — personal, financial, social and environmental — is something I value. I believe this is the responsible way to live. My first laptop from 2003 is still the same one I use today; it gets the job done. The clothes I wear, as old as they may be, keep me covered, warm and comfortable. New things always come with their tags, bubble wrap and fancy bags — things we will “trash” within days.
When I go to a second-hand store, I choose not to see "old" forks, "refused" t-shirts and "outdated" furniture. Instead, I choose to see all the material, energy, water, time and other resources we have invested in perfectly functional and working objects, objects of our humanity. I don't mean to say that there isn't merit in novelty and fashion. What I am saying is that we should make full use of what we have already, before going out and purchasing something new, untouched and virgin.
Trash is visceral — we feel trash, we smell it, touch it and hear it. When we go out to dinner, we use napkins to wipe our hands. When we crack open a bottle of wine, we rip off the wrapping, hiding the cork and throwing it out. On game day, the yard of a college fraternity house is littered with plastic cups. We hear the early trash collectors with their huge trucks at the crack of dawn, crushing pounds of trash. A trash bin filled to the brim releases a putrid smell that just makes us want to walk away.
Indeed, trash makes its presence felt far more than do our other foes, like greenhouse gases. Take carbon dioxide, for example: When we flip on the light switch, the room is illuminated here, but the odorless, colorless carbon dioxide is emitted elsewhere. How many of us can visualize such an invisible threat?
What does 385 parts per million of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere mean? That means that out of a million, there are 999,615 parts of other gases. Greenhouse gases suffer from a lack of perception. But that doesn't mean trash and greenhouse gases aren't related.
The social, economic and philosophical structures in place that cause the formation of trash and greenhouse gases are the same. Trash is just a different manifestation of the same problem — consumption without limits, carelessness about the future and disrespect for the ecosystems of the present. Trash stems from the choices we make about what to buy and how to live. Trash is about greenhouse gas emissions, toxins in water and heavy metals and dioxins released from incinerators. We have structured our societies and interactions around trash and waste, and have accepted their existence.
No one wants to be around trash, and that’s why places in Canada and the entire city of Toronto ship their trash and waste, more than 400 truckloads per day, to Michigan for dumping. I like to think of trash as water: It flows like streams and rivers along the path of least resistance (those willing to deal with it for the least amount of money) and ends up in puddles, lakes and oceans (landfills). New York City ships most of its waste to New Jersey, Virginia, South Carolina and Ohio — far away places. Many of the semi trucks you see on the highway are actually just full of trash.
Trash is big business, upwards of a $50 billion per year industry, and people have a vested interest in the generation of trash. Yes, in some ways, my project to stop making trash “negatively” affects someone's family and someone's job, in these "tough economic times." But inherently, any activism or choice changes the fabric of what is acceptable and what isn't, which inherently affects our communities and economies.
Many people have asked me about my social life: am I able to go out and be with friends? Where do I go to eat? Am I just a sore thumb when I am with a group of people? In the end, it's about sacrifice. My friend told me the other day that the act of sacrificing is to make something sacred. What have I sacrificed? Not much, to me at least — fast food, packaged pasta and a new iPhone. But what have I made sacred? I have made my Earth, my surroundings and people that deal with the consequences of our behavior more sacred to me.
What does a world without trash look like, and how do our interactions need to change to move toward that vision? Is trash a natural outcome of “modernization?” What would happen if we had to carry around the trash we produced rather than throw it “away?”
Ann Arbor, as many of your friends and family have probably noted to you, is a unique environment that is set up for each one of us to live experimentally and experientially. We have all of the social resources set up in a way that we can choose a project and live it. I would encourage you to think about those things you take for granted, those things that are unconscious to you, raise them into consciousness and act on them. Maybe you can try living trash-free for a week, or maybe even a day. I am waiting to hear your story.
