Get beyond the White Picket Fence.
Live adventurously.
Give of yourself and your abundance -
serve God and get immersed in community
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Designing the cereal box
Created by: Online Graphic Design Degree
This has come from Maria Popova
who can be found at
Brainpickings
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Rubbish and recycling : creativity and art
I do my bit to rescue rubbish one way or another.
I have even been known to turn it into art.
But there is greater imagination and skill exhibited in these pieces.
Above is Spring Collected 111 by Sally Mill
Below is the from the Rescued Rubbish Art Project.
For more pictures and to find out more about the project, please go here.
....I would suggest that the next thing will be a silk purse out of a sow's ear
but I'm a vegetarian.
Docklands, George, and Spirit of Place
I believe quite strongly in a sense of place. It first impacted me about thirty or so years ago. I worked as a manager in a place where the CEO could have quite problematic relationships with staff. I had been away on leave for about a month. On coming back to town, I found it necessary to pop back into the office a day or two before resuming work. I entered the building and the whole place felt like sharp knives and needles were protruding from the walls. It was a powerful feeling. I asked one of my staff if what I felt was true. My staff member said that things had been very bad while I had been gone.
Fast forward a few years. Another city, another job. Driving one day in my work-provided car, I heard a Jungian analyst Jean Shinoda Bolen speaking about place. What she was saying struck a chord with me. You see, ever since that first dramatic impact I noticed that I was sensitive to place - feelings, moods, happenings that indicated the life and spirit of place. I pulled over to the side of the road so I could pay attention. What Bolen was saying confirmed my feelings. After that, I have always taken seriously my feelings about place and have been confirmed many times in my assessment of the spirit of a particular place, building, environment.
These remarks background my feelings about Docklands, an inner city urban development or redevelopment in Melbourne - the city where I now live. I have walked through Docklands on a couple of occasions. I find it depressive and oppressive. Beijing South I call it - because it reminds me of the vast stretches of high rise apartments I have seen in Beijing.
Melbourne and Victoria have justifiable reputations for gardens and natural beauty. Yet, as I walked through some of the developments in Docklands I wondered if Melbourne would be able to maintain this reputation. In some places, I wondered if the sun would ever hit the soil to grow anything.
On one of my visits, I walked along the esplanade across the water in the picture above. It was about three o'clock on a mid-week afternoon. What an environment of misery that was! Empty coffee shops. Almost no people other than me.
I know there are huge sections of the population wanting an inner city lifestyle with access to arts venues, great restaurants and coffee shops, and walking distance to work. But is Docklands what they really want?
Now all of this I attributed to my minority tastes and my acute sense of place. I have never expected many others to share my feelings. But lo and behold, the top story on my screen at The Age site to-day is this.
Fast forward a few years. Another city, another job. Driving one day in my work-provided car, I heard a Jungian analyst Jean Shinoda Bolen speaking about place. What she was saying struck a chord with me. You see, ever since that first dramatic impact I noticed that I was sensitive to place - feelings, moods, happenings that indicated the life and spirit of place. I pulled over to the side of the road so I could pay attention. What Bolen was saying confirmed my feelings. After that, I have always taken seriously my feelings about place and have been confirmed many times in my assessment of the spirit of a particular place, building, environment.
Victoria Harbour development in Docklands, Melbourne
Melbourne and Victoria have justifiable reputations for gardens and natural beauty. Yet, as I walked through some of the developments in Docklands I wondered if Melbourne would be able to maintain this reputation. In some places, I wondered if the sun would ever hit the soil to grow anything.
On one of my visits, I walked along the esplanade across the water in the picture above. It was about three o'clock on a mid-week afternoon. What an environment of misery that was! Empty coffee shops. Almost no people other than me.
I know there are huge sections of the population wanting an inner city lifestyle with access to arts venues, great restaurants and coffee shops, and walking distance to work. But is Docklands what they really want?
Now all of this I attributed to my minority tastes and my acute sense of place. I have never expected many others to share my feelings. But lo and behold, the top story on my screen at The Age site to-day is this.
George Savvides is a savvy man, indeed.
Read the comments to the story.
70 of them at 10am.
And then there is the poll.
Here it is at 10 am.
Between reading what George says and reading the comments,
I know I am not the only one who is conscious of
a sense or spirit of place.
Further reading:
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Iain treated me to coffee - from across The Ditch
Life is Like a Cup of Coffee
posted 10/09/10
"A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.
Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite.
He told his guests to help themselves to the coffee.
After everyone had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said, 'If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups have been taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.
Be assured that the cup adds no quality to the coffee.
In most cases, it is just more expensive, and in some cases, even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup. But you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups to see who had the best one.
Now consider this...
Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee.
Savor the coffee, not the cups!
The happiest people don't have the best of everything.
They just make the best of everything.
Live simply.
Speak kindly.
Care deeply.
Love generously.'"
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Share This!Saturday, September 24, 2011
A not so miscellaneous Karen Andrews - distinctive in red shoes from Savers
Published with the permission of Karen Andrews @Miscmum
My first connections with Karen Andrews are buried somewhere in the mists of time. I started blogging back in 2005 and perhaps it was in the following year, after following her for a while, that I met her face to face at the Horse Bazaar at a meetup we attended organised by ProBlogger (Darren Rowse).
Back in those days, Karen's children were small. The blog did not look like it does now (what long term blogs look the same as their original versions still?) and it was called, if memory is correct, Adventures of a Miscellaneous Mum. Karen's determination was quite clear way back then. She was determined to write and be recognised as a writer.
My guess is that Karen is not, even yet, where she would like to be but she is well along the road. Just look at the brief bio - Author, publisher at Miscellaneous Press (some marvellous clues to determination and the literary world in that story), unapologetic personal blogger...and, of course, a dedicated mother and wife as well. Behind each of those activities is a great personal story...a narrative of a determined and talented life.
All serious professions demand determination and talent but none more so than the literary world: a world of break ins and break outs, of genres and personalities, where effort and talent can sometimes be unrecognised or insufficient. There are the schools and courses where learning takes place and people can meet or be met....but not even the best students in these halls of learning are always the successful ones. Then there are the literary festivals and assorted literary talkfests - and here Karen is starting to break through along with a particular blogfest as well.
A new blog design has hit the digital world this week. I am often up and at my email early enough to see the latest post drop in. I frequently marvel at the pithy quality of a brief post/paragraph and detect that somewhere, sometime in the previous PM Karen has taken time to craft carefully this handful of words to ensure their professional quality and adequacy. I envisage her doing this with the noise of kids in the background or in the unusual peace once children are breathing their deepest in the realms of sleep.
As followers and readers of Karen know, there is something about the feet. The cheeky person finished up barefoot at one literary talkfest. Now we have a picture of her shod in red for the princessly sum of $6.99.
Please take note of Karen Andrews. She is on the right track in so many ways. And one day, you will - like me - be able to say: now, I remember when.....
Further reading:
Choosing a right livelihood: the power of No
Photo by Miss Eagle
It reminds me that some of life's greatest lessons
are learned slowly and from an angle.
One of my favouritest bloggers is Leanne who writes Hazeltree Farm. Leanne used to be an inhabitant of the Land of Oz but crossed The Ditch and now lives just outside Dunedin in the South Island of New Zealand. I thought this post by Leanne so appropriate to discussion on this blog that I asked her permission to use it here. She has graciously given it. Thank you Leanne.
~~~~~~~
WEDNESDAY, 26 AUGUST 2009
Choosing a right livelihood
Can a person truly be green if their day job destroys the planet or is part of the war machine? And what should they do about it?
The ethics of working in the mining industry
I used to work for a mining consultancy firm back in the 1990s.
I was in charge of their library, cataloguing all the mining documents, and did some administrative work too. It was a good place to work, the people were lovely, they treated me well, and I was paid reasonably. I have good memories of the place.
This was when I lived in Australia. The mining sector is at the heart of Australia's economy. The mining sector represents almost 20% of the Australian stock exchange, with almost one third of the companies listed. To say that it is important to Australia's economy is an understatement.
Yet mining is also devastating to the environment.
At the time, I was in my 20s, and only a fledgling "greenie". I was making the connection between the coal mines my company was profiting from and the environmental issues I was starting to vocalise about politically, but I was still quite happy to work for the company. After all, I wasn't the one doing the mining!
I remember my supervisor having a notepad on her desk that bore the logo "Everything starts with mining." She had little time for activists.
As she said, quite truly, the activists turn up to protests on their metal bikes and ring each other on their mobiles and our whole society (Australia) is all supported by coal-fired electricity. Nothing they do would be possible without mining.
Babies or bombs?
Fast-forward five years. I was working for a software company as a technical writer.
Much of the work this company did was related to the military, developing the software for such things as UAVs. UAVs are Unmanned Aerial Vehicles, which have various military applications such as bomb delivery systems.
My ethics were becoming more and more uncomfortable. Finally, in the middle of 2006, I made the hard emotional connection between the software I was working on and the clever weaponry killing babies in Iraq. I looked at my own baby son, and knew something was very wrong with how I was earning a living.
I quit my job. I moved into the education sector, into a position at a University. I vowed to myself that I would never again take a position where my ethics were compromised. And I never have.
Some people would say I was wrong to quit my job at that software company. After all, I was just a technical writer - I wasn't the one buying the weapons, or selling them! I was just doing the writing. How innocuous is that?
But I was a contributor. In a very real sense, I was part of the massive military machine that is responsible for millions of deaths around the world.
Can we be green or peaceful if our money comes from polluting businesses or the war machine?
Are we green if our income is from the mining industry?
Do all our efforts to live simply and ethically count for nothing if we have a big dirty secret in every check we receive each fortnight?
And how can we hope to be peace-loving people if we march in protest on the weekend, but design intelligent weaponry 9 to 5 on weekdays? Does it matter where our money comes from?
Should our living be in accordance with our values?
"If I didn't do it, someone else would"
There's this incredibly true line in Dr. Seuss's The Lorax, when The Onceler says, talking to himself,"The things that you do are completely UN-good!
Yeah, but if I didn't do them, then someone else would!"
This is the excuse that we've all used at some stage. If we didn't do it, someone else would. It's also allowing the rule of the lowest common denominator to guide our actions.
By following this rule, we're saying that we'll do anything that someone else will do, simply because some other mythical person, somewhere else, will do it. We're shuffling ourselves down to the absolute lowest level of ethical behaviour.
In the end, I wasn't happy being part of the problem. I didn't want to earn my living supporting a company that profited from finding better ways to kill people.
At least part of the reason we become environmentally aware in the first place is because we want to make things better in the world. We want to leave the world in better shape for our descendants.
Ethics are a full time job
I can't have part-time ethics. I can't try to be green at home, but turn a blind eye to my day job. Being green has to be part of everything I do, or I'm a hypocrite.
At the moment I'm a stay-at-home Mum. There are heaps of areas of my life that are works in progress regarding environmentalism. My whole life is a "work in progress!" Isn't everyone's?
But if we don't look at where our income is coming from, we're missing perhaps the biggest area of all.
There is almost always a choice!
We're lucky to live in wealthy countries, where people have a huge choice of occupations and earning possibilities.
Sometimes we have to change careers altogether, and that can be a frightening prospect. I've changed career path three times already in my life, and worked in half a dozen companies already - and I'm only in my thirties! But if we are not willing to change in order to make our world a better place, we may as well give up the fight for our planet here and now.
If you're in a career field that is truly unsustainable, now is the time to move paths. Quit while you're ahead, and explore options for sustainability and happiness. Only you know what you'd love to do, and what you are capable of. But times are changing fast, and industries that pollute and foul our world are on borrowed time.
When I left that software company all those years ago, I was afraid. I didn't know what lay ahead of me, and didn't know what a new job would entail. But I'm glad I made the move.
Since then I have moved homes, cities, and countries. And changing jobs seems like such a little thing now. But such a positive move!
A positive future
I'll close this post with a dream and a hope for the future.
Just imagine, for a moment, if everyone in the world said no.
If we all of us said that we will no longer work in companies that pollute the world, and make bombs that kill babies. That we won't mine coal and export water. That we won't design GM terminator seedsor chemical weapons. That we won't build that next nuclear reactor. And that we won't chop down that virgin rainforest.
Every transformation starts with one person. We can transform our world - we really can - but to do so we need to be honest about every part of our lives, including the part where our money comes from.
--
Cluttercut - Green simplicity
The ethics of working in the mining industry
I used to work for a mining consultancy firm back in the 1990s.
I was in charge of their library, cataloguing all the mining documents, and did some administrative work too. It was a good place to work, the people were lovely, they treated me well, and I was paid reasonably. I have good memories of the place.
This was when I lived in Australia. The mining sector is at the heart of Australia's economy. The mining sector represents almost 20% of the Australian stock exchange, with almost one third of the companies listed. To say that it is important to Australia's economy is an understatement.
Yet mining is also devastating to the environment.
At the time, I was in my 20s, and only a fledgling "greenie". I was making the connection between the coal mines my company was profiting from and the environmental issues I was starting to vocalise about politically, but I was still quite happy to work for the company. After all, I wasn't the one doing the mining!
I remember my supervisor having a notepad on her desk that bore the logo "Everything starts with mining." She had little time for activists.
As she said, quite truly, the activists turn up to protests on their metal bikes and ring each other on their mobiles and our whole society (Australia) is all supported by coal-fired electricity. Nothing they do would be possible without mining.
Babies or bombs?
Fast-forward five years. I was working for a software company as a technical writer.
Much of the work this company did was related to the military, developing the software for such things as UAVs. UAVs are Unmanned Aerial Vehicles, which have various military applications such as bomb delivery systems.
My ethics were becoming more and more uncomfortable. Finally, in the middle of 2006, I made the hard emotional connection between the software I was working on and the clever weaponry killing babies in Iraq. I looked at my own baby son, and knew something was very wrong with how I was earning a living.
I quit my job. I moved into the education sector, into a position at a University. I vowed to myself that I would never again take a position where my ethics were compromised. And I never have.
Some people would say I was wrong to quit my job at that software company. After all, I was just a technical writer - I wasn't the one buying the weapons, or selling them! I was just doing the writing. How innocuous is that?
But I was a contributor. In a very real sense, I was part of the massive military machine that is responsible for millions of deaths around the world.
Can we be green or peaceful if our money comes from polluting businesses or the war machine?
Are we green if our income is from the mining industry?
Do all our efforts to live simply and ethically count for nothing if we have a big dirty secret in every check we receive each fortnight?
And how can we hope to be peace-loving people if we march in protest on the weekend, but design intelligent weaponry 9 to 5 on weekdays? Does it matter where our money comes from?
Should our living be in accordance with our values?
"If I didn't do it, someone else would"
There's this incredibly true line in Dr. Seuss's The Lorax, when The Onceler says, talking to himself,"The things that you do are completely UN-good!
Yeah, but if I didn't do them, then someone else would!"
This is the excuse that we've all used at some stage. If we didn't do it, someone else would. It's also allowing the rule of the lowest common denominator to guide our actions.
By following this rule, we're saying that we'll do anything that someone else will do, simply because some other mythical person, somewhere else, will do it. We're shuffling ourselves down to the absolute lowest level of ethical behaviour.
In the end, I wasn't happy being part of the problem. I didn't want to earn my living supporting a company that profited from finding better ways to kill people.
At least part of the reason we become environmentally aware in the first place is because we want to make things better in the world. We want to leave the world in better shape for our descendants.
Ethics are a full time job
I can't have part-time ethics. I can't try to be green at home, but turn a blind eye to my day job. Being green has to be part of everything I do, or I'm a hypocrite.
At the moment I'm a stay-at-home Mum. There are heaps of areas of my life that are works in progress regarding environmentalism. My whole life is a "work in progress!" Isn't everyone's?
But if we don't look at where our income is coming from, we're missing perhaps the biggest area of all.
There is almost always a choice!
We're lucky to live in wealthy countries, where people have a huge choice of occupations and earning possibilities.
Sometimes we have to change careers altogether, and that can be a frightening prospect. I've changed career path three times already in my life, and worked in half a dozen companies already - and I'm only in my thirties! But if we are not willing to change in order to make our world a better place, we may as well give up the fight for our planet here and now.
If you're in a career field that is truly unsustainable, now is the time to move paths. Quit while you're ahead, and explore options for sustainability and happiness. Only you know what you'd love to do, and what you are capable of. But times are changing fast, and industries that pollute and foul our world are on borrowed time.
When I left that software company all those years ago, I was afraid. I didn't know what lay ahead of me, and didn't know what a new job would entail. But I'm glad I made the move.
Since then I have moved homes, cities, and countries. And changing jobs seems like such a little thing now. But such a positive move!
A positive future
I'll close this post with a dream and a hope for the future.
Just imagine, for a moment, if everyone in the world said no.
If we all of us said that we will no longer work in companies that pollute the world, and make bombs that kill babies. That we won't mine coal and export water. That we won't design GM terminator seedsor chemical weapons. That we won't build that next nuclear reactor. And that we won't chop down that virgin rainforest.
Every transformation starts with one person. We can transform our world - we really can - but to do so we need to be honest about every part of our lives, including the part where our money comes from.
--
Cluttercut - Green simplicity
Friday, September 23, 2011
Help! I am being buried under Junk Mail
Help! I am being buried under junk mail.
I have a problem which to date appears intractable. It is junk mail. I could solve my problem by putting a NO JUNK MAIL sticker over my mail box. However, I don't want to do that. You see, there is a certain economy surrounding the production and distribution of all that junk mail.
The two major players (and, Dear Reader, please advise me if there are others you know about) are PMP and Salmat. And then there are all of these. There are all their employees organising, printing and publishing junk mail. Then there are the walkers - or in more polite parlance the 'leaflet distributors'. Walkers are the people who actually walk the streets putting the printed material in mail boxes.
Now I could try to fix all this in one fell swoop with the NO JUNK MAIL sticker. However, doing that might not stop the material arriving, as Jim Schembri has pointed out as well as Stilgherrian.
The main reason I don't want to put up the NO JUNK MAIL sticker is that there are people whose livelihoods are dependent upon this industry. I have had an elderly neighbour who is a walker and I have a friend from church who is a walker (in fact, a nice middle class single lady who, in my imagination, might not be the usual demographic). In my view, being a walker is not an occupation that people would take up lightly - especially, if some other form of work or income was available to them. Here are a couple of sites which give an idea of what is expected of walkers.
What I would like to see is something akin to the Australian Government's Do Not Call Register. However, I don't want an all or nothing situation. I want an opt in/opt out situation whereby the consumer could select the types of advertising to be received. For myself, the only forms of advertising I would chose to receive are those from Woolworths, Coles, Aldi, Bunnings and Officeworks. I don't want material promoting real estate, clothing, toys, takeaway food, cars and automotive products, or Australia Post.
Advertisers seem to think that they have the right to inflict their promotional material on the consumer without the consumer being given any choice in the matter whatsoever.
So a couple of months ago I decided to embark on a one woman campaign on this. I rang PMP and Salmat. I contacted ADMA. I contacted my local councillor and state member of Parliament. Not a chink of daylight anywhere in these communications.
Over at Ethical Consumer Guide, Nick and Janet Ray have written of their experience with Junk Mail.
It may be that my only recourse is the NO JUNK MAIL sticker and then I would have to embark on a campaign to get that enforced, it would seem..
Further reading:
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Green Renters - sustaining lifestyles in rental accommodation
However, sustainable lifestylers who are renting have to be proactive, determined, consistent and imaginative. It can be done ... but sometimes one needs a little help from one's friends. Green Renters are doing their best to be good friends. First explore their website. Next have a look at their workshops.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Involuntary simplicity - with maximum economic force
I look at this picture and it reminds me of when I supported the boycotts against apartheid in South Africa back in the 1970s. I have never been to South Africa but to me it looks like photographs from segregated communities in apartheid South Africa.
The sad, horrible thing is that the photograph above is from 21st century Australia. The Northern Territory. Where we stigmatise Aboriginal people.
Where we boss them around.
Where we give them a specific card, a sort of economic passport
which defines status rather like the the pass laws of apartheid South Africa.
And where we sing
Advance Australia Fair.
Aboriginal people have served as a social laboratory for the major political parties of Australia - the Liberal/National Party under John Howard which governed from 1996-2007 and the Australian Labor Party under Kevin Rudd and then Julia Gillard which has governed Australia since the end of 2007 and now governs by the skin of its teeth in a hung Parliament.
Both sides of the political coin have supported this evil, sinful public policy.
Now this system is to be extended further to urban black people and others dependent on the social security system through Centrelink.
We have become a nation which stigmatises people: Aboriginals, refugees and asylum seekers, the poor. We are forcing people to simply live .... living, to put it simply, in dire and insecure circumstances depriving children of their future and the elderly of meaningful care and support while confusing and placing impositions on everyone else. Then there are those who simply live a sort of death-in-life process because their wounds have meant addiction to grog and drugs or criminal offences which walk them through prison gates.
In all this, successive Australian Governments have played fast and loose with the Racial Discrimination Act which purports to give effect to Australia's responsibilities under The International Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Racial Discrimination (ICERD).
We in Australia are hypocrites.
We in Australia are people not to be trusted.
For we Australians, our word is not our bond.
Monday, September 19, 2011
SIMPLICITY - OR "HOW TO ENJOY NOT HAVING TO BUY STUFF"
Samuel Alexander
SIMPLICITY
- OR "HOW TO ENJOY NOT HAVING TO BUY STUFF"
Thursday 22 September
7pm to 9pm (break for food at 8pm)
Manningham Council Chambers,
Civic Offices, 699 Doncaster Road, Doncaster
Samuel Alexander from Simplicity Collective
speaking on Voluntary Simplicity
“The affirmation of simplicity
arises from the recognition that very little is needed to live well –
that
abundance is a state of mind, not a quantity of consumer products or attainable
through them.”
Bill Pemberton from Scarab Solutions
speaking
on local ways to simplify your life
Bookings/details: 9840-9124 or eepadmin@manningham.vic.gov.au
EVERYONE IS WELCOME BUT BOOKINGS ARE ESSSENTIAL
Conscious Consumption: Fashion
It is about living an ethical lifestyle in terms of fashion. To whet your appetite, here are some of the headings in the post:
Green Consumerism
Less is More
Fibres
Labour
Vintage Fashion
End of Life
Developing an ethical lifestyle means thinking, reflecting before acting:
- thinking of the consequences that might ensue from your action/s;
- reflecting on the moral implications of what you are doing or about to do.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Wastemindedness and Australians
Human waste is a major problem in the 21st century. Across human history we haven't been too fussed about where we have disposed of the waste of our daily lives and work. After thousands of years, particularly the last few hundred since the industrial revolution, our history is catching up with us in the form of our detritus.
Waste is costing us money. Waste is despoiling our environment and exposing ugly corporate practices. Waste is destroying health and causing us to leave our homes.
Waste has been and always will be with us. Pre-industrial societies produced waste and our discovery of their waste informs our knowledge of them.
Waste is costing us money. Waste is despoiling our environment and exposing ugly corporate practices. Waste is destroying health and causing us to leave our homes.
Waste has been and always will be with us. Pre-industrial societies produced waste and our discovery of their waste informs our knowledge of them.
Aboriginal shellfish midden - Stradbroke Island, Queensland.
Modern society is producing masses of waste due to large populations, intensive consumption and highly manufactured products. We are not only producing waste that is hard to dispose of because of its quantity. We are producing waste that is dangerous to health because of the sophistication of manufactured products and the materials used in that manufacture. We are aware of this - because we are very keen on sending that waste somewhere else.
Major corporations are involved in inflicting waste on powerless black people. A democracy like Australia is prepared to over-ride the majority wishes of people to dump waste on its black citizens that citizens in major urban areas don't want anywhere near themselves.
Humanity - and that includes my countryfolk in Australia - is living in cloud cuckoo land with regard to waste. We are killing everything we rely upon for a good life: our own health; our own environment; our own water and air. Australia has not faced the music on the waste-front yet. It is certainly not demonstrating that it is prepared to pay the piper - in fact, face the real cost of living in the form of the cost of waste.
The light is dawning for some. These are the people who are curtailing their consumption; living simply; purchasing ethically; mindful of how they dispose of possessions. These are thoughtful, reflective steps - but they are small ones being made by small numbers of people. Waste-mindedness has not infected the whole of Australia - yet. Waste-mindedness has not yet hit the mainstream of Australia. It is high time it did.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
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