The cabin was just up the hill. The water was a refreshing 72 degrees. 

Day 1

What an interesting day. I made more trash than I thought I was going to, largely due to poor planning. I had a weird day, which led to me eating-out twice.

The day began with a job interview, and I took along a poster-board prop for the presentation-- which I would normally throw away, but I'm going to compost it. After the job interview, I grabbed a quick bite to eat at Quizno's before my sister's play performance at the Hipp.

From Quizno's I ended up taking home one styrofoam cup, one no.6 plastic container that held my salad, one no.6 plastic container that held my salad dressing, one straw, one paper straw-wrapper, one paper sub-wrapper, two paper napkins, one paper reciept, one plastic fork, and one plastic knife (and boy did it smell bad by the time I got home 10 hours later!). But there's more: as I was watching the frat-boy make my sub, I saw him cut off a heel of bread and toss it to the side.

"Where did you put that bread?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Did you just throw that bread away?"

(Looking scared). "Um, uh, why do you care?"

"I'm doing an experiment where I'm trying not to make any trash for a month. I need to know what you just did with that hunk of bread."

"Um, yeah, uh, we throw it away. I mean, we tried giving it to the homeless shelter, but they didn't want it."

(Somewhat sarcastically.) "I guess nobody lives on crusts of bread and water anymore. That was only in medeival times." (I mean really, what is the homeless shelter going to do with 1,000 heels of bread 365 days a year? For God's sake, let them eat cake!)

To Quizno's credit, they did tell me that if I brought my own plate they would make me a sub without wrapping it in paper, and that I could fill up my own water container at the dispenser.

At the play, I recieved a playbill. And then someone gave me a paper copy of a local zine.

I took Quinn shopping and wasn't paying attention. When I bought a book at Border's, I forgot to tell them not to use a bag. I also recieved a paper receipt.

From dinner I brought home a paper straw wrapper, a plastic straw, two paper napkins, and two paper kid's menus. However, I did not bring home the food we did not eat, nor the paper that lined the breadbasket. This ended up in the restaurant's trash. Why didn't I bring it home? Because I forgot to stop the waitress from clearing it.

Later, at home, Issac banged his head and got a bloody nose. I forgot to reach for a linen napkin, and instead used two paper towels.

I'm not going to mention the packaging that was included in the stereo and CDs that Quinn bought, because it wasn't mine. Although I do feel part ownership, because I was there and witnessed it. You can imagine it was considerable.

Initial trash: 27 items (one posterboard, four napkins, two straw-wrappers, two straws, one playbill, one magazine, one sandwhich wrapper, two plastic no.6 food containers, one styro cup, one fork, one knife, two reciepts, one plastic bag, two paper menus, one sheet of waxpaper, assorted food scraps, a heel of bread, two paper towels.)

Compostable: 16 items.

Recylable: 2 items.

Real Trash: 9 items.

The Background/Mission/Experiment

The Background

Yesterday was trash pickup day in the suburban neighborhood where I drop off my son for daycare. At eight o'clock in the morning, the streets were lined with tall, black garbage cans, if "cans" is your euphimism of choice. The truth is, we have changed from people who throw away small cans of garbage each week into people who discard huge tubs of it. As I drove along, the ugly black bins looked like grotesque cavities in the mouth of the neatly groomed street. I felt like wretching.

Not to say that I'm a trash-free saint. I have no holier-than-thou perspective: I am far too familiar with trash. I've spent my entire existence living in the boondocks where I am forced to pack out what I bring in. Loading my small Honda with a week's worth (or sometimes more) of stinky trash is a wretched experience, too. It's just that I'm not used to considering everyone else's garbage. As prim and polite as the department of sanitation tries to be, I know what's stuffed inside those boxes, or sometimes bulging out over the top.

As I passed the rows of shiny, black sentinels on the curbside, I realized that there were probably two hundred homes in this one neighborhood alone. Each house, and I mean each house, was discarding four or five full-sized hefty bags of trash. So this means that one thousand bags were collected in less than a few hours. One thousand bags! In one tiny truck in one small neighborhood of one little city! In one quick morning of one short year! If you take the time to think about it, as I'm sure you have, the figures are astounding, disheartening, and honestly, a little hard to believe. To give you an idea, the waste generated each year in the U.S. alone would fill a convoy of 10-ton garbage trucks 145,000 miles long -- over half-way to the moon. 1

Here are some more incredible facts about garbage:

--By the time a baby born today in the United States reaches age 75, he or she will have produced 52 tons of garbage. 2

--For packaging (cans, bottles, cartons, etc.) alone, the U.S. uses approximately:
50% of its paper
75% of its glass
40% of its aluminum and
30% of its plastics. 3

--A person in the U.S. causes 100 times more damage to the global environment than a person in a poor country. 4

--Most Europeans produce less than half the waste per person than the average American. 5

--This means that most Europeans are discarding less than 2 pounds of trash per day, while Americans are averaging about four pounds of trash per day.6


Have you seen video footage of the dump on Staten Island? This is NYC's landfill. From outerspace, it is visible to the naked eye. It is taller than the statue of liberty and covers 2,200 acres (3.5 square miles). It is just one of thousands of landfills in the United States alone.

It's easy to look at these facts and feel your stomach start to turn. Damn those people! you want to scream. But seeing as how you're not exempt from the human race, it's not likely you will be so rash. Your outrage quickly melts into an Oh, that's too bad, a What a shame, or a This is so depressing: I need to go shopping NOW! I know, because it happens to me. Most days, I contribute my four pound share of chemically-laden, energy-wasting trash into a big putrid hole in the earth which is conveniently located far, far away from my home. I've done my share of close-your-eyes-and-never-think-about-it-again.

But the truth is, this adolescent behavior is irresponsible, stupid, and pathetic. As adults, we know that such short-term, hedonistic, responsibility-shirking behavior leads only down the path of ruin. We've learned from life experience: if you don't feed the bird, the bird dies. If you don't keep your bike out of the rain, it rusts. If you don't go to work, you'll be fired.

Funny how we don't seem to be heeding these lessons when it comes to the earth: if you don't take care of your habitat, you'll be left without one.

I've never been much of anything in my life. I've always been more a type of person who has a lot of ideas, but ends up just "going with the flow." My point is that while I call myself an environmentalist in the loosest of terms (meaning yes, I do care about the environment and find the term "tree-hugger" rather endearing) I have not been an environmental activist of any sort. I've signed a few petitions here and there: save our wetlands, ban off-shore oil drilling, save the rainforest. But these actions amount to nothing more than pathetic little yawns when it comes to the rate at which we are allowing our thoughtless lifestyles to destroy our beautiful planet.

With a little forethought, we, as a nation, could change our lifestyles to ones that leave the least amount of impact on our earth. It would be the progressive thing to do. It would be the right thing to do. It would be the responsible thing to do.


The Mission

The mission of this blog is to raise awareness about our currently irresponsible way of life. If you begin to question the status-quo, make one or two small changes to your lifestyle, become aware of and support "green" companies, join a sustainability organization, or have a conversation with a friend about how to live a more responsible lifestyle, then this site has accomplished its mission.


The Experiment

For one month, I will try to live without producing any trash. Recycling and compost will be allowable, but an attempt will be made to keep recycling to a minimum since it requires more of the earth's energy and resources than composting. I will keep a log of all trash that is unable to be recycled or composted. I will try to buy only post-consumer (already recycled) materials. My goal is to produce less than one pound of trash for the entire month.

Changes will be made to my lifestyle, including how I shop, what I purchase, how I eat, how I take care of personal hygiene, how I plan my diet, and things, I am sure, that I haven't even yet accounted for.

I will log all of my emotions and personal frustrations, the things that were easy and things that were difficult, my moments of desperation and moments of triumph.

Wish me luck!

1 Jeremy Rifkin, Ed., The Green Lifestyle Handbook (New York: Henry Holt & Company, 1990), p. 54.
2 Sandy Bauers, "Study: Save Earth; Have Fewer Children," Philadelphia Inquirer, January 17, 1990.
3 John Travis, Global Wellness Inventory (Mill Valley, CA: Wellness Associates, 1990), p. 6.
4 Dianne Dumanoski, "The People Problem," The Boston Globe, February 5, 1990, citing Paul Ehrlich.
5 "Sustainability: T he Global Challenge," ZPG Backgrounder (Washington, D.C.: Zero Population Growth).

(References 1-5 were found on a website called "All-Consuming Passion." Check them out: http://www.scn.org/earth/lightly/karvsacp.htm)

6 www.csun.edu/~vceed002/BFI/waste_stats.html