J840 Communicating Social and Environmental Initiatives

Taking a picture of my trash? Why, if I’m some shady international character who buys into conspiracy theories I’d say this exercise has Orwellian undertones. I picture men in white shirts with sleeves all rolled up, suit coats draped over chairs in a dour office as they mull online over my waste believing some sinister intent at play. “Mmhhh Agent Brown, what do you make of those shredded papers there?
Looks like some offshore bank account,” Agent Banks.
“Let’s see, some crumpled egg shells. You can see he boils his. A milk carton (Roberts 2%), tea bags and coffee filters, plastic bags and newspapers. Doesn’t recycle much does he Agent Brown?”
Yeah, and what’s that … about a pounds worth of stuff would you say? Well, like that cat there, we’ll just keep monitoring and maybe next time take some stuff over to the lab.”

Seriously though, there’s a willingness to recycle, but our excuse (roommate and I) is convenience. Not having the means to cart the stuff off somewhere is an inhibiting factor. And yes, Jen I think, advised about paying for a service to pick up trash that could be recycled, so that’s still a consideration. I think we’re below the national average of weekly waste consumption, if that’s any consolation, but there’s much guilt about just not doing enough to ensure sustainable living. Perhaps the solution is to make the extra effort, whether we pay for the service or I cycle with my bike with gunk and goo trailing down my back.

Maybe the best way to give the Feds the slip.

-Denzyl