<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:02:06.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TRASH PROJECT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13927314683174631064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-393224520812691084</id><published>2008-03-06T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:02:37.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Ask You Something: How do You Feel About Frilly Toothpicks?</title><content type='html'>Those of you who appreciated Aaron's shoutout to Mitch Hedberg will certainly appreciate this one, too. For once, though, I must say I ain't FOR 'em (frilly toothpicks, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I forgot all about the damn things until the frilly little thang showed up with my tempeh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R9MVQpIv8BI/AAAAAAAABo4/xnGp32Kyaq0/s1600-h/Frilly+Toothpick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R9MVQpIv8BI/AAAAAAAABo4/xnGp32Kyaq0/s200/Frilly+Toothpick.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175503772443471890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; burger.&lt;br /&gt;Thus far, eating at restaurants has turned out to be much easier than I thought it would be. I opt for places that use real silverware (though I do have a camping set in my backpack, just in case), and metal tins for sauces instead of those little plastic things. I've been getting good at ordering small, because I can't leave anything on the plate! (I'm not too into the idea of carrying containers around so I can pack my own leftovers...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave wrapped condiment packets alone, and I don't order anything with bones because I can't compost them. I generally leave with a small wad in my pocket: a crumpled napkin for the burn pile, with that orange peel and parsley garnish for the compost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people question my philosophy on paper napkins. I thought about carrying a cloth napkin around so I wouldn't have to use the paper ones, but I actually need paper mass to start fires with at home. I even use paper towels in the kitchen because otherwise I don't have enough paper to start fires with (my housemates and I read our news and pay our bills online). I figure its better to burn a used paper towel than a fresh one. Plus, I have this feeling they throw unused napkins away anyway if you leave them on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man, like a frilly toothpick straight to the heart, my mainstay cafe stuck me with some real-life, undeniable trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-393224520812691084?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/393224520812691084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=393224520812691084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/393224520812691084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/393224520812691084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-me-ask-you-something-how-do-you.html' title='Let Me Ask You Something: How do You Feel About Frilly Toothpicks?'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267042734645886141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6jM6syndUI/AAAAAAAABnw/hEYjUKfCuZ8/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R9MVQpIv8BI/AAAAAAAABo4/xnGp32Kyaq0/s72-c/Frilly+Toothpick.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-2159640008929232081</id><published>2008-03-03T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:18:14.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Receipts!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.sessions.edu/images/Receipts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 290px;" src="http://blog.sessions.edu/images/Receipts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always with the receipts.  Every purchase I make comes with a receipt.  I bought some sesame sticks the other day and they gave me a foot long receipt, no joke.  What am I supposed to do with all of this paper? Sometimes I shred them up and put them in the compost, but they have this weird sheen, so I'm not sure if that's the best idea.  I don't have  a fireplace and since I decided recycling was out of the question for the Trash Project, I decided to save them all.  The pile is growing.   Receipts may not rank that high on the scale of ridiculously unnecessary trash, but do we honestly need all of these paper records?  To conclude, I leave you with the wise words of Mr. Mitch Hedberg:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughnut. I don't need a receipt for a doughnut. I'll give you the money, you give me the doughnut—end of transaction. We do not need to bring ink and paper into this. I just cannot imagine a scenario where I would have to prove that I bought a doughnut. Some skeptical friend—"Don't even act like I didn't get that doughnut—I got the documentation right here!  Oh wait, it's back home in the file…under 'D'…for doughnut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-2159640008929232081?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2159640008929232081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=2159640008929232081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/2159640008929232081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/2159640008929232081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/03/receipts.html' title='Receipts!!!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13927314683174631064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-4723459879987395760</id><published>2008-03-02T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:02:37.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was the Strangest Thing...</title><content type='html'>I was sitting on the couch talking to a friend on the phone, when suddenly water started spewing out of the cupboard above my stove. I mean just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pouring&lt;/span&gt;. It was falling in sheets onto the hood and from there pooling on the range. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did a pipe break?&lt;/span&gt; was my only thought until suddenly the flow started to taper off, and then, drip... drip... it stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a big hunk of ice fall through the roof and drain a bunch of snowmelt into the kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got closer, I realized that the stuff wasn't water. It was a little thicker than water. A little yellower... a little oilier. And in fact, it was canola oil. The thick glass bottle had spontaneously fissured horizontally, ALL THE WAY AROUND the middle. The bottle was still standing, looking pretty well in tact, but when I reached for it, the top half lifted right off the bottom. Nothing else was touching it, either - no evidence that anything had fallen on it. I've never seen anything like it in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with the Trash Project? Two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It wasn't a canola oil bottle. It was a Crown Royal Whiskey bottle that I had filled with canola oil in the bulk section. Suddenly I found myself wondering if this was some sort of strange sign... somebody trying to challenge me on the trash-free thing. This bottle has quite a story behind it. It was a holiday gift from my uncle, mostly for the "ski goggle sack" that it comes in, or so said Uncle Dave... The bottle went to Chile and back with me, unopened. When it finally got consumed, it made a friend of mine really really really really sick. That same friend was on the phone with me when the bottle broke. Spooky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R8sT4GYpPwI/AAAAAAAABoo/bYRMZ3U_iZo/s1600-h/crownroyal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R8sT4GYpPwI/AAAAAAAABoo/bYRMZ3U_iZo/s200/crownroyal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173250451472727810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just increased my trash accumulation volume by like 10,000%. Broken glass is not only useless, but also dangerous, and most cities won't recycle it (because of the hazard to employees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R8sVl2YpPxI/AAAAAAAABow/j5vepo_uiQs/s1600-h/CrownRoyalBag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R8sVl2YpPxI/AAAAAAAABow/j5vepo_uiQs/s200/CrownRoyalBag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173252336963370770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should mention that up to this point, I've been carrying my trash accumulation around in the  useful "ski goggle sack" that the Crown Royal bottle came in - yet another strange coincidence - and until the broken bottle, I only had 4 tiny things in it, weighing in at just over an ounce all together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A little tag that came on a bunch of organic kale. I thought it was paper when I bought it, but when I tore it from the re-usable twist-tie, it turned out to be plastic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A rubber hatchet-blade protector that was doing just fine until I forgot to remove it before chopping kindling. The thing split in two, becoming trash by a single hatchet blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A foil-lined envelope flap (the rest of the envelope was just paper) from a friend's wedding invitation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An itty-bitty piece of plastic that detached itself from a reusable bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And that's it. I swear. And now the bottle. I guess that thing really wanted to find its way back to the purple sack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, despite being bummed about getting pegged with a big bag of trash, and having to clean cups-full of oil off of a variety of kitchen surfaces, I just can't get over how strange the whole thing was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-4723459879987395760?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4723459879987395760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=4723459879987395760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/4723459879987395760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/4723459879987395760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-was-strangest-thing.html' title='It Was the Strangest Thing...'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267042734645886141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6jM6syndUI/AAAAAAAABnw/hEYjUKfCuZ8/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R8sT4GYpPwI/AAAAAAAABoo/bYRMZ3U_iZo/s72-c/crownroyal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-8346707268129273972</id><published>2008-02-24T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:02:38.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R8H2OE9TuPI/AAAAAAAABog/NIMSpBg5t48/s1600-h/TP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R8H2OE9TuPI/AAAAAAAABog/NIMSpBg5t48/s400/TP.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170684568907528434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question has become inevitable: what about toilet paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilets, much like curbside trash pickup services, have this uncanny way of whisking things away and allowing us to believe they've disappeared. But we all know that's too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ideal setup for the Trash Project would include a composting toilet - a wonderful flushless contraption that turns human waste, as well as toilet paper, back into soil. Some look like outhouses, but there are plenty of models designed for indoor use in standard home bathrooms, and they look just like flush toilet without the lever. And believe it or not, composting toilets are completely odorless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my house doesn't have a composting toilet, so I'm forced to flush my share of TP. But my very own composting toilet is the first thing on my wish list. Maybe next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-8346707268129273972?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8346707268129273972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=8346707268129273972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/8346707268129273972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/8346707268129273972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/potty-talk.html' title='Potty Talk'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267042734645886141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6jM6syndUI/AAAAAAAABnw/hEYjUKfCuZ8/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R8H2OE9TuPI/AAAAAAAABog/NIMSpBg5t48/s72-c/TP.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-790979439993599417</id><published>2008-02-18T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:24:54.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a little salty......</title><content type='html'>...the toothpaste that is.  One thing I love about this project is that it forces you to make things  that you would otherwise buy, like toothpaste for example.  Toothpaste usually comes in a non-recyclable tube (except for Tom's of Maine!) encased in a small cardboard box. In order to avoid this inevitable trash, we decided to make our own toothpaste.  Here's our recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 tablespoons baking soda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/3 tablespoon salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;glycerin - enough to transform the powder into the paste-like consistency we all know and love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;peppermint oil - 15-20 drops, or more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The conclusion:  Well, it looks like toothpaste, and it smells like toothpaste, but it tastes pretty darn salty. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apparently the salt is critical for teeth-cleaning grit.)&lt;/span&gt; The glycerin and peppermint help a little, but it's still significantly different than store-bought toothpaste.  A week after converting to the home remedy though and it's getting better.  The salty, ocean fresh quality is still there but I'm getting used to it and trying instead to focus on the fresh and clean baking soda/peppermint combo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-790979439993599417?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/790979439993599417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=790979439993599417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/790979439993599417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/790979439993599417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-little-salty.html' title='It&apos;s a little salty......'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13927314683174631064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-5149429932517603008</id><published>2008-02-15T12:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:02:38.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE STRAW THAT BROKE THE CAMEL'S BACK: Tales of Bars, Cafes, and Airplanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R7g5hk9TuNI/AAAAAAAABoQ/B7sLWEQVRKM/s1600-h/Elegant_Cocktail_Parties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R7g5hk9TuNI/AAAAAAAABoQ/B7sLWEQVRKM/s320/Elegant_Cocktail_Parties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167943821426931922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"NOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; I screamed as the bartender reached for the plastic straw. But my holler dissipated into the lively chatter of our local pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a flash of flying arms and red plastic, my friend Beth dove across the bar pulling the straw out of the drink and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, started chewing on it. "I needed a toothpick anyway" she said, winking at me. Before I could decide whether I should sigh in relief (because I didn't have to leave the bar with any trash), or tell Beth she shouldn't rescue me like that (because really, that's totally cheating, right?); the bartender looked back at the drink, and with a confused&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-could-have-sworn-I-just-put-a-straw-in-that-drink&lt;/span&gt; look on her face, reached for another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No-no-no-no-no&lt;/span&gt;," I tried in a renewed frenzy, this time with Beth hollering along with me. The bartender startled as our shrill cries broke through the uniform buzz of the bar.  In a swift panic she released that second straw - because apparently somebody's life depended on it - straight into the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, in an earnest attempt to save one straw, I had actually wasted two. What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of event is actually quite common. I can think of a few times in the past that I've gone to a coffee shop and handed over my own mug, only to have the barista make the drink in a paper cup, transfer it to my mug, and throw the cup away right in front of my alarmed eyes. But my favorite story has to be my mother's recent account of proudly holding up her thermos for a flight attendant, asking for some hot water. "Sure thing!" was the response from the attendant, who returned promptly with a big smile and not-one-but-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; Styrofoam cups full of steaming hot water to be poured into the thermos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it may be a no-brainer to us that bringing our own containers is a great (and increasingly common) way to reduce our dependence on disposables, it's not automatic for everybody. I've found it helps to drop a hint as to why I'm offering my own container, right as I hand the thing over. Even just a passing "trying to do what I can to throw less away..." goes a long way. Otherwise the server's muscle memory is likely to take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it: the poor broke college kid who takes your order probably reaches for literally hundreds of disposable cups/straws/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatevers&lt;/span&gt; each day, usually at a frantic pace, glancing up to take the next customer's order as they mindlessly drop that finishing touch of plastic into your order. Either that, or they're shouting your order to somebody else, who's not likely to have seen that you brought your own mug. A deliberate comment or explanation is usually all it takes to get them to register the idea behind the gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had another opportunity to order a cocktail without a straw, so I just told the bartender I had given up trash for Lent, and asked if she could please forget about the straw. Of course she said yes, and now that she had a background reason, I didn't have to worry about her busy bartender muscle memory taking over when it came time to reach for that li'l ole piece o' plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you just don't feel like explaining the whole thing to one more bartender, a local beer on tap is always a safe choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-5149429932517603008?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5149429932517603008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=5149429932517603008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/5149429932517603008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/5149429932517603008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/straw-that-broke-camels-back.html' title='THE STRAW THAT BROKE THE CAMEL&apos;S BACK: Tales of Bars, Cafes, and Airplanes'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267042734645886141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6jM6syndUI/AAAAAAAABnw/hEYjUKfCuZ8/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R7g5hk9TuNI/AAAAAAAABoQ/B7sLWEQVRKM/s72-c/Elegant_Cocktail_Parties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-5810205041054255433</id><published>2008-02-12T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:02:38.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Saucy</title><content type='html'>I decided to play by Aaron's rules and count recycling as trash. Between hygienic seals and lids, it's almost impossible to find a "recyclable" container that doesn't leave you with some form of trash anyway. The one exception to this is tin cans, but I kinda figured I could live without those, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I opened a cookbook that I realized how limiting the no-tin-can thing could be. I had already figured out meat's out of the question, and dairy products are pretty hard to find without trash also. But without tin cans, most recipes get eliminated. It's hard to find even a basic soup recipe that doesn't require either veggie stock, canned tomatoes, or beans, all of which I usually get in tin cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R7Jl809TuMI/AAAAAAAABoI/rTJGsalfhf8/s1600-h/Stewed+Tomatoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R7Jl809TuMI/AAAAAAAABoI/rTJGsalfhf8/s400/Stewed+Tomatoes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166303818229725378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission for the weekend became clear: to cut out yet one more middle-person in the soil-to-consumer food chain and make my own basics from scratch - there are tons of recipes online. Veggie stock and tomatoes turned out to be surprisingly quick and easy. Beans are certainly easy, too, but they have to soak overnight before going in the pot. The biggest bonus is that all of these goodies turned out tastier than anything I could have found in a can, and filled the house with an amazing aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more tales of forced creativity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-5810205041054255433?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5810205041054255433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=5810205041054255433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/5810205041054255433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/5810205041054255433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/gettin-saucy.html' title='Gettin&apos; Saucy'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267042734645886141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6jM6syndUI/AAAAAAAABnw/hEYjUKfCuZ8/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R7Jl809TuMI/AAAAAAAABoI/rTJGsalfhf8/s72-c/Stewed+Tomatoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-8459181043404300101</id><published>2008-02-10T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:29:45.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.craphound.com/images/groceryamazingthing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.craphound.com/images/groceryamazingthing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first few days of The Trash Project here in Eugene weren't so bad either. Despite the fact that the dog chewed up one of our reusable bags, we haven't made any trash.  But the real test was our first trash-free trip to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Magic of Tare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came prepped with plastic bags from previous shopping experiences, some special produce bags I got as a gift, reusable plastic tubs, a few glass jars, and our returnable milk jugs. If you're new to using your own tubs and jars in the store, make sure you take them to the register &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; you fill them up to have them weighed (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tared&lt;/span&gt; as they say in the biz).  This way you won't pay for the weight of the container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Simplified Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel overwhelmed when you walk into the grocery store?  I do.  The variety of food, the bright lights, the choices, the cart madness... sometimes it can be too much.  But shopping during this little project is quite different, and it was nice to be free of the burden of choice that usually weighs on me at the grocery store. We now have a defined set of criteria for making purchasing decisions and don't have to worry about anything else. Under normal circumstances, all sorts of factors spin through my head when contemplating a product (source, packaging, ingredients, price, etc.), but now there is only one - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trash&lt;/span&gt;.  With this single force driving our decisions, we were limited to shopping in 15% of the entire store, maybe less.  We shopped in the bulk aisle.  We shopped in the produce section.  We perused the deli section on a mission for package free cheese.  And that's about it - the whole center section of the store is off-limits for the project. (On a side note, we were able to convince the women at the cheese counter to use our bag for a chunk of cheese, but the downside is that it was twice as expensive as the already packaged form. Bummer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/for/lowres/forn655l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 366px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/for/lowres/forn655l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed this simplified shopping experience.  It reinforced one of the key elements of this project - no processed foods.  Processed foods always come with packaging.  They aren't very good for you either, which leads me to a second key element of this project that jumped into my mind after the shop - making more things on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Viva Salsa Fresca!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be more on these key elements later.  Now I want to share the fines moment of our shopping experience - bulk salsa.  That's right friends, you can finally empty the closet of all those empty salsa containers because here in Eugene, you only need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just started shopping at a local, all volunteer co-op called The Growers Market.  It's great.  It's in an old train station storage building. They get great produce.  They have a plethora of bulk items. They have the most random assortment of shopping carts collected from who knows where. A four-year old checked us out (not a place if you're in a hurry), and they have Emerald Valley salsa in bulk.  The co-op buys huge tubs that a volunteer dispenses into a smaller pitcher for easy pouring.  I am in heaven, and this whole project just got a whole lot easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-8459181043404300101?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8459181043404300101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=8459181043404300101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/8459181043404300101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/8459181043404300101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-shop.html' title='The First Shop'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13927314683174631064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-1367915485676042993</id><published>2008-02-08T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:37:10.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What About Parties?</title><content type='html'>The first two days of the trashless period went off without a hitch. Quite honestly, I had hoped there would be a little more strain involved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the knowing angel on my right shoulder is telling me to be careful what I wish for here...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not until leaving the daily routine - my own realm of control - that it gets a little more difficult, and I had my first taste of it last night. I went to a celebration of the Tibetan New Year, bringing a (trashless) growler of beer from the local brewery as my contribution to the party. (The bottle can be returned - cap and all - to the brewer for reuse; unlike most bottles of wine, there are no nit-picky pieces (like foil) that need to be thrown away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was a lively event with food, drink, music, dancing, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music, dancing, and fun? No problem. Food and drink? Not necessarily a problem... until you consider all the disposable plates, cups, and utensils used to partake in them.  I enjoyed a few traditional treats that could be eaten as finger food, and luckily I had a coffee cup with me that I used for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did remind me, though, that sometimes there's some sensitivity required in balancing an effort like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Trash Project&lt;/span&gt; with general rules of social grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a large gathering of people and it felt appropriate to use my own mug, and also to opt out of most of the food. But what will I do in a situation where it feels rude or insensitive to bring my own utensils into somebody else's home, or to turn something down that's offered by a host?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-1367915485676042993?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1367915485676042993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=1367915485676042993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/1367915485676042993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/1367915485676042993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-about-parties.html' title='What About Parties?'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267042734645886141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6jM6syndUI/AAAAAAAABnw/hEYjUKfCuZ8/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-6245183295184083359</id><published>2008-02-04T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:02:39.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRASH Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Today is the day the trashless period begins, and I'm ready to rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Compost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6fBXcyndRI/AAAAAAAABnc/KVTnwUNT-yc/s1600-h/P2020091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6fBXcyndRI/AAAAAAAABnc/KVTnwUNT-yc/s200/P2020091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163308106413208850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reusable Containers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6fAocyndQI/AAAAAAAABnU/y5gR4BRDFQw/s1600-h/P2020088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6fAocyndQI/AAAAAAAABnU/y5gR4BRDFQw/s200/P2020088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163307298959357186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check, check, and check!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do with all those products I use that don't fit the trashless paradigm?  I've spent the last few days collecting these things, and thinking of alternatives. As of today, these things will be put in the vault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6fB7cyndSI/AAAAAAAABnk/Ay-hnPCpShc/s1600-h/NO+to+Trash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6fB7cyndSI/AAAAAAAABnk/Ay-hnPCpShc/s320/NO+to+Trash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163308724888499490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I miss them? Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about some trashless alternatives, each conforming to at least one of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Key Principles&lt;/span&gt; for a trashless existence (see sidebar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENTAL FLOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The problem: &lt;/span&gt;Even though this brand of dental floss is burnable (natural fibers covered in wax), floss doesn't have any fire-starting value. And anyway, the cap on the inside of the lid (that thingy that dispenses and cuts the floss) is not recyclable, nor is the outer packaging that this already-packaged product usually comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alternative:&lt;/span&gt; The toothpick on my handy-dandy pocket knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principle 1:&lt;/span&gt; Durable, Reusable Goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACEWASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The problem:&lt;/span&gt; This kind of tube (also typical of sunscreens, lotions, and other soaps) may be recyclable, but the lids are not. They're also not easily refillable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The alternative:&lt;/span&gt; Use a refillable container and get your soaps, detergents, shampoos, conditioners, and lotions in bulk. (You don't see my shampoo bottle in this pile is because I've been reusing the same one for over a year already!) As for solid soaps and shampoos, there are plenty of package-free varieties out there, just check your local natural foods store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principles 2 &amp;amp; 3:&lt;/span&gt; Packaging-Free Products; Reusable Containers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEODORANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The problem: &lt;/span&gt;This packaging is not recyclable, and I'm not nearly creative enough to think of a legitimate alternative use for an empty deodorant cannister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The alternative:&lt;/span&gt; I found one brand that comes in a non-aerosol spray bottle, with no other packaging at all. These spray bottles are quite nifty, and can be re-filled and used to spray any kind of liquid long after the original product is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principle 3:&lt;/span&gt; Reusable Containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIGHTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The problem: &lt;/span&gt;Here in woodstove land (western Massachusetts), we light lots of fires in the winter time. Too bad lighters are nothing but trash, and filled with toxic fluid to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The alternative: &lt;/span&gt;Good-ole trusty matches. Just light the fire and throw it in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principle 5:&lt;/span&gt; Burnable Products and Packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOOTHPASTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The problem:&lt;/span&gt; I've never seen a toothpaste cannister that's recyclable or reusable in any way. Good thing my fourth grade science teacher taught me that toothpaste is entirely superfluous anyway. Though toothpaste leaves you minty fresh, it's the brushing that does the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The alternative: &lt;/span&gt;Pure, simple baking soda. Not only is it a great natural breath freshener and tooth whitener, it's cheap, it goes a long way, and the box is entirely recyclable or burnable. I'll let you know how long it takes to get used to the taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principle 6:&lt;/span&gt; Simpler Alternative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASIC FIRST AID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The problem:&lt;/span&gt; I certainly didn't imagine an upside to cutting the crap out of my thumb on a can opener last week, but the bloodbath turned out to be a blessing in disguise because without it, I would never have considered trash-free alternatives to first aid supplies. I hope you never have a reason to use these things, but the truth is, it's a good idea to keep first aid supplies around. With traditional adhesive bandages, even if the wrapper is just paper, the bandage itself is landfill bound. Ointments also generally come in those trashy plastic tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The alternative:&lt;/span&gt; Gauze pads are burnable and compostable, and they typically come wrapped in paper with no other packaging besides a recyclable, burnable cardboard box. I stocked up in case I decide to cut the other thumb anytime soon. I also found some nifty reusable cling-tie stuff to fasten gauze with.  As far as cleaning wounds, my trusty housemates (who happen to be students of Tibetan medicine) taught me that the best way is to soak them in a cup of lukewarm salt water for about ten minutes before re-dressing. This draws out the toxins, and to my surprise, doesn't hurt one bit! (I also found some soothing ointment at the natural foods store that comes in a reusable tin without other packaging.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principles 1, 3, 4, 5 &amp;amp; 6:&lt;/span&gt; Durable, Reusable Goods (cling-tie) Reusable Containers (ointment); Biodegradable Products (gauze); Burnable Products and Packaging (gauze and packaging); Simpler Alternatives (salt wash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AEROSOL CANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The problem:&lt;/span&gt; everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The alternative: &lt;/span&gt;I can't think of a single thing that I really need that comes in an aerosol can. This product of "occasional use" for me will become a product of "zero use!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principle 7:&lt;/span&gt; Deprivation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-6245183295184083359?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6245183295184083359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=6245183295184083359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/6245183295184083359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/6245183295184083359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/02/trash-wednesday.html' title='TRASH Wednesday'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267042734645886141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6jM6syndUI/AAAAAAAABnw/hEYjUKfCuZ8/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6fBXcyndRI/AAAAAAAABnc/KVTnwUNT-yc/s72-c/P2020091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-2960947021914282145</id><published>2008-01-30T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:26:03.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Recycling Question</title><content type='html'>After settling on the basic idea of producing no waste for 40 days, we started filling in the details, trying to answer all the "Yeah, but what about .....?" questions.  One of the most frequent questions I've gotten is about recycling.  Will it be allowed in the Trash Project? Jesse and I had a fair number of debates over this before settling on a compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm no recycling expert (we can save the real recycling debate for later) but it seems that recycling isn't all it's cracked up to be.  I have serious doubts about whether or not recycling pays off, both in terms of energy used and in reducing the extraction of virgin materials.  Don't get me wrong, I think recycling is important and in my daily life I make every effort to recycle, but for the Trash Project things are a little different.  At a basic level this project is about pursuing the goal of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;producing &lt;/span&gt;zero waste &lt;/span&gt;for 40 days.  To do that, and really make sure nothing makes it to the landfill, we have to take a serious look at recycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The compromise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron - No recycling:  &lt;/span&gt;Any recyclable trash that I  produce and can't or won't reuse will be saved for the duration of the project. At the end, I'll weigh it before it goes in the recycling bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesse - Recycling: &lt;/span&gt;Because of her cooperative living situation, Jesse can't save her recycling.  She'll make the same efforts to eliminate waste from her life, but she will recycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The two perspectives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By allowing recycling, Jesse's experience may provide a more realistic view into reducing one's personal waste.   For me, I am curious about what percentage of my waste after 40 days is recyclable.  By trying to eliminate even recyclable products from my life I think I'll produce less waste overall.   Why you ask? Many recyclable products come with non-recyclable parts  that must be thrown away (lids, hygienic seals, etc.). We'll find out if I'm right on March 22nd when we both weigh-in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-2960947021914282145?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2960947021914282145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=2960947021914282145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/2960947021914282145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/2960947021914282145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/01/recycling-question.html' title='The Recycling Question'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13927314683174631064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-7724446114829731573</id><published>2008-01-27T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:02:39.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now's the Time to Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Before February 6th, be sure to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get set up for composting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Familiarize yourself with local recycling services. Be sure you know which # plastics are recyclable in your area. How about lids? Tin foil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bulk foods and products are going to help you through this. Be sure you have the appropriate re-usable containers to stock up on bulk goods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gather all products you use that have packaging you'd need to throw away within 40 days (toothpaste, deodorant, meds... basically anything that's part of your personal routine). Think hard about alternatives for these. Search your local health/natural foods store. Find out where you can get shampoo, conditioner, lotion, and detergents in bulk. There are shampoos and deodorants that come in solid form so they can be sold without packaging. You may be able to eliminate your use of some products altogether by thinking about alternatives like baking soda as toothpaste, and vinegar as a cleaning product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R50WoMyndOI/AAAAAAAABm8/qDmWZfozx4M/s1600-h/DSCN0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R50WoMyndOI/AAAAAAAABm8/qDmWZfozx4M/s200/DSCN0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160305627920561378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Get set up with your&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"New Age Hippie's Urban Survival Kit"&lt;/span&gt; consisting of reusable containers, water bottles, coffee cups, cloth napkins, hankies ect. (See ecologicaldesign.blogspot.com.) Most of these things probably come with a bit of packaging initially, but once you've invested, you'll be waste free for the life of the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Think really hard about anything new you will absolutely need before March 22nd. (Software? School supplies? Seasonal needs?). Remember that most brand new products come with some sort of non-recyclable packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Anticipate any special circumstances: Will you be traveling? Do you have pets? Any health concerns? Any big family celebrations or gift-giving events during Lent? Weddings? Will you be starting a new activity (class, sport, etc...)? Are you MOVING? (if so, good luck!) These circumstances tend to cause us to consume more than we do on a routine day, so think ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you DO unwittingly end up with some trash (e.g. those pesky little plastic peel-offs that are often hiding under the lids of otherwise reusable containers...), you've gotta keep it! We're each keeping a bowl on our desk for any trash we get stuck with. We'll quantify it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready.... Set.... GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-7724446114829731573?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7724446114829731573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=7724446114829731573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/7724446114829731573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/7724446114829731573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/01/nows-time-to-prep.html' title='Now&apos;s the Time to Prep'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267042734645886141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6jM6syndUI/AAAAAAAABnw/hEYjUKfCuZ8/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R50WoMyndOI/AAAAAAAABm8/qDmWZfozx4M/s72-c/DSCN0488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4468739046740316384.post-5203715837713977365</id><published>2008-01-27T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:02:39.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Lent Got To Do With It?</title><content type='html'>Lent? We don't really know much about Lent to be quite honest, other than it has something to do with Jesus, Easter, and giving things up. About six months ago, we had a conversation about our collective future and the potential effect of individual action versus the challenges of an all-out paradigm shift, and, um, Lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R50Q98yndNI/AAAAAAAABm0/wr7aAZRIlD0/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 422px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R50Q98yndNI/AAAAAAAABm0/wr7aAZRIlD0/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160299404512949458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesse&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ey, y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ou know how people are always giving up stuff for Lent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h, kinda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesse&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I was thinking we should give something up, too. But instead of focusing on personal deprivation like giving up alcohol or sweets or smoking, we should get creative and think of someth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing we could do for 40 days that can have a bigger impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesse&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if we gave up trash. What if we could go 40 days without putting a single thing in a trash can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm FOR it! Let's start a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lent starts on February 6th this year, and ends on March 22nd.&lt;/span&gt; It turns out they don't count Sundays in the 40 days, so really, we're talking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.5 weeks of garbage-free existence.&lt;/span&gt; What a great opportunity to really get into the habit of composting and recycling, while also becoming really familiar with what products and practices can be enjoyed trash-free. There will certainly be some deprivation involved (we'll be missing our Clif Bars for sure), but the main idea is to try to develop some really good habits that can last long beyond March 22nd, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will serve as a journal for us to log the triumphs and tribulations of living trash-free in this trash-laden world. We're anticipating a few awkward situations, some marked frustrations, and of course no shortage of laughs - or at least good stories! We invite you to join us in this effort to reduce our garbage footprints forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4468739046740316384-5203715837713977365?l=trashproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5203715837713977365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4468739046740316384&amp;postID=5203715837713977365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/5203715837713977365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4468739046740316384/posts/default/5203715837713977365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashproject.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-lent-got-to-do-with-it.html' title='What&apos;s Lent Got To Do With It?'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18267042734645886141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R6jM6syndUI/AAAAAAAABnw/hEYjUKfCuZ8/S220/Photo+4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fxYiaUGK-n4/R50Q98yndNI/AAAAAAAABm0/wr7aAZRIlD0/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
