Grace’s knowledge butting up against futility is so funny, but also enlightening. Her sarcasm meets my own daily attempts to make a difference while the lords of commerce and energy turn the other way. This paragraph cracks me up!!! (But also kind of makes me want to cry.) “And cob ovens will sprout in suburban backyards and city lots all over the land, the smell of wood-fired pizza rising like incense in a church. Causing warriors to lay down arms and politicians to co-sponsor bipartisan climate bills, and well drillers to dismantle their rigs and head home for pizza night with the kids.”
I share Grace's impatience with personal carbon footprint calculus, standing in the shadow of corporate giant waste. Yep I do my best. Nope I don't think my trusty compost pile and rinsed out ziplock bags are changing the world. 💚
Finally catching up with this chapter. You paint such a complete picture of the scene and everyone there learning to make a Cobb oven. I could easily see myself getting sucked into a project like that. I spent so much time in front of a computer that it would be a dream to stop around in some clay.
“What’s the carbon footprint of one organic farm compared to hundreds of gas wells? Instead of calculating emissions from canning food, why not march in the streets with their neighbors? If they even know their neighbors.”
Sometimes I feel like, what’s the point? But I try my best to do my part, anyway. Not as some kind of virtue signaling, but as a way to do better, be better. Interesting video - I’d never heard of a cob before!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Sally. I wrestle similar questions. There’s plenty of good work to go around so I’ve given myself permission to go where my heart leads.
Grace’s knowledge butting up against futility is so funny, but also enlightening. Her sarcasm meets my own daily attempts to make a difference while the lords of commerce and energy turn the other way. This paragraph cracks me up!!! (But also kind of makes me want to cry.) “And cob ovens will sprout in suburban backyards and city lots all over the land, the smell of wood-fired pizza rising like incense in a church. Causing warriors to lay down arms and politicians to co-sponsor bipartisan climate bills, and well drillers to dismantle their rigs and head home for pizza night with the kids.”
Me too, Kimberly, me too. 😭😂 It’s probably obvious enough, but I do struggle with similar dark thoughts. Thanks for being here.
I share Grace's impatience with personal carbon footprint calculus, standing in the shadow of corporate giant waste. Yep I do my best. Nope I don't think my trusty compost pile and rinsed out ziplock bags are changing the world. 💚
With you on those rinsed out ziplock bags. 😢
I'm glad I am not the only one rinsing out Ziplocks.
😂😱
Til they wear out, baby.🤣
Finally catching up with this chapter. You paint such a complete picture of the scene and everyone there learning to make a Cobb oven. I could easily see myself getting sucked into a project like that. I spent so much time in front of a computer that it would be a dream to stop around in some clay.
Want to go to this? I'll join you. Coming up soon, though. . . . https://www.eventbrite.com/e/cob-oven-workshop-cathartic-experience-series-registration-1259808363729
Thanks for reading, Ben!
“What’s the carbon footprint of one organic farm compared to hundreds of gas wells? Instead of calculating emissions from canning food, why not march in the streets with their neighbors? If they even know their neighbors.”
Sometimes I feel like, what’s the point? But I try my best to do my part, anyway. Not as some kind of virtue signaling, but as a way to do better, be better. Interesting video - I’d never heard of a cob before!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Sally. I wrestle similar questions. There’s plenty of good work to go around so I’ve given myself permission to go where my heart leads.