Tag Archive: Environment


Contending with My Carbon Pollution

Here in Chicago, it’s hot today. It’s the HHH trifecta, actually: hazy, hot, and humid. Not exactly what Ol’ Bing was referring to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMwZ6LvY7NM

As the climate news becomes ever more dire, people around the world, and the country, and the region, and the state, and the city where I live, are forced to confront the real impacts—and considerable costs in money, resources, time, health, enjoyment, etc.—of climate change, despite what the many ignoramuses in leadership say to the contrary. Climate change is a crisis, one that builds more rapidly and gets more severe with every year, it seems.

I have done some reading about ways in which to mitigate my carbon pollution, and I make decisions and take actions everyday to lessen my environmental impact. I buy only environmentally sustainable and cruelty-free cleaning supplies, sundries, etc. whenever possible (my under sink cabinet is full of Seventh Generation products (https://www.seventhgeneration.com/home). I’ve gone so far as to buy their most concentrated laundry detergent (https://www.seventhgeneration.com/easydose-ultra-concentrated-laundry-detergent-lavender_), which uses only 2 teaspoons per load. I wash my clothes in cold water in my high-efficiency washer. I almost never machine-dry my laundry (My mother, who rarely visits HATES my scratchy bath towels. My Nana and Poppa didn’t even own a clothes dryer. They hung all their laundry on a series of clotheslines suspended from the ceiling of the cellar in the East Utica home, and so Mom grew up with—and developed an aversion to—line-dried towels. My father has his own pet peeve: Grandma used to take the little stubs of bar soap that were too small to use, and press them together into soap Frankenbars. To this day, my father will not use a piece of soap too small to produce its own bubbles!). I use the air dry setting in my dishwasher. My air conditioner doesn’t come on until the temperature hits 84º inside, which, thankfully is rare here. If the night will be cooler than 84, I open all the windows in the evening. I walk and bike to as many appointments and errands in town as possible. You get the idea.

But I still pollute a lot.

For quality-of-life reasons, I’ve chosen to live in a neighborhood 16 miles from my work. Despite telecommuting at least one day a week, I still drive more for work now than I ever have. It’s too far to bike all the time, and too time-consuming to take public transportation most days—and, when I had a dog, I wanted to bring him with me to the office. I also live farther from my family—and my husband—than I have in a very long time, so I take more long-distance trips than I used to.

My carbon footprint is substantial.  I’ve read about purchasing carbon offsets, but the reviews of the merits of purchasing offsets are decidedly mixed (e.g., https://www.nrdc.org/stories/should-you-buy-carbon-offsets). Briefly, they’re not always effective or trustworthy. Read the linked article for more information.

I’m considering making annual donations to one or more land trusts equal to the value of my transportation-related carbon pollution. If my contribution can eliminate the risk of developing land that is wild or agricultural, it may be a good long-term solution.

Therefore, choosing where the money goes could be as important as the donation itself, so that it is most likely to preserve land at high risk of development (rural CNY, where I grew up, may not be the most strategic choice, e.g.).

Surprisingly, the carbon cost of my driving 15,000 miles year is only about $150, based on current market rates for carbon (http://calcarbondash.org). I estimate that I average 25 MPG of gasoline, and each gallon generates about 14.3 kg of carbon dioxide. I haven’t calculated flights yet.

I share this to encourage you to find a way to help mitigate the effects of carbon pollution you may not be able to prevent. And also, to empower you to make choices to live more efficiently. I don’t know what your air conditioner’s thermostat is set for, but I bet you could bump it up at least a couple degrees.

What are your thoughts about my ideas? Any suggestions on where my land trust donations should go to spur the greatest positive impact?

I’d love to hear from you.

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[delivered at The Great Vigil of Easter, Saturday 26 March 2016
at The Church of St. Paul & the Redeemer, Chicago, IL]

I stood before the stuffed & mounted bird, and read about Martha, the last passenger pigeon to die, and I wept.

Martha’s death on September 1st, 1914, marked the first documented extinction of a species at the hand of Man. Hundreds of millions of passenger pigeons had been sacrificed almost purely for sport, by selfish, myopic humans.

Consider the ram. The angel intervenes to save Isaac. A ram appears. Abraham kills the ram in Isaac’s stead, yet the angel did not command it.

Abraham ram passenger pigeon

God tells Adam and Eve, “subdue” and ”have dominion”, and for a hundred thousand generations, we have our way with creation.

Industrial agriculture leads to e. coli contamination, and the flesh of millions of animals is discarded. Animals are merely products, commodities.

We heat and cool and fly and drive and shop and waste, and polar bears starve and drown as the ice melts away.

The Son of God is sacrificed by human hands for human sinfulness, yet we continue to sacrifice God’s creation for our own vainglory and ignorance. How many more of God’s children must die to satisfy our craving for wealth, comfort, status, power?

The Psalmist says God does not require burnt offering. How many more substitutionary sacrifices do we require?

“The Lord will provide”, but for our needs only? Or also for our whims, capricious wants, selfish desires?

We the recipients of such priceless gifts as forgiveness of sin and eternal life through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ taunt God by despoiling the same creation that God deemed “very good”.

To use God’s creation gently, to care for it as if its Creator will return home from a long absence: these are true actions de grâces—thanksgiving—for the endless love and mercy of God toward us and all creation.

Consider the ram.

“Gas Land” at 34 000 Feet

Gas Land at 34 000 Feet
Thursday 26 May 2011

Returning from Germany today on a high-carbon diet, I decided to watch Gas Land, a 2010 documentary about the natural gas industry, the process of hydraulic fracturing (AKA “fracking”) used in natural gas extraction, and the health and environmental crises rippling out from the increasingly-pervasive gas wells sprouting like weeds around the USA. Do Washington’s Metrobuses, proudly proclaiming “powered by clean natural gas”, lie to us?

Energy has been on my mind throughout the past nine days, as I have wandered the streets of Munich, where gasoline sells for the equivalent of US $9.00 per gallon and where bicycle lanes and public transportation are ubiquitous and popular; noted from several train windows tile roofs overlaid with solar-panels all over the Bavarian countryside; ridden a jet-powered tour boat up an unnaturally fast river in Salzburg; and read of a glacier in the Alps covered by an enormous tarp each summer the past few years to minimize its accelerated wasting as our little ball of a home warms up.

The young filmmaker, Josh Fox, responsible for Gas Land lives in Northeastern Pennsylvania, not far in miles or culture from my homeland in central New York – a rural, hilly, green-in-summer, white-in-winter, economically-struggling area populated by diverse people who love their homes yet face difficult choices to earn a living where progress has yet to arrive or has already passed by. The scenes of forests and streams that bookend his travels through Gas Land – all around the central and western United States – made my heart beat a little faster. We both grew up atop the Marcellus Shale, a huge rock formation stretching from central New York south through several states, and one of the richest repositories of natural gas in the world. He, like I, probably had no idea about this mother lode of fossilized energy until recently, when the “FRACK NO” signs began appearing on neighbors’ lawns.

As the film advanced and the toxic effects of the drive to slake our unquenchable thirst for fossil fuels became more vivid, I felt sick: both heartsick and slightly nauseated, hearing person after person talk about how they and the ones they love, exposed to toxins by the gas industry, have lost their sense of smell, their ability to taste food; how they have suffered dizziness, mysterious pains all over their bodies, or neuropathy; how birds, frogs and rabbits have died from exposure to volatile organic compounds (VOCs) bubbling up through stream beds since fracking began nearby; how wells have sprung up on their land because they don’t own the mineral rights to what lies below their homes; how cattle drink contaminated water and eat grass poisoned by chemicals illegally dumped on the ground or rained back down on it from evaporating tanks. The ranchers’ herds and livelihoods risk cruel and selfish death. Contaminated wells are supplanted by reverse-osmosis filtration systems or deliveries of water by truck, presumably at great cost and yielding yet more air pollution. The cattle, the wildlife, however, have no trucked-in water supplies. How will they fare?

This blog sprang mostly from my cultural curiosity, an explorer’s lust to see the world and know its inhabitants and their distinctive approaches to surviving and thriving. But my travel is a costly luxury, and much of its cost is, or will be, borne by those whom I will never meet. Do the traveler’s and the host’s increasing understanding of, and appreciation and compassion for the other exceed the environmental cost spread across the globe? The now-famous polar bear, starving as the Arctic ice melts beneath this jet’s contrails, doesn’t have a voice in that calculus.

As I jet across the Atlantic, how can I take responsibility for the thousands of gallons of fuel I am passively consuming? How can I repair the damage done by the tons of carbon dioxide pouring out of these enormous engines? How much of the blanket spread over that ancient glacier in the Alps do I own?

I am stopping off in Central New York, my homeland, briefly, en route to where I live, and as always I will want to stay longer where the sights, sounds, smells, tastes and touches reconnect to something deeply spiritual within me. During Gas Land, I though with frustration and anger of how much pressure the energy industry is putting on New York State and its communities and its citizens to develop the huge gas reserves below my home. Those streams and trees in the film look just like the ones I have walked and biked and waded and hiked and picnicked and skied and sledded by and through throughout my life, and I was saddened to envision them fouled by greed.

Some of our neighbors see dollar signs in the rock beneath. As an undergraduate geology student, I learned about the Marcellus Shale, about its ancient secrets, its record of the previous “landowners” and of the effects of wind and water on the land: sediments, ripples, fossils. I don’t recall a single mention of natural gas. Now, it seems that it’s the only thing that matters about the Marcellus Shale.

I fight back a few tears as I think about how friends and family and neighbors in Central New York will be affected by the toxic stew that will bubble up from the earth, spoiling the pure water, fouling the clean, sweet air. In a landscape still populated by more cows than people, where old wooden barns and houses call out to painters and poets to tell their story of melancholy and beauty intertwined in sweet, sad marriage, I ask, is this not worth nurturing until we can fly, drive, heat, cool and cook more gently?