It’s Blog Action Day today. I’m not going to talk about climate change per se, since I’ve recently been accused of writing ‘too much like a scientist’ (no, not on my blog… never on my blog, I hope) and I can’t really talk about climate change (you know, CO2, atmospheric gases and all that. But of course we know there’s much, much more to it…) without the science, so I’ll just write about what has been bugging me this week.
I don’t need Jiminy Cricket to sing me song about what’s right or wrong, or how I should be feeling bad. I am feeling bad.
In the process of assisting in the preparation of an upcoming major regional biodiversity conference, I have been churning out more waste paper, one-sided printouts, unused colour copies, than I have done so during the entire year so far. Not just paper… but other resources too. Sigh - that quest for quality, precision, perfection. It is difficult to enforce personal pro-environmental attitudes when situational influences impose constraints. Still, we try. Or those of us who really care enough, do.
A reminder from the wise talking cricket: “Conscience is that still, small voice that people won’t listen to. That’s just the trouble with the world today.”
Perhaps we could all be Jiminys. Perhaps our voices (reinforced by suitably disapproving looks (Fig. 1)) would lend weight to consciences, and perhaps people would then listen…
Fig 1. Man demonstrating a Suitably Disapproving Look
I’m gonna scavenge the office for any bits of unclean paper and plastic tomorrow. I’m gonna make sure that the recycling bins remain generously fed. I’m gonna…
