
I carry a titanium backpacking spork around in my purse. I know that sounds kind of weird, but it saves me from using disposable utensils when I eat out, and it’s so light, I never even notice that I’m carrying it.
Before the Industrail Revolution it was common for guests to be expected to bring their own utensils with them when invited to dine, because utensils were expensive, labor intensive items, and most people didn’t own extra sets. Now, when it’s possible to buy a set of 1,000 plastic utensils for under $20, people don’t even think about bringing their own.
But think of the plastic waste that can be saved by slipping a fork from home in your purse on the way out the door. You don’t need anything fancy. Grab one from your kitchen drawer, or if you’re worried about loosing a piece of a set, pick up a few spare utensils the next time you hit a discount store, thrift shop, or yard sale. It’s simple a simple way to cut down waste, and it’s always nicer to eat with real utensils anyway.
Cool photo.
That sperm deal sounds like an evolutionary mechanism to me. Maybe our pollutin’ ways are finally catching up to us in a more personal manner.
I’ve always wondered how they even define drought in the west, a place that is naturally arid to begin with. Shouldn’t we stop calling it “drought” at some point and just label it “normal.” Makes me want to go to Phoenix, wash my car, play a round of golf, visit the local waterpark, then take a nice, long shower.
Drain Lake Powell!
You forgot to add “set up a slip and slide on the front lawn that is constantly watered by a sprinkler.”