Car Sharing, Who’s Caring?

u-car-shareU Car Share, a division of U-haul, has arrived in Salt Lake City.  I know, I know.  I hate U-haul.  Talk about a company with horrible working conditions and nightmarish service.  But try to put all that aside.  Rather than pump more black smoke from poorly maintained moving vans, U-haul is trying its hand at appealing to the student, the office jockey and the granola urbanite.

U Car Share provides another alternative, alongside riding a bike or taking a bus, to individual car ownership.  This sort of thing has been going on for years in romantic locals such as McMinnville, Berkeley, Portland and Madison.  But, alas, I have never lived in any of those places.  I do, however, live in Salt Lake City.  Thus I should be thrilled to have access to car sharing.  Yeah!  Woohoo.  Yep.  Hizzaa.  Woopty doo.

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Where are the Money-Grubbing Granolas?

How can all we progressive, earth-friendly do-gooders ever expect anything we believe inHemp plant, credit: Hendrike to happen if none of us can learn how to leverage free market economies?  If all granolas are either anti-social, self-righteous and/or too touchy-feely (interpret flakey) to run a business, how the hell am I supposed to find a good pair of hemp cargo pants that fit me?

If I can’t find a good pair of hemp cargo pants that fit me, how am I supposed to rant to strangers on the bus about how evil cotton is?  If I can’t rant then how will I devise the next clever and rankling debate point to slay the slovenly, money-grubbing, truth-ignoring participants of our downward-spiraling global economy?

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Redneck Sustainability: Toilet Gardening

I realize the title of this blog could go in different directions.  That’s good for the

Reclining Toilet by Downtowngal
Reclining Toilet by Downtowngal

imagination.  And a recent toilet snafu has left me exercising my imagination as well.  I manage a house that has 5 toilets in it.  That’s a lot of shiz, a lot of flushing, and a lot of things to go wrong.  A couple of weeks ago the last of my “jet-pack” toilets (you know, the kind in public restrooms that would frighten the piss out of you if you hadn’t just voluntarily evacuated it) finally lost its flush and had to go.

The problem is, I don’t have access to the ranch truck anymore, I live in a city and I drive a Honda Civic.  I can fit my tools in the trunk, but not a broken down toilet.  Clearly you can see my dilemma.

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