Sacramento's Sustainable Future: Repo Trash

February 26, 2009

Repo Trash

I was shocked to see on Oprah yesterday all the perfectly good useful stuff that gets hauled off to the dump now that so many houses are getting repossessed. Apparently there's just too much for Goodwill or the Salvation Army. Amazing. And shameful.

We have so much stuff that nobody can be bothered taking care of repo leftovers. But it's crazy to trash stuff that was made from pieces of Mother Earth, using energy taken from her without giving anything back - except of course, trash. We should be ashamed of ourselves. This isn't the market's failure, it's our failure.

Most people have heard of the velveteen rabbit, the stuffed pet that was loved so well, and well-worn, that he came alive. Every piece of repo trash deserves to be as cared about as the velveteen rabbit.

Every piece of Mother Earth deserves to be loved. Can you love them?

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Can Capitalism Be Saved?

Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs

Self-Actualization

is the highest human need, our quest for our highest self and spiritual/ethical potential.

Self & Social Esteem

arises through honest effort and success.

Social Needs

are obvious to those in solitary confinement. Humans need friends and hugs.

Safety Needs

are about the future security of basic physiological needs.

Physiological Needs

are about survival.

Maslow noticed that we are preoccupied with meeting our most essential needs first, before moving up to higher levels of human potential. But we all always need to fulfill ourselves on all levels to be whole and completely human.

Why Do Some People Get Picked On?

Over the years, I have reflected on my experience, trying to figure out what it was about me that caused the other kids to select me as the designated scapegoat for my age cohort.

A relatively accepting and not very competitive personality was a factor, and I was different, because my parents were older and traditional and my mom dressed me funny.

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Obstacle for Youth Volunteers

Everytime anyone decides they want to volunteer with any organization working with youth, they have to get fingerprinted and pay for it too.

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My California Roots

I grew up in a different California than most people. Most people who came here after the war (i.e. WW2) left behind traditional ways and thought California living was like Sunset magazine. But my ancestors first arrived just before the Civil War.

I grew up in a pre-war town, raised by traditional parents who taught us both the traditional thrift and self-reliance they learned during the Depression, as well as the contentment which requires economic means but can't be thus guaranteed. Emotional and social sustainability are also essential. Since we were close to a public university, intellectual and cultural values were a normal part of community life.

My father was always a registered Republican, but I'm not sure he voted for one after Eisenhower, and he thought W beneath contempt. My grandfather was a machinist and a union man. When we were kids, there was Bible reading after breakfast, but when my mother decided to read it cover to cover about 15 years ago, her faith was weakened by the experience.

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