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I met artist/photographer Chris Jordan at a remarkable conference called The Storyfield Conference (storyfieldconference.org) in Boulder, Colorado last summer and was fortunate to talk with him quite a bit during the week. I was also fortunate that the slide presentation he gave of his remarkable photographic “story” of American consumerism was projected on a large screen, bringing the staggering scope of our consumer waste into perspective.

We read statistics everyday – X number of trees cut down to produce Y number of housing units annually and it essentially means nothing because we don’t grasp the implications. Not really. Because if we really got it, then would we be continuing the insanity?

Chris said it himself during his presentation. He was in the middle of shooting the plastic bottle series … and let me interject here that he does not create these images in some sort of short-cut Photo Shop way …so he’s knee deep in plastic bottles. And as he’s shooting the series, wading through an ocean of colored plastic, he reaches around and takes a swig of water from the bottle in his backpack.

It’s plastic. And he stops, plastic bottle in hand, and it hits him in the guts that it’s him that’s responsible for the waste. The very point he’s driven, on a soul level, to portray and get out to the world so the world will stop its mad devouring and regurgitation of resources … vomiting it into landfills, hiding the gluttony away … he’s not exempt because he “gets it.” He’s not exempt because he’s an artist bearing a message. He’s one human being. He’s the problem. And he’s the solution.

“At that moment I made a choice,” he says. “I made a choice to never again buy another plastic beverage bottle. And I haven’t to this day.”

I cut my eyes over to Chris’s seat. There, next to his backpack and laptop, sitting on the floor was a glass So Be bottle. It had been with him through the whole conference. He left with it. And although it was undoubtedly removed from his person by watchful airport security officials – hopefully to be recycled – the point was taken.

Yes, we can get into an argument about whether it’s better for the environment to use glass which still has to be manufactured from natural resources, and which still, all too often, ends up in landfills. And while we argue we can conveniently, and self-righteously, distract ourselves from the main point. Which is us. How we live. The choices we make.

Plastic is cheap. In the Western mind, that which is cheap is disposable. Never mind our entire culture is plastic…. Anyway - it’s been four months since the conference, and I’ve bought eight plastic water bottles since then. There are occasions when I run out the door without water and find myself parched, headed into a meeting, or driving a long distance, and the first thing I do is stop and buy another plastic bottle of water. I buy the bigger, sturdier plastic ones and do my best to keep reusing them. And when I inevitably lose the cap or something, I recycle. But I’m still out there buying the stuff, subsidizing the industry. I’m still a part of Chris’s pictures. But I’m about to end my addiction to plastic water bottles for good.

Kleen Kanteen is a reusable, lightweight, stainless steel bottle that comes with a sport drinking cap made from safe, non leaching polypropylene plastic (pp#5), a loop cap, or a flat cap. It has a black harness and shoulder strap for easy carrying and comes in both 27 oz and 40 oz. models. Indubitably it is healthier than any plastic bottle will ever be – never mind that the FDA and the Plastics Division of the American Chemistry Council keep assuring us otherwise. And even if plastics made from polycarbonate resin don’t leach bisphenol-A (BPA), a potent hormone disruptor … that’s not the point.

Choice. It’s all about choice. We make them every day. I can’t think of a better time to take a good hard look at personal choices than at the holidays, when the consumer craze is full bore. If we don’t get the picture now … when will we?

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XMAS and Christmas: A Lost Chapter from Herodotus

by C.S. Lewis

C.S. Lewis originally published this essay in the UK under the title "Undeceptions - Essays on Theology and Ethics.” Here, he reverses the letters of his home country, “Britain,” and writes about the strange winter customs of a barbarian nation called Niatirb.

And beyond this there lies in the ocean, turned towards the west and north, the island of Niatirb which Hecataeus indeed declares to be the same size and shape as Sicily, but it is larger, though in calling it triangular a man would not miss the mark. It is densely inhabited by men who wear clothes not very different from the other barbarians who occupy the north western parts of Europe though they do not agree with them in language. These islanders, surpassing all the men of whom we know in patience and endurance, use the following customs.

In the middle of winter when fogs and rains most abound they have a great festival which they call Exmas and for fifty days they prepare for it in the fashion I shall describe. First of all, every citizen is obliged to send to each of his friends and relations a square piece of hard paper stamped with a picture, which in their speech is called an Exmas-card. But the pictures represent birds sitting on branches, or trees with a dark green prickly leaf, or else men in such garments as the Niatirbians believe that their ancestors wore two hundred years ago riding in coaches such as their ancestors used, or houses with snow on their roofs. And the Niatirbians are unwilling to say what these pictures have to do with the festival; guarding (as I suppose) some sacred mystery. And because all men must send these cards the marketplace is filled with the crowd of those buying them, so that there is great labour and weariness.

But having bought as many as they suppose to be sufficient, they return to their houses and find there the like cards which others have sent to them. And when they find cards from any to whom they also have sent cards, they throw them away and give thanks to the gods that this labour at least is over for another year. But when they find cards from any to whom they have not sent, then they beat their breasts and wail and utter curses against the sender; and, having sufficiently lamented their misfortune, they put on their boots again and go out into the fog and rain and buy a card for him also. And let this account suffice about Exmas-cards.

They also send gifts to one another, suffering the same things about the gifts as about the cards, or even worse. For every citizen has to guess the value of the gift which every friend will send to him so that he may send one of equal value, whether he can afford it or not. And they buy as gifts for one another such things as no man ever bought for himself. For the sellers, understanding the custom, put forth all kinds of trumpery, and whatever, being useless and ridiculous, they have been unable to sell throughout the year they now sell as an Exmas gift. And though the Niatirbians profess themselves to lack sufficient necessary things, such as metal, leather, wood and paper, yet an incredible quantity of these things is wasted every year, being made into the gifts.

But during these fifty days the oldest, poorest, and most miserable of the citizens put on false beards and red robes and walk about the market-place; being disguised (in my opinion) as Cronos. And the sellers of gifts no less than the purchaser's become pale and weary, because of the crowds and the fog, so that any man who came into a Niatirbian city at this season would think some great public calamity had fallen on Niatirb. This fifty days of preparation is called in their barbarian speech the Exmas Rush.

But when the day of the festival comes, then most of the citizens, being exhausted with the Rush, lie in bed till noon. But in the evening they eat five times as much supper as on other days and, crowning themselves with crowns of paper, they become intoxicated. And on the day after Exmas they are very grave, being internally disordered by the supper and the drinking and reckoning how much they have spent on gifts and on the wine. For wine is so dear among the Niatirbians that a man must swallow the worth of a talent before he is well intoxicated.

Such, then, are their customs about the Exmas. But the few among the Niatirbians have also a festival, separate and to themselves, called Crissmas, which is on the same day as Exmas. And those who keep Crissmas, doing the opposite to the majority of the Niatirbians, rise early on that day with shining faces and go before sunrise to certain temples where they partake of a sacred feast. And in most of the temples they set out images of a fair woman with a new-born Child on her knees and certain animals and shepherds adoring the Child. (The reason of these images is given in a certain sacred story which I know but do not repeat.)

But I myself conversed with a priest in one of these temples and asked him why they kept Crissmas on the same day as Exmas; for it appeared to me inconvenient. But the priest replied, "It is not lawful, O stranger, for us to change the date of Chrissmas, but would that Zeus would put it into the minds of the Niatirbians to keep Exmas at some other time or not to keep it at all. For Exmas and the Rush distract the minds even of the few from sacred things. And we indeed are glad that men should make merry at Crissmas; but in Exmas there is no merriment left." And when I asked him why they endured the Rush, he replied, "It is, O Stranger, a racket"; using (as I suppose) the words of some oracle and speaking unintelligibly to me (for a racket is an instrument which the barbarians use in a game called tennis).

But what Hecataeus says, that Exmas and Crissmas are the same, is not credible. For first, the pictures which are stamped on the Exmas-cards have nothing to do with the sacred story which the priests tell about Crissmas. And secondly, the most part of the Niatirbians, not believing the religion of the few, nevertheless send the gifts and cards and participate in the Rush and drink, wearing paper caps. But it is not likely that men, even being barbarians, should suffer so many and great things in honour of a god they do not believe in. And now, enough about Niatirb.

 










   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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