The kindness of strangers

Sometimes a little act of kindness does go a long way. My neighbor gave me fresh veggies from her garden today just to be nice. Little did she realize they were totally what I needed. It also made me feel just a tad guilty for being annoyed that she parked in my spot!

I got home from rugby practice tonight tired, sore and hungry. While driving home I was putting together my very late dinner in my mind. It was slim pickings because I'm going out of town and didn't bother going grocery shopping this week. I knew I'd have warm brown rice from the rice cooker I'd put on timer this morning and I had hummus, which could be my protein. But all I had in the vegetable department was a week-old farmers market green pepper. It wasn't terribly exciting but it would work. So I was really happy when I got home and looked inside the paper bag she left for me on top of our mailbox: two tomatoes and one giant zucchini, all fresh from her plot at the community garden, I assumed. Perfect! Fresh veggies!

So I ran upstairs (OK not literally, I was still sore) and sauteed the zucchini, adding fresh basil my coworker Robyn had given us last week from her backyard garden. I ate one of the tomatoes while the zucchini was cooking and then when it was done, mixed together the rice, tomato-basil flavored hummus and sauteed zucchini. There you have it, a well-rounded dinner that tasted like it was meant to go together.

This totally hit the spot because I had been feeling overwhelmed. It was late, I wasted five minutes looking for parking and still had to pack for my trip. But now I feel much happier. Thanks Silvana!

It's never too late to recycle your shoes

Yes I'm alive. It's been a long time since I've blogged, so long that I'm too ashamed to look at the date of my last post to know just how long it's been. Let's just say it's been "a while" and leave it at that.

I'm writing tonight partly to get back in the habit, and partly to share that I dropped some old running shoes off at the Nike store to be recycled. I wrote about Nike's shoe recycling program when I first learned about it (so for all my "regular readers," this may be old news). But I figured it was worth mentioning again because it's such a cool thing. It's hard to know what to do with old running shoes because they're too worn down to be donated. I always felt bad throwing them in the trash. Nike's program is the biggest one I know of, and they take any brand, not just Nike. Their website says the rubber, fabric and foam is used to make running tracks, basketball courts and tennis courts. If you want to recycle your shoes, go to Nike's Reuse-A-Shoe website to find a recycling location.

When I dropped off my shoes the first time I told my rugby team about it since I figured they might have some old running shoes lying around. One of my teammates gave me two pairs of shoes, and then a few months ago I bought a new pair of my favorite Adidas Supernovas so I now had three pairs of shoes to recycle. Except that even though the Nike store is about a half mile from my office, I never got around to going. It's kind of a pain to go because it's at the Grove, a busy outdoor shopping mall near my office with parking you have to pay for. So I was only going to go if I could walk there and I always seemed to be too busy running after work (ah, the irony) or too tired and just wanted to go home. So the shoes have been languishing in my trunk for months. But tonight I decided to do some sprints after work at the park across from the Grove, so I brought the shoes with me and went to the Grove afterward. Finally, they were out of my car.

I'd been feeling bad lately about my lack of environmentalism (hence, the lack of blogging). I've been driving to work even though it's summer and the longer days make it easier to take the train. So this felt good. And tomorrow I'll be taking the train to work since I'm meeting my dad after work to go to the Hollywood Bowl. Maybe that will kick-start my public transportation habit again.

But taking the train means waking up early so now I've gotta go to bed. At least I can fall asleep feeling satisfied that I've crossed something off my to-do list!

Electric vehicles coming to a street near you

A state legislative committee is meeting in Long Beach tomorrow. I know, sounds like a bore. But the topic actually sounds interesting. They'll be talking about whether California's infrastructure is ready for plug-in electric cars. Will the state have enough charging stations for the Chevy Volts and Nissan Leafs soon to be hitting the pavement?

When I read about the meeting, it reminded me of a video I recently watched on latimes.com and now have a reason to share. Times reporter Susan Carpenter  experimented with driving an electric vehicle, using energy generated by solar panels installed on her roof, to be truly emissions free. It made me want an electric car even more, although first I'd need the house and roof on which to install the solar panels.

 

I'm curious about how driving an electric cars works. Would owners charge their cars at home, like Carpenter? Or at public charging stations like they do at gas pumps? And, more importantly, is it really better to be fueling your commute with electricity instead of gas? That's why Carpenter's experiment is so intriguing, she's using just the sun to power her car. Along with the video, she wrote this fascinating column about the intricacies of installing solar panels on her roof to charge an electric car, which answered some of my questions (you can charge them using a standard 120-volt outlet that you'd find in any home, although it's much faster when you use a 240-volt charger that charging stations would have).

I'm hoping I'll learn even more after tomorrow's meeting. Not that I'll be there because I've gotta work, but there should be news coverage of it. I know I'm not the only one who's clueless and curious.

Blue line blues

This Column One story in the Los Angeles Times, Blue Line cuts across L.A. County's invisible boundaries, takes a spectator's view of the Blue Line. As the reporter says, "Five bucks gets you a day pass to one of the most unpredictable shows in town." Wow, how offensive to the people who take the train every day. The reporter describes confrontations, pirated DVDs, people hawking water and gamblers -- "poverty porn" as one commenter aptly called it. It's an unfortunate example of reporting that skims the surface instead of immersing itself in the community it's allegedly covering. I think it's too bad because the paper missed an opportunity to respectfully show its readers, most of whom are probably unfamiliar with the light rail system and have never taken a train in LA, how important it is to many of the people who ride it.

That's what struck me when I first started taking the Blue Line a few years ago to save on gas. I sadly hardly ever take public transportation now since it's faster to drive, but I had never realized how heavily used the rail line, which connects Long Beach to downtown LA and is intersected by the Green Line, is. I saw young people taking the train to classes at Trade Tech. There were workers who presumably didn't have cars and those with cars who chose it's convenience, many like myself with packed lunches. Some of what the reporter describes is true -- people begging or selling candy was an almost daily occurrence. I also occasionally saw people talking to themselves or acting aggressively. But many were probably mentally ill and not a freak show to be made fun of. He may not have intended to make fun of them but that is what his tone implies. The first anecdote is of someone urinating on the train, something I've never seen. And I wonder if his descriptions were from several days of taking the train or one long day, rather than one commute, since he saw more than what I experienced in weeks of taking the Blue Line. On most rides, people mind their own business, are polite and things go smoothly. To the rider, it's not constant theater, as he puts it:

In a place dominated by freeways and the automobile's numbing isolation, the 22-mile light-rail line — the oldest in L.A. County, marking 20 years of service this summer — is a rolling improvisational theater where a cast of thousands acts out a daily drama that is by turns poignant, sad, hysterical and inexplicable.

I'm not sure what the point of the article was. Because of the anniversary? But I'm sure there are better stories to tell, stories of people who are often overlooked in society and by the mainstream media.

A step toward banning plastic grocery bags

Good news on the environmental front. The day after I blogged about a bag ban, the state took a step in that direction. The Assembly on Wednesday approved a bill that would ban plastic grocery bags. The part that makes me a little hopeful that this attempt will become law, unlike ones in the past, is that the governor has said he would sign it.

Click here for the Los Angeles Times story about the bill, AB 1998. It says that if shoppers didn't bring their own reusable bags, they'd have to pay at least 5 cents each for recycled paper bags. 

Heal the Bay sponsored the bill. The environmental group says plastic bags harm marine life and pollute the city's rivers and beaches. Los Angeles County uses more than 6 billion (yes, billion with a 'b') plastic bags a year, with a measly 5 percent being recycled. It's not the first time Heal the Bay has supported a bill to reduce the number of plastic bags. Back in 2008, the group supported a bill that would have charged customers 25 cents for plastic bags. (I found this 2007 op-ed from Heal the Bay that is still relevant and echoes the same arguments against plastic bags being made today). 

I like this bill because it's an outright ban on plastic bags while still giving shoppers the option to buy paper bags, so they won't feel like the government is intruding into their lives as much. But I think the cost for each paper bag should be 25 cents so shoppers feel it in their pocketbooks a little bit. Just 5 cents a bag doesn't seem to be enough to change behavior. Because really, people should be bringing their own reusable bags because paper bags aren't that earth friendly either. They use a lot of energy and water to produce and distribute, so they're not necessarily a better option. 

Heal the Bay has information about the bill on their website. I also learned a lot from Warren Olney's interview yesterday with Heal the Bay's Kirsten James.

In the meantime, I'll be keeping up with what happens with this bill in the Senate. My fingers are crossed.

(No) paper or plastic please

I made the mistake of going to Trader Joe's after work today and it was packed. Everyone who'd put off their grocery shopping over the holiday weekend was there, many with kids with no spatial awareness in tow. It was a madhouse. The lines were long so I spent several minutes with nowhere else to look but at the person in front of me. She was an older, fit woman dressed in workout clothes with an oversized green purse hanging off her shoulder. Maybe she'd just come from a yoga class because all she was buying was a Greek yogurt and an organic banana. When the cashier was done ringing her up, he asked if she wanted paper or plastic, a ridiculous question for several reasons. If you're only buying two things you don't need a giant paper bag. In fact, you don't need a bag at all. Yet she said "plastic please." I would have given her the benefit of the doubt and assumed she was walking, but she still wouldn't need a bag because she had a giant purse!

This is why we need to stop giving away bags for free. The state should pass a law requiring stores to charge for bags or ban them altogether. I haven't decided which one I think is better, but I'm leaning toward charging a fee or tax because that still gives people a choice so they can't complain about government controlling their lives. And it works, as proved by Washington, D.C. They started charging a five-cent tax for bags and drastically reduced the number used. 

This article in the Los Angeles Times looks at why California of all places has yet to pass a statewide bag ban. Only San Francisco and Malibu have bans on plastic grocery bags, even though many other cities, counties and even the state have considered them. One reason is the powerful plastic bag industry, which has been waging war against these types of laws. Among their arsenal: They claim that making paper bags releases three times as much greenhouse gases as plastic bags.

OK fine, lets assume that's true. That argument is a red herring anyway because that's not the issue. We shouldn't be using single-use bags at all, whether paper or plastic. Their life span is so short. Seriously, how much do those bags get used? A one-minute walk from the grocery store to the car, then a short drive home, followed by a brief journey into the house where the items are unloaded. And that's it, that's the life of your bag. Then off it goes, most likely into the trash. The L.A. Times article says 19 billion plastic bags are dispensed each year at supermarkets, drugstores and retailers, and that just 5 percent are recycled.

The government and individuals need to be thinking about the way we use disposable items and asking if there's a better way, instead of automatically answering "plastic please" in the checkout line. Paper or plastic? Don't forget the third option: "No thanks, I brought my own."

An easy way to recycle wine corks

Back in my energy bar-eating days, I was trying to find out if I could recycle the wrappers. The answer is no, although Clif Bar has an upcycle program that turns the wrappers into other items. The rub is that you have to sign up and at the time, it's 500 slots were full. But while I was doing my research I came across suggestions for how to recycle other items that you can't put in your recycling bin. One of them was wine corks. You can send your corks to a building company that turns them into cork floor and wall tiles (www.yemmhart.com). Cool, I thought, and started saving my corks. I'm not a big wine drinker so I have a handful stored away in my kitchen (a few others I had were plastic and said they could be recycled). You have to pay to ship them so it wasn't the most convenient.

That's why I was excited the other day when I saw a box in Whole Foods where you can drop off your corks for recycling. I wondered if it was new since I'd never seen it before. Then a few days later, I got a comment on my old post about energy bar wrappers that said to try to find out what groups near you are part of the Clif Bar upcycling program and send yours to them (hey, good advice. Maybe the subject of a future post). The commenter sends theirs to a group that recycles wrappers and corks. The poster said Whole Foods collects corks too (natural and synthetic). Hey, I actually know that, I thought. So I went to the Whole Foods website and found out it was a new program (you can read about it here). In the West, the corks will be sent to Western Pulp, where they'll be used to make wine shippers. In the Midwest, they'll go to Yemm & Hart. And in the East they'll be send to another company that makes products from old cork. So now you can bring your corks to Whole Foods. It's a lot easier than mailing them.

How to have a truly happy earth day

Happy Earth Day! I say that with more than a hint of sarcasm since most of the Earth Day messages I've gotten these past few days have come from companies. Did you know that L.A. is the 8th least wasteful city? I saw that mentioned on latimes.com today and clicked through to the original story in Good Magazine. But on closer inspection, this is not news. It's results from a poll by Nalgene of a few thousand people in the 25 largest cities. If you take the environmental quiz yourself, you get 25% off a new Nalgene product.

Then there was this even more egregious story in my Everything Long Beach e-mail today: 10 tips for using technology to go green!! From Verizon!! Tip #8: Use Verizon's VZ Navigator so you don't get lost and waste gas. I know companies are spitting out these press releases but that it ended up as a "story" in my inbox is insulting.

But I didn't spend too much time dwelling on the inevitable of companies trying to make money off Earth Day because I spent my evening watching Food, Inc. on PBS. The documentary investigates food production practices and their impact on health and the environment. A lot of it was familiar since I've read one of Michael Pollan's books (he's featured in the doc). But the sight of thousands of chickens crammed into a chicken house, sitting in their own feces and too weak to stand up because they'd been injected with hormones to make them grow faster ... well, it was disturbing. So was the sight of pigs being killed and cows being processed but I don't eat meat or pork so I got to feel self-righteous during those parts.

It was crazy to see just how much meat these companies are processing. At the largest pig processing plant in the country, they slaughter 23,000 pigs a day. Obviously when companies are raising, killing and processing that amount of meat, bad things are going to happen (e-coli outbreaks, for example).

So what to do? After reading Pollan's book I tried to buy free range chicken from Whole Foods but after a while it got expensive so I stopped. I think the component I was missing was trying to eat less meat. Americans consume way more meat today than in the past because modern practices (and corn subsidies) have made the meat cheaper. I do it too. Last week I bought  2 1/2 pounds of chicken because it was on sale. What does one girl living alone need with that much meat? But if I eat less of it, my hope is that the cost of buying the quality stuff will even out. It was like the one farmer in Food, Inc. said. People would come to his farm and complain about how much his chickens cost while holding a soda in their hands. We've gotta think more about how we want to spend our money and what we're spending it on instead of being sucked in by the marketing of these giant food companies.

That's the point of Earth Day, right? Raising awareness. Not buying a Nalgene bottle or GPS system.

Can I recycle that?

We've all asked ourselves that question a million times. Yesterday I finished a bottle of mustard and normally would be wondering if I could recycle the plastic cap. But now I know I can. I learned this from a reputable source -- Lisa Harris, Long Beach's recycling specialist (pretty cool title).

Lisa recently started answering recycling questions for Rene Lynch, the Los Angeles Times blogger who goes by the moniker The Recyclist. The post announcing this generated a robust discussion in the comments section with lots of great questions and tips. But that's not the way I contacted her. I e-mailed the city's Environmental Services Bureau when I noticed that they hadn't updated their website to say that they were now accepting Styrofoam for recycling. They'd mailed a flier announcing the change several months ago so I figured it was an oversight (and was being gleefully anal in contacting them). She was the one who replied back to say thanks, so realizing she was the same person who was answering questions for The Recyclist, I asked her my most burning recycling questions. I have many, many more questions but I started small, with just two questions. Didn't want her to think I was a freak or anything.

Me: I know plastic bottles can be recycled, but what about the caps? And I believe I can recycle soy milk cartons but wanted to make sure. I have a stack waiting to be recycled.

Lisa: In our curbside program we try and keep it as easy for the resident as possible. ...you may leave the caps on ... but if it's convenient and there is nothing smelly inside take them off. Yes, you can put soy milk cartons or even regular milk cartons in the purple bins.

Score! Best part is, she said I can always ask her directly. I haven't abused her kindness yet, but I'll be e-mailing her again with some of my other pressing recycling questions, particularly about whether it's worth it to use biodegradable bags. 

In the meantime, I enjoyed reading this post from The Recyclist about small things you can do. I couldn't resist and left a comment about what we do at work to reduce waste.

Environmentalism v. our disposable culture

My new toaster arrived today. It's the same brand and style as my decade-old one but bigger, such is the way kitchen gadgets are these days. Pots and fridges are growing while cell phones and computers are shrinking. And it's not even one of those convection oven monstrosities. But it's so shiny and new I'll forgive it's wasteful girth.

In this blog I've been writing about trying to use less stuff to reduce my impact on the environment. My views are reinforced every time I turn on the radio, go online or pick up the newspaper (that may be bad for the environment but I've cut back to just Sunday). The latest reminder? Today while driving home I heard an interview on NPR by yes, another person who wrote a book about how we're ruining our planet. This guy was saying Earth is not the same as what we inherited. The air has 5% more moisture and the oceans have more acid. Yikes.

But life, and the little moments that make it up, sometimes get in the way of our best intentions. I blogged last month about my new ceramic mug with a lid that makes it look like a paper cup. But there I was on Sunday night after dinner with a friend, buying a chamomile tea in the Coffee Bean with no reusable mug. She's working the overnight shift and wanted a coffee to keep her awake. Me, I was cold. We'd sat outside for dinner sans heat lamps and  I wanted to be warm on our walk home. So should I have just gone without and stayed cold a little longer? It's not the end of the world, for sure. Comfort v. discipline. Being conscientious v. just relaxing already.

I've also blogged about how I eat way fewer energy bars since the wrappers aren't recyclable. But I bought one today after work because I was hungry and was going to be running the hill. I could have gone without but I would have been cranky and had less energy.

And well, then there's my daily culprit: my 60-mile roundtrip commute.

I think I'm partly sharing this so I don't have to feel like a hypocrite, waxing poetic about all the great things I do for the environment in my blog, when in reality it's a constant battle. Our disposable culture is all around us so when someone like myself wants to live more responsibly, I'm constantly tempted to run into a store or go online and in just a few seconds, I've got my quick fix. But what toll do all these indulgences take on our environment?

I don't mean to sound depressing. We can't put the genie back in the bottle but we can make the changes that are easy and permanent. Use reusable bags when you go to the grocery store. Store food in plastic or glass containers instead of plastic bags. Clean mirrors using a rag instead of paper towels. I know the list of "easy ways to go green" is endless, but it's worth a listen. I don't think all these authors and experts are blabbing on the radio and doing interviews for nothing.

Sometimes it's OK to buy stuff

I need a new toaster oven. I usually feel guilty when I want to replace items that still work, just because I'm tired of them or they're out of date. The first R -- reduce -- is in the lead spot for a reason. I thought about replacing my toaster more than a year ago when I moved into my apartment. Moving brings out that "spring cleaning" feeling of wanting to throw everything away and buy stuff that's as clean and new as your new place feels. But I held off because it worked just fine and after I gave it a good cleaning, looked pretty good too (except for some rust on the top).

Fast forward to now. A few months ago a piece of the knob chipped off, making it harder to rotate to broil, my most-used setting. But I still resisted. Then the other day I accidentally left the bag my tortillas came in on top of the toaster. It made a disgusting mess of melted plastic that then hardened. I had no idea how I would get it off. But I didn't spend any time thinking about it (and by that I mean Googling it) because I decided I'd had enough. I wanted, and was going to buy, a new toaster.

My bubble was briefly popped when I was driving to Macy's. I caught the end of an interview Patt Morrison was doing with Annie Leonard, the author of "The Story of Stuff." She was talking about our desire for stuff and the toll our disposable culture takes on the environment. "Our stuff is trashing the planet ..." Talk about a sign. But when I thought about it, I realized that I think this was the toaster my best friend bought me when I moved to Florida in 2000 for my first real job after college. I was poor and possession-less and it was a sweet gesture. It was also practical, since that Black & Decker toaster lasted 10 years and four moves. So I decided that Patt and Annie weren't talking about me. I wasn't being wasteful, just the opposite. I mean, does anyone keep a toaster that long?

Turns out that Macy's was sold out of the toaster I wanted. I didn't take that as a sign either. As soon as I got home I ordered the same toaster from Amazon. It'll be delivered any day now. And when it does, I'm not going to feel guilty. Only problem is that with the hardened plastic adorning the top of my old toaster, I'm not sure I can donate it to Goodwill. And that brings up a whole other issue. What do I do with a toaster that no one wants?

I listened to the whole interview while writing this post. Annie had some good suggestions, many which I follow.

-- Use rechargeable batteries. And if you do have regular batteries, don't throw them in the trash. Take them to an electronics store or a hazardous waste disposal site for recycling.

-- Stop using single-use disposable items like coffee cups and plastic bags.

-- Resist the urge to upgrade your electronics, which are loaded with lead, cadmium, mercury and other toxins. E-waste is the most hazardous part of our garbage. When you do get rid of something, make sure you recycle it with an e-Stewards certified recycler so it doesn't get shipped to a third-world country, where electronics are smashed open for the gold and copper, and all those toxins gets spilled out.

So for now, I'll continue using my cell phone even if I get made fun of for not having a new fancy one. It works just fine. With that one, Annie's got my back. But I'm going to enjoy the hell out of my new toaster too.

Cities should charge for bags

I love this story. In January, Washington, D.C. started charging a five-cent tax on bags and it has made a huge difference. The number of bags used by shoppers dropped dramatically -- from 22.5 million to 3 million.
 
I've always felt that cities should do what D.C. is doing because I think they're going to have to in order to get people to make the switch. We'd like to think that everyone is going to be environmentally conscious but the reality is that old habits die hard, that is until money is involved. All the folks at Trader Joe's and Whole Foods carry their reusable bags into the store with pride but the regular ol' grocery store is a different matter. Some people bring their own bags but it still seems to be a minority, even in California where the major chains are required to sell reusable bags.

I hear people saying they always forget their bags but if they were suddenly charged, I can guarantee they wouldn't leave home without them. It is an easy habit to get into. I hardly ever forget my bags because I have a half dozen at home, plus three in the car that roll up and fit in my glove compartment. All right, to be honest I did forget a bag today when I went to Home Depot. I almost was going to run to my car to get my bag before I got in line but I decided not to because I was being lazy. But I bet if I'd been charged for that bag, I would have gone back to my car. Not because five cents is a lot of money but because of the principal of it -- why pay for something you already have.

The tax is one of the first of it's kind in the nation, according to the Washington Post article. Even better, the money raised from the tax is paying for a river cleanup. I hope that other cities follow in D.C.'s lead, and soon.

More fresh eggs

I think I need to take a food photography class because I take a lot of photos of food for this blog, but it's hard making it look as good in the photos as it does in person. I need to learn the secrets of drool-worthy "food porn."

The picture above is of the eggs I bought at the farmers market yesterday. I made one for breakfast today and it did not disappoint. The woman working at the stand told me the eggs came from a farm in Bakersfield. I bought a half dozen for $2. That's more than a dollar cheaper than cage-free eggs at Whole Foods. It's more expensive than the grocery store (yesterday's Ralphs circular had a dozen eggs for a mere 99 cents) but I think it's worth it because they taste sooo much better. I like that they're big -- it seemed like the yolk was bigger than even the extra large eggs they sell at the grocery store. And maybe it's psychological because I know where the eggs came from, but it tasted really fresh.

I was inspired to buy the eggs after one of my students brought us eggs from her happy backyard chicken. Her eggs were smaller than the ones I bought at the farmers market but both were full of flavor and fresh. I hope I can make it to the farmers market on a more regular basis because now that I've been spoiled, it's going to be hard to go back to eggs at Ralphs.

A paper cup that isn't

If it looks like a paper cup, look again

I don't usually like to buy new things and claim to be doing something good for the environment, but I had to have this mug. It's called Non-Paper Cup and it's a travel mug made of ceramic with a silicone lid and sleeve that's made to look like a disposable cup. I bought it at Cost Plus yesterday. This morning I made green tea  in the mug and then was able to bring it in the car without worrying about spills. And it kept my tea warm (for a while at least). It saves the extra step of making tea in a cup and then having to transfer it to a travel mug. Plus my travel mug has a residual coffee smell that doesn't go so well with the gentle taste of tea.

I first saw one of these mugs at Christmas in the gift shop at the Dallas Museum of Art. It looked more like a real paper cup since it was all white, and it was nicer since it was made of porcelain. I was tempted to buy it but didn't want to add another item to my already bulging, post-Christmas suitcase. So I was excited when Laura told me she'd seen them in a Cost Plus flier. Doing a quick search, it looks like they sell them everywhere now, including Target. At $7.99, this one is a pretty good price. It's big at 14 ounces and the built-in sleeve is a nice add because the ceramic part of the cup does get hot. And it's fun to use because it feels like you've indulged in a hot drink from Starbucks.

Back to the farmers market

 

These Pink Lady apples were so crisp I had to buy them.

I know I know, I've been so bad about updating my blog lately. I'm particularly disappointed in myself because I'd planned to blog more often. I usually play rugby at this time of year but I took the spring season off because I wanted more time for other things, like blogging (and after 11 seasons, my body was telling me it was time for a break). OK, I know I have a small readership so who cares, right? But the point was committing myself to writing regularly (and I figured that if I did want to be read by more people than my dad and my sister, I needed to write more). So here it is the end of February and I've blogged only four times since the beginning of the year. I have one guess as to why. I've been training for a half marathon and so even though I'm not at rugby practice, I'm still spending time exercising, which leaves less time for blogging. And if that isn't the reason, I have no excuse except laziness, which is a definite possibility. But today, even with my training run, I have something to blog about.

My running partner and I ran past the farmers market on our 11-mile run this morning. She said she could smell fresh fruit. But with a stuffy nose, all I could smell was the overpowering sweet scent of kettle corn. I haven't been to the farmers market in months but seeing the row of white canopies (and smelling kettle corn in a weak moment!) made me want to go. So after our run, I stretched, showered and ate, then returned to the scene of the crime, this time driving since my legs were spent.

I stopped at the crafts fair first and bought two pairs of cheap sunglasses to replace the pair I lost last Sunday. Then, in the 10 minutes before the farmers market closed at 2, I filled one reusable bag full of $15 worth of fruit and veggies. Lettuce, spinach, broccoli, onions, potatoes, grape tomatoes ... avocados, organic apples and an orange (extra vitamin C to help me get over my cold).

Rushing through the farmers market isn't the best way to shop. It's better to take one walk through to see what's being sold and then decide what to buy. I bought broccoli and then farther down saw bright green organic broccoli I would have preferred. I also bought organic apples after sampling crisp Pink Ladies. But at $2.50 a pound, they were more expensive than organic apples on sale at Whole Foods. But overall, the trip was worth it. You can't beat not having to roll a wobbly cart through massive aisles and waiting in line at the grocery store. And the vendors are much friendlier than grocery store clerks. A woman who was already packing away her produce went into the back of her truck to find an orange for me, even though I was only buying one for a whoppin' 50 cents.

Another benefit is that you have to stick to your budget, since the vendors only take cash. I didn't have enough money left over for a bag of kettle corn. But that was probably for the best!

Truly fresh eggs

 

Eggs from a very happy chicken, Gracie. They're so yellow.

I haven't blogged in what feels like ages. I haven't even updated the last two weeks of my mileage challenge, which ended two weeks ago. But since right now I don't feel like finding the notebook I was keeping track of my daily mileage in, I'm writing about something else much more fun than my commute: food. I don't write about the teens I work with very often because it seems like an invasion of their privacy since they interact with us without expecting anecdotes about their lives to be shared in a blog. But I just had to mention the tasty, fresh eggs the other editors and I got from one of our students. She's writing a story about her pet chickens and brought each of us two eggs from Gracie. Each pair were wrapped in a paper towel tucked into a paper bag. We unwrapped them to take a look and it felt like Christmas Day. The delicate eggs were different colors and sizes. I had one medium brown one and a small white egg. The words "happy chicken" came to mind, instead of "chicken factory."

I didn't know how long they'd stay fresh but didn't have a chance to make them over the weekend. So on Tuesday morning I whipped up the two eggs for breakfast before work. The yolks were bright yellow and my eggs were glowing on my plate. And they tasted sooo good and fresh. Because, well, they were. It felt even better than eating free-range eggs that still have to be packaged and shipped. These eggs just traveled down the 60 freeway from Walnut.

That morning at work we all raved about our eggs. Laura said it made her want her own chicken. I don't think I'm ready for that responsibility but she also said she wanted to try buying eggs at a farmers market. I think that's a much better idea!

Mileage count: Week 2

For week two of sharing my mileage in my blog I'm proud to say I have an improvement to report: 281 miles instead of 363. What made the difference was one day of taking the train, which I hadn't done in months. I also jumped on my bike a few times to cut out short trips.

Here's the daily breakdown:

• Monday: On my day off, I drove 15 miles to a doctor's appointment and to my softball game.
  

• Tuesday: Drove to work. 64 miles.
  

• Wednesday: Drove to work. 64 miles.
  

• Thursday: I took the train to work so I drove only nine miles. Hooray! And made good headway in the book that I had been neglecting.
  

• Friday: Back to driving to work. But I did bike to the gym at 5:45 am. 64 miles.
  

• Saturday: Drove to work, blah blah. 65 miles. Biked a mile to my friend's house (in boots, thank you very much) and then we walked down to 2nd Street for dinner.

• Sunday: Another no-driving Sunday. I'll call it a biking Sunday. I biked to the same friend's house so we could go running, then biked home, changed and biked to a park 1.5 miles away for softball practice. Coming home I was pretty exhausted and hungry. Yes driving would have been easier but biking isn't too bad, as long as I stay in a two-mile radius of my apartment.
  

Mileage count: Week 1

It's the end of the first week of my experiment to publicly share my mileage. All added up, I drove a grand total of 363 miles. Now that you're done gasping and can read again, here's how it breaks down:

• Monday (my day off): I rode my bike to the gym instead of driving. This is something I should do on a regular basis since it's a whoppin' 1.5 miles away. I drove 16 miles to drop some stuff off at Goodwill and go to the nearby Target. I ended the day getting a ride to my softball game.

• Tuesday: Drove to and from work for a total of 64 miles.

• Wednesday: Another 64-mile commute.
  

• Thursday: At the end of a 13-hour work day, the 110 ramp is closed so I take a detour, adding an extra two miles and a lot of internal cursing at L.A. (My co-worker's guess the next day was that it was closed for filming, which made me even more annoyed.) Total=66 miles.

• Friday: I add an extra 20 miles to my commute to drive to a school to work with a student. Total=82 miles.
  

• Saturday: 66 miles driving to work (I discover that my all-freeway route on Saturdays is slightly longer), then five miles round-trip to meet friends for dinner. I considered biking but I was already running late. Total=71 miles.
  

•  To end the week, I had a no-car Sunday. Since I've taken public transportation to work and liked it, I decided to take the bus to Home Depot. When I'm in my car doing errands I don't think twice about adding another destination or driving to the nice mall over the one that's closest (as I did on New Year's Day, Christmas gift cards in hand). But when you're leaving your car behind, running errands becomes simpler and more streamlined, but not faster so you have to have extra time on your hands. But it did help in my environmental goal of not over-consuming since I couldn't impulse buy and throw whatever I bought in the car.

The Home Depot is three miles away but easy to get to by bus since it's just a straight shot up Cherry. So I walked 15 minutes from my apartment to Cherry, waited about eight minutes for the bus, then rode on the bus for 10 minutes. I got my paint samples and headed out. On the way back the bus came as soon as I arrived at the bus stop. And getting off at 4th Street, I browsed in some antique stores on Retro Row on my walk home with the sun shining (hint, I was enjoying myself). The extra time it took wasn't a big deal but I think that's partly because of the novelty of it all. I'm not sure how often I could do this, or if I could extend it to a whole weekend.

For the rest of the day, I went running with two friends, walked to the grocery store just around the corner from my house and resisted the urge to drive to Target to return some things I'd bought earlier in the week.

A mile here, a mile there starts to add up

After visiting my sister and her family in Dallas for Christmas, I've realized that I can be an impatient, slightly pushy and self-centered Angeleno. So my new year's resolution is to be more considerate. I'll try to thank store clerks and waiters, ask politely for directions and not interrupt a salesperson helping someone else to ask where the bathroom is (I did really have to go). After several years of big city living and always being in a hurry, I found that in a city full of Southern manners where the pace was slower, I liked that people took the time to be gracious to one another. And I started being nicer in return (maybe it helped that I was on vacation and more relaxed). That felt good so I want to extend that positive energy throughout the year.

Despite the theme of my blog, I didn't make a new year's resolution related to the environment. I already do what I can and the big change I could make -- reducing the miles I drive -- is a resolution destined to be broken faster than you can say "diet." But in the spirit of the new year and new beginnings, and inspired by a suggestion from my co-worker Mike, for the next month I'm going to share my mileage in my blog. The goal of my public shaming is to become more aware of how much I drive.

I worked today but didn't remember my plan until I was midway through my morning commute so I'll start on Monday, Jan. 4. Mike recorded his purchases in his blog every day. In a similar vein, I'll be recording my exact mileage. The big culprit will be my commute but I'll also keep track of my weekend driving. This isn't the best timing because lately I've had the urge to redecorate and want to go furniture shopping, which of course involves a lot of driving. But I'm hoping it will force me to cut back, from getting back in the habit of taking public transportation to work to biking more on the weekend. I'll record my mileage every day and update my blog once a week with the total. Mike said his experiment made him more aware of the obvious: small purchases add up. I'm curious to see what I learn. It may be that saying thank you is easier than leaving my car at home.