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living without plastic

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

A free weekly newspaper in Toronto known for its anxious tone ran one of those stories about the perils of plastic this week.

It was mostly about food packaging, and was as usual designed to urgently get the message across that "plastic is bad, m'kay". It's a message that our household's been responding to since at least the advent of our son's birth. And some of the results are notable for what doesn't exist in our home as much as anything. Today saw another of those examples.

I've noticed that some cyclists who leave their bikes parked on the same stretch of street that I use deploy plastic bags to cover the seat during rainy days. Deciding that this was pretty clever, I asked Mari for a plastic bag on the way out the door today. It turned out that we only had two in the whole apartment. I can distinctly recall having so many stuffed under my sink when I lived in Halifax in 2003 that the plumber couldn't get in there to do some work. Good bye, and good riddance.