Not Easy Being Green »
I admit it. I like nature. But when it comes down to it, I'm not particularly hardcore about it. I think we ought to recognize it for its beauty and for its potential to go away if we don't pay it enough attention. I like the idea of power from things like the sun and windmills and water and used fryer oil, but I likely won't spend a signficant amount of money to use them instead of good old fossil fuels.
I'm certainly not what most people would call green. I'm not a tree hugger. I eat meat. I very likely will not ever vote for Ralph Nader for much of anything, and certainly not president. I know he's not running with the green party this time around. The point is the same.
I did, however, recently find a way that I could call myself green. I read this story, and I felt like I must be changing in my old age, because I could now identify - albeit slightly - with the green movement. It's not quite as cool as my original idea of a viking-esque (or jedi-esque) funeral pyre, but let's be realistic. I'm probably never going to get my wife to go along with that idea anyway. But being buried in a cheap(er) method, which allows my body to decay more quickly and means that perhaps my family won't be overburdened with costs of putting my body into the ground where it's going to decay eventually anyway? I can support that idea wholeheartedly.
