So, the Toxic Avenger dropped by the Current office this week. He had a lot to say about CPS’s backpeddle on nuke investments being included in that rate hike the San Anto Council votes up, down, or to the side next week.
Weird, you know. He’s from Jersey. Now-solvent NRG Energy is based there. Maybe he’s onto something.
I know your lesionous Milton Lee is dead on for nuclear. We hear that all the way up in Hoboken. We’re sensative, y’know, cuza that Oyster Creek nightmare. Thankfully, fear and intellectual increptiude has soiled the minds and britches of some of your City Bosses. Rather than see their reputations besmirched as my once ivory skin they have pushed back hard on the utility for some (soot-free) breathing room.
Check out Toxic Translator. Been told it’s “totally fuckin’ funny, dude.”
But, dude, this is serious.
Q: How cool is my sister?
A: (At least) one solar-powered, gold-level LEED-certified condo’s worth…
Time to bring that stuff to San Anthony, kiddo! Much lovins…
Denied a corner condo powered only by hamster urine (cutting edge for established edge cutters), I set my eyes on this solar backpack contest. I’m willing to bite, cuz, you know, I’d (ideally) get the bag AND support a great site and the sustainable living guru(a)s at SustainLane.
To get into the raffle all I had to do was participate. A quick review of that vinegary Kombucha did the trick.
When word came back I had been shortlisted, you can bet I blabbed at work about the packs and how cool they are (there goes that w.o.m advertising stooge, I know).
Those who know me, know what a bastard I can be about this notion we can “buy” our way out of our global ecological crisis by retrofitting the objects of our lavish living (globally speaking) with “green” replacements.
But when I won the tshirt/canvas tote combo (runner-up? is that what I’ve come to?) I wasn’t shattered by the experience. The design is superfly (tho, I should have gone with a large, after all), but the faux nutrition box on the sleeve is what I love most. No slave labor in this shirt, Simon. And all organic bolls, Bettie.
Signed, (un)sealed, and delivered in a bradded, non-chlorine-rinsed paper mailer.
Respect the pulp.