I got a lot out of this class, but I think the most important thing focused on the art side of things. The day we spent in class painting was the best part of the course. I went home and started painting and sketching. I have started doing this almost every other day in the past few weeks. Mostly trees. lol. When I was a senior in high school and taking 4 art classes every project I did had trees. There is something about them that I find fun and intriguing to portray. There are so many different kinds, ways to portray them, and emotions that can be communicated. The diversity of them is what keeps me on that subject and not moving to something else.
Practically speaking, I am much more aware of my role in conservation, and well for that matter pollution. They walk and in hand as far as my role I suppose. I was never really aware of the biblical side of ecology and conservation, that as a Christian, I am responsible for spiritually.
One of thing I really appreciated that I am not sure I would have otherwise ever been aware, is the locally specific details. The fact that Lake Washington is a super unique source of freshwater that supplies Brevard county water was very interesting. As well as finding out my location-specific details about where my power comes from, where my waste goes, etc.
About Me
- Sydney-Alyse
- I am a South Carolinian who was raised classic, conservative, Christian, and proud. These are my exploits as I attempt to bring Greek Life and Southern Charm to Southeastern University. I love Autumn, Lilly Pulitzer, Sweet Tea, French cooking, Monograms, Gardenias, Pearls, Sailing, and Turquoise.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Week 11: Post- Post
The sun was dipping lower and lower in the sky as Hadley and Dane approached the summit of Roan Mountian. This was Hadley's favorite part of the Appalachian trail and it was right down the road from her childhood home in Tennessee. A late spring day like this one made the hike even better. Known for it's Rhododendron gardens that were in full bloom this time of year, she and Dane had started their hike at Carver's Gap and had been hiking for several hours along the wild flower covered trails. It was a surprisingly empty trail for that time of year, but Hadley never felt as alive as when she hiked these trails and so she never minded when they belonged to her alone for the day.
She had thought it odd when Dane had surprised her with a trip up the mountain so late in the day; they usually left early in the morning and had hiked up to the summit in time for a picnic lunch. But today, he had asked her to hike up the summit for a sunset dinner picnic. She was a little fearful of hiking back down in the dark, but both she and Dane had grown up here and knew the trails as if they were their own backyards, because, well, they sort of were. She hadn't wanted to disappoint him, because he had seem so excited so, ignoring her misgivings, she consented to a late hike.
They were reaching the top of the summit where it seemed to plateau off a bit, and her breath caught in her throat. No matter how many times she reached the Roan Mountain summit, she was always swept away by the beauty of the valley below her. This was her land, she had always lived in that valley and never wanted to leave.
"Hadley," She heard Dane's voice behind her. She turned to face him, and was surprised when she found him down on one knee... What was he doing? No, he couldn't be....
"Hadley Grace Johnson," he paused, " I have loved you ever since third grade, and I cannot imaging spending the rest of my life with anyone but you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
She stared at him, trying to grasp what was happening. "But my Daddy..." she started, her accent that faded when she was at college in Boston was making a full-fledged appearance.
"I have already asked your father's permission."
Hadley felt the tears start falling down her cheeks as she held out her hand and Dane slipped his grandmother's wedding ring one, the one Hadley had only dreamed would be on her hand one day.
"Is that a yes?' Dane said with a nervous laugh.
Hadley grabbed his hand and pulled him up into an embrace and through her tears of joy, she said, "Of course! You have always known it would be a yes."
The two of them turned and looked out over the valley. The valley where they had grown up and where, now, their kids would grow up.
She had thought it odd when Dane had surprised her with a trip up the mountain so late in the day; they usually left early in the morning and had hiked up to the summit in time for a picnic lunch. But today, he had asked her to hike up the summit for a sunset dinner picnic. She was a little fearful of hiking back down in the dark, but both she and Dane had grown up here and knew the trails as if they were their own backyards, because, well, they sort of were. She hadn't wanted to disappoint him, because he had seem so excited so, ignoring her misgivings, she consented to a late hike.
They were reaching the top of the summit where it seemed to plateau off a bit, and her breath caught in her throat. No matter how many times she reached the Roan Mountain summit, she was always swept away by the beauty of the valley below her. This was her land, she had always lived in that valley and never wanted to leave.
"Hadley," She heard Dane's voice behind her. She turned to face him, and was surprised when she found him down on one knee... What was he doing? No, he couldn't be....
"Hadley Grace Johnson," he paused, " I have loved you ever since third grade, and I cannot imaging spending the rest of my life with anyone but you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
She stared at him, trying to grasp what was happening. "But my Daddy..." she started, her accent that faded when she was at college in Boston was making a full-fledged appearance.
"I have already asked your father's permission."
Hadley felt the tears start falling down her cheeks as she held out her hand and Dane slipped his grandmother's wedding ring one, the one Hadley had only dreamed would be on her hand one day.
"Is that a yes?' Dane said with a nervous laugh.
Hadley grabbed his hand and pulled him up into an embrace and through her tears of joy, she said, "Of course! You have always known it would be a yes."
The two of them turned and looked out over the valley. The valley where they had grown up and where, now, their kids would grow up.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Week 13: Post- Post
A Creative Idea to Help the Environment.
Hmm.... Something effective, but plausible.... Hmmm.....
Ending the excessive watering of the SEU campus. It has been brought to my attention that this doesn't help the entire environment, but as we often discuss in class, every step counts because it adds up over time.
So, here's the thing, the campus watering system is complex and over a huge area, however, it rains, and then we decided to allow the program to run and don't do anything about the fact that we are wasting fresh water. In a state where we will reach a problem with this faster than many other states.
What can we do about this? We need to change our computerized program, or replace ours with one that will, allow an override whenever it has recently rained and the ground will subsequently be overwatered. Again this seems small, but thousands upon thousands of gallons of water would be saved annually, not to mention the reduced water bill for the school which would very much pay off in the long run if we did need to replace our system.
Obviously, certain facilites workers woud need to be given access to the override and make sure that whoever works the weekends was one of these people, but this could be a very effective and simple change if it was made a priority.
Hmm.... Something effective, but plausible.... Hmmm.....
Ending the excessive watering of the SEU campus. It has been brought to my attention that this doesn't help the entire environment, but as we often discuss in class, every step counts because it adds up over time.
So, here's the thing, the campus watering system is complex and over a huge area, however, it rains, and then we decided to allow the program to run and don't do anything about the fact that we are wasting fresh water. In a state where we will reach a problem with this faster than many other states.
What can we do about this? We need to change our computerized program, or replace ours with one that will, allow an override whenever it has recently rained and the ground will subsequently be overwatered. Again this seems small, but thousands upon thousands of gallons of water would be saved annually, not to mention the reduced water bill for the school which would very much pay off in the long run if we did need to replace our system.
Obviously, certain facilites workers woud need to be given access to the override and make sure that whoever works the weekends was one of these people, but this could be a very effective and simple change if it was made a priority.
Week 12: Pre-Post
So, in the resolution of this book, I am frustrated. As adequately described by Prof. Corrigan in class, "I am addicted to 'happy endings.'" Too many Disney Princess movies, and now I do not know what to do with a novel that doesn't end the way I would like it to.
Things to note in this half of the book: 1- Friendship. LeGuin is all about it. One critique I read about this suggested that this was in direct opposition to the "Red Scare" going on at the time, a la the "Creechie Scare." She bonds Lyubov and Selver which changes the way we are viewing Creechies overall and their threat, although it should be noted, retaliation or otherwise, they still invaded the camp. Which calls into question just how right Americans are in their pride over their heritage because we invaded the Native American's land and then punished them brutally for a long time for retaliating. And gave them blankets poisoned with small pox. But now we give them land, casinos, no laws or taxes and a ruined society, so it must be ok right?
On page 96, Selver warns Lyubov, who completely misses the warning and fails to put it in his report. Very Pearl Harbor, No? Again, a parallel to America's arrogance and pride that misses so many stumbling blocks and preventable atrocities.
Things to note in this half of the book: 1- Friendship. LeGuin is all about it. One critique I read about this suggested that this was in direct opposition to the "Red Scare" going on at the time, a la the "Creechie Scare." She bonds Lyubov and Selver which changes the way we are viewing Creechies overall and their threat, although it should be noted, retaliation or otherwise, they still invaded the camp. Which calls into question just how right Americans are in their pride over their heritage because we invaded the Native American's land and then punished them brutally for a long time for retaliating. And gave them blankets poisoned with small pox. But now we give them land, casinos, no laws or taxes and a ruined society, so it must be ok right?
On page 96, Selver warns Lyubov, who completely misses the warning and fails to put it in his report. Very Pearl Harbor, No? Again, a parallel to America's arrogance and pride that misses so many stumbling blocks and preventable atrocities.
Week 10: Post- Post
So I took all the tests, and below are the results of each test:
Carbon Footprint: 19 tons of CO2/year which is below the nation average (but 75% more than the global average, Hello America.)
Water Use: An average of 69 gallons/day and 483 gallons/month for me and my roommate
EcoConsumer Waste: this test applied very much less simply because I use every few of those products. Everything is digital these days and I have a reusable Camelbak water bottle; the only one I really use is paper towels.
What I find is that I am rather below average for most things, but that doesn't excuse me from doing my part in conserving even more. And when I say "below average" that is compared to the average Americans and we are probably the worst in the world in every category.
Carbon Footprint: 19 tons of CO2/year which is below the nation average (but 75% more than the global average, Hello America.)
Water Use: An average of 69 gallons/day and 483 gallons/month for me and my roommate
EcoConsumer Waste: this test applied very much less simply because I use every few of those products. Everything is digital these days and I have a reusable Camelbak water bottle; the only one I really use is paper towels.
What I find is that I am rather below average for most things, but that doesn't excuse me from doing my part in conserving even more. And when I say "below average" that is compared to the average Americans and we are probably the worst in the world in every category.
Week 11: Pre-Post
So I went into this reading rather enthusiastic and excited. I love novels. I devour several a week.
My perspective has changed since my initial reading (obviously, I am writing this after the class discussion). I was initially frustrated with the different styles of writing displayed but when giving it a chance and allowing that it is for the varying thought processes of each character and trying to use it as a map into each characters mind, it is instead a tool, not a hinderance.
LeGuin's goal to make Davidson hated is quickly accomplished with his arrogance and his overall lack of concern for anything or anyone. She achieves this quickly with her female audience when he calls women "prime human stock," as they arrive on a ship for population purposes. He is quickly disliked by his male audience as well though, for he fills every chauvinistic male stereotype a female has offered up in a fight of the sexes. In the beginning it is also important to note that Davidson wants to cut down the forest.
Selver is another matter, we sympathize with his plight and crusade, even if the methods seem a bit barbaric. But, we excuse them, because subconsciously we stil see them as something akin to "Ewoks" in StarWars than humans that are simply living the same intelligent lives we are, just on another planet.
I am still struck by several similarities of this piece and the technology and political environment that permeate the plot of this story (mind you written in 1972) and Ender's Game, by Orsen Scott Card (1977). In WWF, we hear of "the ansible" which is also mentioned in Ender's Game after the LeGuin's "Ansible", and it plays a pivotal role in both works. Ender's Game also has a political machine/structure lead by the Hegemon and International Fleet (IF) which is very similar to WWF's "The League."
My perspective has changed since my initial reading (obviously, I am writing this after the class discussion). I was initially frustrated with the different styles of writing displayed but when giving it a chance and allowing that it is for the varying thought processes of each character and trying to use it as a map into each characters mind, it is instead a tool, not a hinderance.
LeGuin's goal to make Davidson hated is quickly accomplished with his arrogance and his overall lack of concern for anything or anyone. She achieves this quickly with her female audience when he calls women "prime human stock," as they arrive on a ship for population purposes. He is quickly disliked by his male audience as well though, for he fills every chauvinistic male stereotype a female has offered up in a fight of the sexes. In the beginning it is also important to note that Davidson wants to cut down the forest.
Selver is another matter, we sympathize with his plight and crusade, even if the methods seem a bit barbaric. But, we excuse them, because subconsciously we stil see them as something akin to "Ewoks" in StarWars than humans that are simply living the same intelligent lives we are, just on another planet.
I am still struck by several similarities of this piece and the technology and political environment that permeate the plot of this story (mind you written in 1972) and Ender's Game, by Orsen Scott Card (1977). In WWF, we hear of "the ansible" which is also mentioned in Ender's Game after the LeGuin's "Ansible", and it plays a pivotal role in both works. Ender's Game also has a political machine/structure lead by the Hegemon and International Fleet (IF) which is very similar to WWF's "The League."
Week 5: Pre-Post
The "Birds in the City: A Field Sketchbook" intrigued me in the first place because when I began looking at it, I realize that I had assumed a "field sketch" implied that it was sketched in a field. That sounds silly, but you know how you have a preconceived idea about something no matter how silly it may really be. Anyways, So as I look through the field book, I wish that I could sketch with a pen and have such fabulous results. Now, I know the point of the piece is to just sketch. Start somewhere and observe and reflect through the tip of your pen, but I wish I had the same skill as the author clearly does. For instance, on page 84 (I'll mention this again later), the easy skill she demonstrates with perception and dimension are great.
The sketch on page 82, which shows many birds taking flight, or perhaps landing in a row of trees, is one sketch that captures the mind and lets it fly (pun intended). it is simple enough to let the mind fill in colors and ideas; is it winter and the trees are bare? Perhaps its summer and they are full of leaves. The birds, where are they going? Are they flying south? Maybe this is their year-round home.
Page 84 is a sketch of a peregrine on a rooftop and is the sketch that I mention demonstrates great skill and an easy hand at depth and perspective. She also portrays an almost quizzical expression on the peregrine. Which again, leaves the imagination open to so many paths. What is the peregrine's story? What is it doing on a rooftop in this urban setting? What does it think of all of the hustle you see on the streets below?
Her final sketch on page 86 with only the words "Birds and Their Urban Roosts," is an interesting way to end the piece. Like putting an introduction after the whole piece, but it fits. I love the simplicity, it really does seem to sum up the piece.
The sketch on page 82, which shows many birds taking flight, or perhaps landing in a row of trees, is one sketch that captures the mind and lets it fly (pun intended). it is simple enough to let the mind fill in colors and ideas; is it winter and the trees are bare? Perhaps its summer and they are full of leaves. The birds, where are they going? Are they flying south? Maybe this is their year-round home.
Page 84 is a sketch of a peregrine on a rooftop and is the sketch that I mention demonstrates great skill and an easy hand at depth and perspective. She also portrays an almost quizzical expression on the peregrine. Which again, leaves the imagination open to so many paths. What is the peregrine's story? What is it doing on a rooftop in this urban setting? What does it think of all of the hustle you see on the streets below?
Her final sketch on page 86 with only the words "Birds and Their Urban Roosts," is an interesting way to end the piece. Like putting an introduction after the whole piece, but it fits. I love the simplicity, it really does seem to sum up the piece.
Week 3: Post- Post
The Upper Lot
Standing beneath the tall oaks, dripping with lacy spanish moss, I hear the call of the water fowl. The ducks on the lake, Lake Holloway, just beyond the wall of trees and silver palms, call to one another. I hear, if I listen that is, to the flutter of their wings, the splash of the water as they glide to a stop atop the glassy lake surface, the whisper of the wind as it rustles the branches and leaves of the trees and shrubs providing this hollow of shade and peace.
The trees, this place, they take me back, to a time I can only dream of. I wish I knew first hand, but they do. They were here when life was less complicated. They saw the moments that I read about in history books and novels. The "glory days" of this place that I love. They saw, they witnessed, they were a part. Suppose another young girl, seeking comfort on a day in early December 1941, when the world ceased to make sense. She feared for her father, brother, beau, whoever it was in her life. Suppose these very trees engulfed her with silent solace, sympathy and above all else reassurance. They have been in this sport for years, and humanity willing, will be there for years to come. Like both that girl, and me, they have years ahead of them, and many more things to see.
Standing beneath the tall oaks, dripping with lacy spanish moss, I hear the call of the water fowl. The ducks on the lake, Lake Holloway, just beyond the wall of trees and silver palms, call to one another. I hear, if I listen that is, to the flutter of their wings, the splash of the water as they glide to a stop atop the glassy lake surface, the whisper of the wind as it rustles the branches and leaves of the trees and shrubs providing this hollow of shade and peace.
The trees, this place, they take me back, to a time I can only dream of. I wish I knew first hand, but they do. They were here when life was less complicated. They saw the moments that I read about in history books and novels. The "glory days" of this place that I love. They saw, they witnessed, they were a part. Suppose another young girl, seeking comfort on a day in early December 1941, when the world ceased to make sense. She feared for her father, brother, beau, whoever it was in her life. Suppose these very trees engulfed her with silent solace, sympathy and above all else reassurance. They have been in this sport for years, and humanity willing, will be there for years to come. Like both that girl, and me, they have years ahead of them, and many more things to see.
Week 3: Pre-Post
January through July
In the Sand County Almanac, the photographs spoke volumes to me. In this post, I want to explore a reflection on some of my favorites from January to July.
On page 32, Leopold displays a beyond stunning picture of stars as they move across the sky over the course of a night. From my photography experience, this is a technically unbelievable shot. The sharpness of the tree and grasses in contrast to the star trails is insane. A photographer can only dream of the conditions that produced that shot.
On page 44, The shot of Canada geese on the Great Marsh, makes me want, dream, that I am in a boat in their midst. A small wooden row boat ( ok, so maybe I have seen The Notebook a few too many times) and just floating in the middle of this gander. If it started to rain, a few dark clouds crossing what seems to be a bright sky, I wouldn't mind.
The rogue symmetry of the Bur Oak on page 58 caught my attention. The prose that accompanied it was just as breathtaking. "When school children vote on a state bird, flower, or tree, they are not making a decision; they are merely ratifying history. Thus history made the Bur Oak the tree of southern Wisconsin when prairie grasses first gained possession of the region. Bur oak is the only tree that can stand up to a prairie fire and live."
Page 70, holds the image of something I greatly covet: a well worn, name-carved-in, cork-handled old school fishing pole. I WANT ONE. anyways. It is completely wonderful and then to accompany it with one of the many tales that the fishing pole has seen. Page 79 shows binoculars as well as notebooks and a pipe. I think of Leopold as the typical old, british guy. Regardless of his nationality, lol, I find respect for an owner of such well used and well-loved items. All with his name on them, the ownership, I find beautiful.
In the Sand County Almanac, the photographs spoke volumes to me. In this post, I want to explore a reflection on some of my favorites from January to July.
On page 32, Leopold displays a beyond stunning picture of stars as they move across the sky over the course of a night. From my photography experience, this is a technically unbelievable shot. The sharpness of the tree and grasses in contrast to the star trails is insane. A photographer can only dream of the conditions that produced that shot.
On page 44, The shot of Canada geese on the Great Marsh, makes me want, dream, that I am in a boat in their midst. A small wooden row boat ( ok, so maybe I have seen The Notebook a few too many times) and just floating in the middle of this gander. If it started to rain, a few dark clouds crossing what seems to be a bright sky, I wouldn't mind.
The rogue symmetry of the Bur Oak on page 58 caught my attention. The prose that accompanied it was just as breathtaking. "When school children vote on a state bird, flower, or tree, they are not making a decision; they are merely ratifying history. Thus history made the Bur Oak the tree of southern Wisconsin when prairie grasses first gained possession of the region. Bur oak is the only tree that can stand up to a prairie fire and live."
Page 70, holds the image of something I greatly covet: a well worn, name-carved-in, cork-handled old school fishing pole. I WANT ONE. anyways. It is completely wonderful and then to accompany it with one of the many tales that the fishing pole has seen. Page 79 shows binoculars as well as notebooks and a pipe. I think of Leopold as the typical old, british guy. Regardless of his nationality, lol, I find respect for an owner of such well used and well-loved items. All with his name on them, the ownership, I find beautiful.
Week 1: Pre-Post
My name is Sydney-Alyse Young. I am
a junior and a half and nineteen years old. I was born in Columbia, South
Carolina and I consider that my hometown. I am a southerner who is very conservative,
outspoken, classic, and proud of all of it. I love the fall, particularly
football season, pearls, anything monogrammed, navy blue, or that has bows. I
drink 5 cups of coffee a morning and this semester I am making myself do things
I have always been afraid to do or did not want to, things like climbing
towers, rollercoasters, auditions, and 8 a.m. classes. I have lived in 8 cities
and my parents currently reside in Melbourne, Florida. I am PK, MK, and a
children’s pastor.
My
degree is in English. I would like to teach high school English and coach
cheerleading at a Christian school until the Lord sees fit to move me into the
next season in my life and I pay off my college loans. I am called to one day
be in ministry, through my marriage to a pastor and I would like to attend John
MacArthur’s Master’s College to receive a 1-year certificate in women’s
ministry. I am currently the Children’s Pastor at New River Baptist Church in
Melbourne.
The
Lord and my mother are my two closest friends. I am extremely domestic and owe
it to my mother and grandmother who both closely resemble June Cleaver. I know
the Lord has called me to be a supporter not a leader and I do my best to equip
myself for that calling until the Lord brings that season to pass. My life
motto is “Beauty Invites” and if I never went to crazy as to get a tattoo
that’s what it would say. It comes from the book Captivating by Stasi Elderidge and I love it because it embodies
who I want to be. A woman of the Lord who invites those around her to live out
their calling, enabling and loving them, stripping away the bitterness and hurt
I’ve accumulated in life.
I
enjoy reading more than just about any other hobby and I am constantly reading Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen was one
of the best writers of all time and I absolutely adore her writing. The subject
matter, eloquence, imagery, complexity of relationships and time-period
customs, underlying romantic tensions- I love it all! I also love to dance (I
was in Prof. Dixon’s program for several semesters), tumble and cheer, I blog
and have a small following of a group of people I do not know on various
matters like fashion, cooking, college life, and such. I have tried just about
every sport and hobby at least once and value versatility.
As
far as nature goes, I love to sail, hike, creek, climb waterfalls, kayak,
canoe, and just about anything else. One of the highlights of my life was
hiking sixteen miles of the Appalachian Trail, barefoot and in the rain. I do
not have any interaction other than experience, but both my brother and my
god-brother earned their Bachelor’s degrees in Outdoor Recreation Education.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Week 14: Post-Post
This post dovetails so well with my reflection on Psalm 96. The earth is the very center of our humanly existence When we hurt the earth, we are hurting ourselves, because, although one day we will occupy a new earth and the heavenly realms, this is our only real dimension. So often when I think of the earth and hurting people, my brother comes to mind. The boy is a real piece of work and his political standpoints drive me completely up a wall, but I so admire how he views the creation around him. He lives in a small house up in western edge of Maryland with his dog and a whole lot of paint and canvases that have been filled, or are waiting for inspiration to strike. I wish he understood that a God who loves him beyond the limits of his human mind's comprehension, created all of the beauty he so esteems.
While the soul-spirit effects are real, the effects that reach into humanity and daily life are sometimes more visible. If you look at the Gulf Oil Spill, the effects on the daily life of thousands upon thousands of families who live in that area are very real and very painful. Tourism, crabbing, shrimping, and sea fishing all felt the long-linger effects of this avoidable atrocity. The families that are effected are what really touch my heart though. We destroy the environment for our our gains and overlook the individuals that are dependent on that resource. We are more dependent on the earth and its resources than anything else, a fact that I think is often ignored or taken for granted, with the exception of the sustaining hand of the Lord. The livelihood of families and entire communities that rely on the health of our earth and the way we as a nation, no humanity treats our planet.
I think in some ways, because there are increasingly more and more marketing schemes to "Be Green" and "Save the Planet," we have desensitized our culture by making it the stylish thing to be, so that when we have tragedies, people as a whole do not feel any responsibility or need to get involved because they are already the hip, popular "eco-friendly." Last time I checked, using a BPA-free water bottle, recycling plastic bottles when its convenient and wearing a shirt made of 5% recycled materials doesn't excuse you from doing your part, be it raising awareness or physically assisting.
While the soul-spirit effects are real, the effects that reach into humanity and daily life are sometimes more visible. If you look at the Gulf Oil Spill, the effects on the daily life of thousands upon thousands of families who live in that area are very real and very painful. Tourism, crabbing, shrimping, and sea fishing all felt the long-linger effects of this avoidable atrocity. The families that are effected are what really touch my heart though. We destroy the environment for our our gains and overlook the individuals that are dependent on that resource. We are more dependent on the earth and its resources than anything else, a fact that I think is often ignored or taken for granted, with the exception of the sustaining hand of the Lord. The livelihood of families and entire communities that rely on the health of our earth and the way we as a nation, no humanity treats our planet.
I think in some ways, because there are increasingly more and more marketing schemes to "Be Green" and "Save the Planet," we have desensitized our culture by making it the stylish thing to be, so that when we have tragedies, people as a whole do not feel any responsibility or need to get involved because they are already the hip, popular "eco-friendly." Last time I checked, using a BPA-free water bottle, recycling plastic bottles when its convenient and wearing a shirt made of 5% recycled materials doesn't excuse you from doing your part, be it raising awareness or physically assisting.
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