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Sensibly Green Part III


This is the part I’m looking forward to:  Food. 

Humans need to eat food, usually a few times a day.  The food must be healthy, clean, safe and nutritious.  Humans do not live long on a diet of gravel and sawdust, washed down with a cup of kerosene. 

Since we need food and the Earth has a fair amount of it, this is good place to stay.  Now, I’m going to let you in on a secret:  Don’t tell anyone. 

Humans eat other living things, including animals.  Lettuce is a living thing until the farmer yanks it out of the ground and tomatoes are alive until twisted off the vine.  Wheat is a living grass until swathed, husked, ground into flour and baked into bread. 

Take two slices of bread, apply heat from electricity to caramelize the sugars in the bread, then smear on a little congealed milk fat from a pregnant bovine.  At the same time, take two slices of raw, fatty, salted, pig flesh from the side or belly of a pig (You do have to kill the whole pig) apply heat to render out the fat, then solidify and caramelize the remaining proteins. 

Slice the tomatoes, the reproductive organ of the tomato plant, add a leaf of the until-recently alive lettuce, two slices of that cooked pig belly and a bit of dried, ground up fruit from the piper nigrum vine. 

Perhaps you want to add an emulsion of undeveloped chicken fetuses torn from their shells, whisked with spoiled white wine and some fruit from an olive tree that have been pressed until oil squirts out. 

You get a Toasted BLT with Mayo.  Now, I am being silly, but just the same…

The healthier the living things we eat, the healthier we humans are.  Lettuce is something you could grow yourself, so you would know exactly how healthy it is.  Same with tomatoes, corn, or papayas, if you can can grown papayas where you live.  

Most urban North Americans don’t grow their own food.  We go to supermarkets and trust that everyone else involved in making our food did things right.  Most of the time the system works well enough.  It is most often when basic, simple foods are messed with that we get into problems.

Read the side of a box of just about any prepared food.  If you can’t pronounce or recognize the names of the ingredients, then there are too many things in there:  The food is over-processed.  

That isn’t to say that it is bad for you, in fact, vitamin fortified milk is actually good for you, but is Polysorbate 80?  Is Xanthan Gum really necessary?  Does artificial flavor do anything for the essential nutrition of what you are putting in your mouth?

Good food is food that is as natural as feasible.  A chicken raised on untreated grains and allowed to run around without being jammed full of vitamins and antibiotics is a fairly natural product. 

Cows, in a natural state, are ruminants who eat grass or grains and drink a lot of water.  If the grass is clean and free of pesticides and the water is pure, then you get a healthy cow.  Feeding a cow ‘bone meal’ increases the calcium in the milk, which is good for us.  However, bone meal is dead cow parts ground up and dried, which is not good.  

Kreutzfeld-Jacobs disease, or Mad Cow disease was a direct result of agricultural businesses making animals become cannibals.  Very few animals eat others of the same species.  Lobsters come to mind and that’s about it.

The less number of ingredients in your food is good, but then there is the Green side of it. 

Papaya does not grow in Ontario, but I can get papayas, mangoes, star fruit, taro, yucca and all kinds of weird produce at my local store, all year long.  Almost all of it is trucked or flown in, which costs energy to do, as well as the energy to store it before it gets to the supermarket.  Tomatoes from Chile, Bananas from Ecuador, Cucumbers from Costa Rica, Oranges from the US, all takes trucks, trains, ships and planes to get that stuff to us.

There is a concept called the "100 Mile Diet" in which you try to eat or consume things that are grown, harvested, slaughtered, made, woven, or wrought within 100 miles of where you live.  The idea is that you support local farmers, local businesses, local craftspeople and local manufacturing.  It costs less energy to get the stuff to you and the sources being closer, you can see how organic, or sustainable, or Green the producer really is.

It is a good idea.  However, it also means that in February you might be living on salt pork, sauerkraut, onions, storage potatoes, and home-canned fruit.  It is do-able but not rating high on the fun scale without a lot of work.  For me, the various pharmaceuticals I have to take to keep from dying, come from more than 100 miles away.  Some come from Indianapolis, others from Richmond Hill and some from Montreal.

But the concept is sound.  Buy local as much as you can.  The Mississauga Farmer’s Market is about two blocks away from here.  You can walk up to the grower, ask questions about how they grow their food and even taste it before you buy it.  I’d rather give a local farmer my money, directly, than a produce broker in New Jersey who sells it to a distributor, to a middleman, to a store, then on the shelves. 

The less hands and fingers involved with my food, the potentially healthier it will be and the greater potential that there was the least amount of non-renewable energy expended to get me to the point of cleaning up crumbs after eating a BLT with Mayo. 

Which brings us to water. 

Humans are about 90% water.  We need to drink clean, fresh, uncontaminated water to live. For that matter, all the things we eat need clean, fresh, uncontaminated water too.  Bad water applied to things we eat, means we get sick, sometimes quickly, like E. Coli tainted spinach, sometimes slowly, like mercury in tuna, or fire retardant in breast milk.   

Using the Great Lakes as a toilet is Stupid.  Running a dishwasher for three cups, two plates a handful of utensils and a cutting board is also Stupid.  Allowing businesses to dump manufacturing effluent into a body of water is Stupid.  Using water to keep a lawn green is Stupid, especially in a desert.

Potable water, the stuff that comes out of your tap, most often called ‘city’ water is generally clean, pure and healthful to drink.  Rain water, the stuff that falls from the sky, is not, legally, potable water.  However, it works just fine to irrigate crops, water the lawn, wash the car, or to hose down the family dachshund.  I am assuming your roof isn’t covered with diseased carrion or nuclear waste. 

Collecting rainwater is sensible and Green, reducing your use of potable water, but there are improvements that could be made.  By law, all the water that comes into a house must be drinkable by humans.  The water in the tank of your toilet is perfectly safe, potable water.  The water that departs after you flush, is not.  We must be protected from sewage and that makes sense.  But the water from your shower, or from the dishes is, aside from being soapy, or greasy, or tainted with crumbs from a BLT with Mayo, is perfectly fine for the garden.

What we need is a way going forward to keep potable water, greywater and sewage separate.  Sewage we all agree needs thorough treatment.  Greywater, like the shower, the laundry or the dishes needs a little treatment.  Potable water is already clean.  Ideally there would be two sewer pipes coming out of the house.  One for the sewage and one for greywater.

Following on, trying to be even more Green, one would go over to a composting toilet and use composted human waste as fertilizer.  However, it doesn’t quite work in an urban highrise apartment building.  The retrofit costs are too high and the payback is too nebulous for a landlord.  There is also the "ick!" factor of using composted human waste products in a garden that is hard to get over, but is done in a number of countries, quite safely.

Reducing the amount of water you use is easy.  Make sure the dishwasher is full before you run it.  Use biodegradable soap and laundry detergent, as it takes less energy to clean the waste water.  Don’t spend forty-five minutes under the shower, unless there is some very strong, compelling medical reason why.  Use water restricting shower heads and taps.  Put a bucket in the shower and use that water on the petunias or the impatiens.  If you can, get a rain barrel and hook it up to your downspout to water the lawn.  Capturing rain water means you can screw the Water Company out of a few dollars, which always feels good. 

And the last two?  Fix leaky taps.  Hire someone, or learn how to do it yourself. The final one is this ditty:  "If it’s yellow, let it mellow.  If it’s brown, send it down."  

The industrial side of it is a little harder to fix.  Perhaps a law that the CEO of every company that uses water in their processes, must drink a liter of their wastewater every month.  That would ensure that the water leaving a factory would be just as clean as the water going in.

 

    

Sensibly Green Part II


A test. Remember our three core facts from the first post?

1) Oil is a finite resource.  We don’t know how much is left.

2) Food is important.  If you don’t eat, you don’t shit.  If you don’t shit, you die.

3) Stupidity and Hydrogen are two constants in the Universe and I’m not convinced about Hydrogen.

Electricity comes from coal, natural gas, oil, nuclear or hydroelectric generation, with a percentage from solar, geothermal or wind.  All the good rivers for hydroelectric generation are taken, so that leaves mostly oil-based and nuclear-based:  Things burning to make heat.

Making electricity most often means making heat to make steam to turn turbines to generate the electricity.  A nuclear reactor is a way to make heat to make steam.  The downside of nuclear generation is the waste will kill you and we don’t quite have a handle on how to keep the waste safe for five thousand years, despite what the commercials say. 

We can’t uninvent nuclear and we haven’t figured out how to make it go away safely.  Let’s just leave nuclear generation of electricity at the level where it is and not make any more problems for ourselves.  As the nuclear plants age out, shut them down. 

That leaves oil-based generation and the percentage of renewable energy generation.  Coal and natural gas are for our purposes, oil-based.  Wind works well enough but solar has issues, as we have clouds on this planet and solar doesn’t work at night.  Geothermal is not widely available, like in Iceland where almost all their electricity comes from geothermal sources.  Maybe there is an active volcano in Mississauga, but I haven’t found it yet.  I think the city would tell us if there was. 

The issue is only partially how we make electricity.  The underlying issue is the storage of electricity.  You can’t store it, except in batteries (or the energy potential in a dam, but those are all taken) and batteries aren’t enough for cities or businesses. 

Just to make it harder, you have to make electricity near where the users of electricity live, as those pesky electrons don’t like to travel very far.  Lazy buggers those electrons. 

Which leads us to:  Reducing the use of electricity means using less oil-based generation.  How do you reduce your personal use of electricity?

Compact fluorescent (CF) bulbs last longer, generate less heat and provide significant energy saving over the course of a year.  I have exactly two conventional incandescent lights now.  One in the stove and one in the fridge.  The rest are CF or low-voltage halogen.  I’m saving my landlord money, but the concept is the same:  Not using as much electricity as I could.

Living in a highrise apartment, I face north, so I don’t use as much air conditioning as a south facing apartment, however, when I go to work, I close the drapes and reset the thermostat to not cool the apartment, unless the temperature gets over 90 F, or 30 C. 

When I get home, I turn the AC on, if things are too muggy and turn if off at night.  In the winter, the heat might come on five times a day, as a twenty-floor concrete building is a fabulous heat sink.  Every unit around me is heated, so the only thing I technically heat are the windows.  I would, if I could, put all this on an electronic thermostat, to do it automatically for me, in case I forget. 

Yes, the fridge runs all the time.  So does this computer, the router and the cable modem.  There is the usual leakage of what are called vampires.  The cable box, the microwave, or anything that could be blinking 12:00 -12:00 – 12:00 uses some electricity to keep the clock running and the electronics warm. 

For example, your TV never really turns all the way ‘off’, despite what the button on the remote says.  If you hook an ammeter up to a TV, you’ll see it still draws electricity to keep the power supply and the picture tube idling.  When you press ‘on’, the electron guns in the picture tube are ready to show you Dr. Phil in about a second. 

Otherwise it is like the Ye Olde Days Of Television where you would power up the mighty Philco or Electrohome and wait 30 to 60 seconds for the tubes to come up to temperature before you could see the Indian Head Test Pattern on WWNY-TV from Watertown, NY.  Captain Kangaroo is going to be on soon!

Ideally, you should unplug those culprits. However, the geek in me is deeply offended by electronics that blink 12:00 – 12:00 – 12:00, so I don’t.  I offset that by physically turning off the computer monitor at the power switch, which on an LCD display, actually stops power draw.

By the way, if you have an older computer monitor, the big tube-type conventional display, you might think you’re using less power by using a screen saver.  You would be wrong. 

Look at the monitor, running the ‘blank’ screen saver in a dark room.  You’ll see the electron guns in the picture tube are actually painting ‘black’ on the screen, which means they’re using electricity.  Hit the power switch for the display and see what ‘off’ really looks like.  Leave the computer itself running if you want to, but turn the display off with the power button and you have reduced the electricity demand by about 70 percent for that computer.  Or, break down and buy an LCD display that uses significantly less electricity.

Rule of Thumb?  If it is electronic and feels warm, it is probably using electricity.  Don’t unplug hospital equipment please.  There are some things that should be running all the time and Grandpa Hubert’s ventilator is one of them. 

Using less electricity means using less oil, coal, natural gas or other stuff that burns and we can’t replace. 

There are Green electricity sources.  Wind power is one I like, as the technology is very simple and simple is usually very Green.  In my perfect world, there would be a modest, self contained electricity generating wind turbine on the top of any building more than three stories high.  Everyone would generate a bit of wind power and that which the building didn’t use would go back into the grid. 

This would mean that the electrical meter on your house would have to spin in two directions.  One way when you’re using electricity that you aren’t generating yourself and costing you money. The meter would spin the other way when you are generating more electricity than you are using, saving you money, deducting from your bill. 

Theoretically, you could be getting a cheque from the Electrical utility and not paying for any of your energy use, as you are generating enough for your own needs and then some.  Needless to say, the electricity companies are not keen on this, as the centralized, metered and highly regulat
ed generation of electricity is how they make grotesque amounts of money. 

Until a government with a set of big attachments orders a change, all we can realistically do is use less electricity.  We can always yell at the government, but we’ve seen how well that works most of the time.

When it comes to Green electricity, there are some excellent things going on with wind power.  Germany is the leader in using a highly distributed grid of wind turbines to supplement their conventional generation.  You find small clumps of wind turbines all over the countryside in Germany, turning gently, rolling out a few more kilowatts of power.  Multiply that times thousands of individual turbines and you cut back on the amount of stuff that gets burned to power your Nintendo Wii, xBox360 or electronic garlic press.

In the Bruce Peninsula, towards Owen Sound, there are several modest sized wind power farms that add some more electrons to the bucket.  There are people who consider them a blight on the landscape and others who are vitally concerned about the rare species of innocent Pileated Monk Gulls that die horrible deaths flying into the whirling Blades Of Death at a wind farm. 

Both sides are right, but both are also being stupid.  If we don’t reduce our consumption of oil-based electricity, then the Pileated Monk Gull (I made it up, don’t bother searching for Pileated Monk Gull) and the rest of us are going to die because the atmosphere will be unbreathable.  The clouds of pollution will make it impossible to see the landscape anyways.  Objections to wind farms as aesthetic blights or as a Bird Cuisinart are not looking at the larger good, over a longer term. 

There are some nifty technologies.  The Peel Region Algonquin Power program burns material that will not compost to generate heat, to make steam to make electricity.  This also includes the international airline garbage, that must, by law, be incinerated for safety reasons.  The system burns it twice, the second time in a high temperature (+1,000 F) oxygen-rich environment to make sure all the little bits are sterilized. 

The fly ash is captured, the exhaust heat is recirculated to extract as much energy as possible, then scrubbed with water, catalysts and activated carbon to clean it.  The dregs are scanned with a big magnet to collect any ferrous metals that might have melted out, then the final bits are used as part of the daily landfill cover.  Peel has several kilometers of roads paved with a mix of asphalt and bottom ash from the incinerator and so far, it seems to work fine. 

Incineration doesn’t mean we can throw everything into the trash and forget about it.  The Peel Region program however, does show that if you must incinerate stuff, you should suck every last erg of energy out of it using all the technology you can to make it as safe as you can, to make electricity and find a way to use the leftovers too.

Geothermal is a superb idea.  The inside of our planet is very hot, molten rock.  Stick a tube into it and pump the heat up to a boiler to make steam, to make electricity.  Except the hot molten rock is five to ten miles below the surface of the earth and is nearly impossible to get at, unless you live on, or near volcanoes or geothermal hot spots.  In those locations, the hot rock from the interior of our planet are much closer to the surface. 

Iceland is is far along the process of using almost no oil to generate their electricity and Iceland gets dang cold in the winter too.  It is one answer, but is dependent upon having an active geothermal hotspot nearby.  This doesn’t quite work for most major cities.

That leaves us with solar:  Solar power has been around for more than 50 years and works well for cottages and travel trailers.  The two problems with solar are that it doesn’t scale up to feeding a business or town, and it doesn’t work at night.  You get caught in the storage issue of batteries, which works for individual houses, but doesn’t scale to a town of 25,000 people. 

It can also be argued that solar cells contain poisonous heavy metals like Cadmium Telluride, Copper Indium Selenide and Gallium Arsenide.  Solar cells are basically light sensitive transistors and most folks can’t whip up a batch in the bathtub over a weekend, paint it on the roof, hook up some wires and be done with the commercial grid.  Not to say that solar isn’t good, as it is very good, but as a percentage of renewable energy, not the whole answer.

The Whole Answer is a bit of everything.  Some wind, some solar, some super high efficiency burning of waste that would be going to a landfill anyways, with what ever we have left from hydroelectric sources and a declining amount of nuclear.           

The Rule of Thumb?  Burning things to make electricity is not good for the planet, as a general guideline.  If we must burn stuff, then have the sense to extract all the energy out of it and make sure that what is left is safe, benign, and reusable in something else that we need. 

Ideally, all electricity should be produced by falling water, blowing wind, or solar cells, as those are things don’t have a lot of footprint, are self-sustaining and we don’t have to technologize it too much.  

The easiest fix is to use less electricity in the first place.  Conservation.

Conservation is inexpensive to do.  It is easy to do, as long as you know how to screw in a lightbulb.  (I mean ‘screw in a lightbulb’ as in remove the current one and put a new one in, you dirty-minded jokesters)  Turn off lights and appliances you aren’t actively using.  Use less air conditioning or heating.  An electronic setback thermostat is cheap (about $50) and easy to install if you’re the forgetful type. 

Get a modern, high efficiency fridge, stove, washer, dryer or dishwasher the next time you have to replace a major appliance.  For those of us who have landlords, ask the direct question of them:  May I please have a new, Energy-Star certified Fridge and Stove?  It will save you, Mr. Landlord, a bunch of money on the electricity for the building and pay for itself in about five years.

There are some ‘activist’ things you can do, that are very simple.  If you shop at a store that is lit up like Christmas when we’re short of energy, ask the manager, very politely and nicely, if he or she would be so kind as to turn off about half the display lights in the store. 

If they can’t (and some corporations don’t give their store managers that kind of latitude) ask politely if the manager would be so kind as to tell head office that it would be good corporate citizenship for the business to cut back on their electricity use.  Leave it at that. 

You’ll be amazed what happens with anecdotal requests from customers that get passed up the corporate foodchain.  Retail is so cutthroat competitive that you might just be listened to.  Or fill out a customer comment card and ask them to cut back on the lights, please.  

As for the politicians.  Hmmm.  We can’t burn them for heat, as the laws discourage that.  We can’t harness the unmitigated manure that falls out of their mouths as a source of bio-fuel energy. 

About all we can do is remind them that conservation is much cheaper and faster than building new coal or nuclear plants.  Conservation can happen over a few months:  A new power plant takes about 5 years to bring online.  A new nuclear plant takes close to 15 years until it starts spitting out electrons. 

Five years from now might as well be 11,000 years from now to a politician, so bring your timeline down to months and use their unmedicated ADD to your advantage.  Green Now = Votes Now.  Use a colourful handpuppet and a funny voice if you have to. 

If they say they ‘have to study the implications and economic paradigms for transparency and efficacy’ you have a Stepford Candidate and should in all decency run away, taking your vote with you.  Let the colourful handpuppet tell them that, as you get the hell out of the constituency office. 

In the next installment, we’ll talk about Food.

 

    

 

 

Sensibly Green Part I


The Live Earth concerts are underway around the planet.  They’re a way to raise the profile of the ecologically sustainable movement by mixing music and eco-friendly information to bring about a change in how we use the Earth’s resources.  I’ll make it easy and capitalize Green to mean all the environmentally friendly things that you should consider.  This is a string of posts, as the subject is fairly deep.

I’m not going to claim I’m all Green.  The mere fact that I’m using the Internet means electricity has to be generated, computers had to be made, metals had to be mined, oil was drilled and petrochemicals were used to get to the point of me typing and posting.  Nothing in modern life is ‘carbon-neutral’, no matter how hard we try. 

It could even be argued that the mere act of dying and being buried is an affront to Mother Earth, as most of us have dental fillings that contain amalgam and mercury.  Therefore our putrefaction is leaching heavy metals into the soil, contaminating groundwater and we won’t mention the problems with the casket, the phenolic glues that hold it together, steel nails that could have been recycled, varnishes made from petrochemicals.  You get the idea. 

Any concept, including Green, can be, to use the Latin, reductio ad absurdum: Reduced to absurdity.  Which is exactly what I have done, with tongue only slightly in cheek, for purposes of illustration that any idea, even good ones, can be taken a little too far.

Green is a number of things.  Small things, generally, but some big ones too.  Most of them are not inconvenient, or even that terribly complex. Going Green consist of knowing three things.

1) Oil is a finite resource.  We don’t know how much is left.

2) Food is important.  If you don’t eat, you don’t shit.  If you don’t shit, you die.

3) Stupidity and Hydrogen are two constants in the Universe and I’m not convinced about Hydrogen.

Working with those three core facts, you can look around at things that use up oil, or make our food less than good, or are stupid.  Avoid those things and you will do good things for our continued existence on the planet.

As a personal experiment a few months ago, I counted up the number of plastic grocery bags I had in a cupboard.  There were more than 150, made from Low Density Polyethylene, or LDPE.  Designed to be single use, I was struck that it was a waste of oil, energy, time, money and effort  For $1.98 I bought two of those ‘bring your own’ Recycling Federation of Ontario permanent grocery bags. 

I keep one in the apartment and one in the car as I most often get groceries on the way home from work, so having a bag in the car makes sense.  When I bring the groceries up, I hang the empty bag on the front door handle to remind me to take it back to the car the next day when I go to work.  Automagically, the next time I need groceries, there is a bag in the car.  It is so simple, even I can understand it. 

How much oil have I saved?  Oh, maybe a quart.  How much energy have I saved?  I have no idea.  I do know that reducing the number of grocery bags that I have used would roughly measure the same as a skein of bags at your local supermarket.  Or, a block of LDPE about two inches thick, 12 by 18 inches and weighs five pounds.  Someone else can do the math.

Mississauga makes it easy to recycle household waste.  You don’t even have to sort it.  As long as there are no wet organics, the city will take all the paper, plastic and metal you can give.  The city has provided each high rise tennant with a Blue Bag, again made from recycled stuff, to catch all the recyclables that we can take to the recycling room, instead of tossing them down the chute and off to the landfill.  A couple of times a week, the city comes by and takes the accumulated recyclables of two hundred or so apartments and feeds it into the recycling stream.

Again, as a personal experiment, I’ve consciously not thrown paper, plastic or metals down the garbage chute next to Chez David.  I throw out, in any two week period, perhaps one bag of legitimate wet organic garbage:  Kitchen scraps, leftover spaghetti sauce, stale pretzels, tea bags and the stalks of romaine lettuce.  The rest of it goes into the blue bag for recycling.  I have to take that blue bag to the recycling room two or three times in any given two week period, as it is full of paper, plastic and other potentially recyclable stuff.  By the way, all those accursed AOL CD’s are polycarbonate and are recyclable.

If there was a Green Box (meaning organic waste, compostable garbage) program for apartment buildings, then potentially I wouldn’t be sending more than a cup and half of material to a landfill in any two week period.  I can understand why apartment buildings don’t do Green Box, as the accumulated wet organic garbage from 200 apartments would start to stink after a couple of days.  Households, however, are a different story and Mississauga has a good Green Box system that produces compost for use in parks, by homeowners and sold retail.   

Less garbage means less trucks hauling it to the landfill to bury it forever after a single use.  The tradeoff is the energy and infrastructure it takes to pick up my recycling and turn it back into things, so it probably will net out the same.  At least I’m getting multiple uses out of things I recycle, so it is an overall Green thing.  Effort or thinking required?  None to Less than None to separate recyclables from organics and reuse both as many times as you can.

We’ll keep going in the next post.

 

 

The Shit List


I am about to post something foul and disgusting, so consider yourself warned. 

The Shit List was a piece of what was called Xerox or photocopier humour back in the day.  For those of us old enough to remember that kind of joke format, before the Internet, Xeroxes and photocopies were the source of a lot of excruciating humour in the office environment.

At one place I worked, the Xerox repairman always had a couple of three-ring binders full of the foulest, rankest humour your could imagine.  As he was in our office about twice a week, we were always kept up to date on the latest humourous items.  Later, as technology evolved, we would fax it to others in distant cities to spread the cheer.  Today, you post a link, or email it to a list on your computer. 

The Shit List has been around for years.  The first time I heard it was over the phone from a good friend, who took close to an hour to read the four or five hundred words.  We were laughing so hard, we both sprained ribs.  For two days my stomach hurt from laughing so much.  It wasn’t that we were fourteen years old either:  We were both grown men, married and respectable suburban homeowners.   

This isn’t to say that that The Shit List is the Funniest Joke in the World, or the most intelligent, or the most polite: Humour doesn’t work that way.  It is pure scatology, offensive in the extreme and actually quite repugnant, dealing as it does with waste elimination.  Oh well.

Credit where credit is due:  Marylou found it on http://qurlyjoe.bu.edu/cducibs/amusing.html

All that is missing is the text looking like a fourth-generation photocopy of a photocopy, as this is as close to the original as you can get.

                         SHIT LIST !!!
                  ————————
THE GHOST SHIT
    The kind where you feel shit come out, see shit on the toilet paper, but there’s no shit in the bowl.

THE CLEAN SHIT
    The kind where you feel shit come out, see shit in the bowl, but there’s no shit on the toilet paper.

THE WET SHIT
    You wipe your ass fifty times and it still feels unwiped. So you end up putting toilet paper between your ass and your underwear so you don’t ruin them with those dreadful skid marks.

THE SECOND WAVE SHIT
    This shit happens when you’ve finished, your pants are up to your knees, and you suddenly realize you have to shit some more.

THE BRAIN HEMORRAHAGE THROUGH YOUR NOSE SHIT
    Also known as "Pop a Vein in your Forehead Shit".  You have to strain so much to get it out that you turn purple and practically have a stroke.

 

THE CORN SHIT

No explanation necessary.

THE LINCOLN LOG SHIT
    The kind of shit that’s so enormous you’re afraid to flush it down without first breaking it up into little pieces with the toilet brush.

THE NOTORIUS DRINKER SHIT
    The kind of shit you have the morning after a long night of drinking.  It’s most noticeable trait is the tread mark left on the bottom of the toilet bowl after you flush.

THE "GEE, I REALLY WISH I COULD SHIT" SHIT-
    The kind where you want to shit, but even after straining your guts out, all you can do is sit on the toilet, cramped and farting.

THE WET CHEEKS SHIT
    Also known as the "Power Dump".  That’s the kind that comes out of your ass so fast that your butt cheeks get splashed with the toilet water.

THE LIQUID SHIT
    That’s the kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out of your butt, splashes all over the side of the toilet bowl and, at the same time, chronically burns your tender poop-chute.

THE MEXICAN FOOD SHIT
    A class all its own.

THE CROWD PLEASER
    This shit is so intriguing in size and/or appearance that you have to show it to someone before flushing.

 

THE MOOD ENHANCER
    This shit occurs after a lengthy period of constipation, thereby allowing you to be your old self again.

THE RITUAL
    This shit occurs at the same time each day and is accomplished with the aid of a newspaper.

THE GUINESS BOOK OF RECORDS SHIT
   A shit so noteworthy it should be recorded for future generations.

THE AFTERSHOCK SHIT
    This shit has an odour so powerful than anyone entering the vicinity within the next 7 hours is affected.

THE "HONEYMOON’S OVER" SHIT
    This is any shit created in the presence of another person.

THE GROANER
    A shit so huge it cannot exit without vocal assistance.

THE FLOATER
    Characterized by its floatability, this shit has been known to resurface after many flushings.

THE RANGER
    A shit which refuses to let go.  It is usually necessary to engage in a rocking or bouncing motion, but quite often the only solution is to push it away with a small piece of toilet paper.

THE PHANTOM SHIT
    This appears in the toilet mysteriously and no one will admit to putting it there.

THE PEEK-A-BOO SHIT
    Now you see it, now you don’t.  This shit is playing games with you.  Requires patience and muscle control.

 

THE BOMBSHELL
    A shit that comes as a complete surprise at a time that is either inappropriate to shit (ie. during lovemaking or a root canal) or you are nowhere near shitting facilities.

THE SNAKE CHARMER
    A long skinny shit which has managed to coil itself into a frightening position – usually harmless.

THE OLYMPIC SHIT
    This shit occurs exactly one hour prior to the start of any competitive event in which you are entered and bears a close resemblance to the Drinker’s Shit.

THE BACK-TO-NATURE SHIT
    This shit may be of any variety but is always deposited either in the woods or while hiding behind the passenger side of your car.

 

THE PEBBLES-FROM-HEAVEN SHIT
    An adorable collection of small turds in a cluster, often a gift from God when you actually CAN’T shit.

PREMEDITATED SHIT
    Laxative induced.  Doesn’t count.

SHITZOPHERENIA
    Fear of shitting – can be fatal!

ENERGIZER vs DURACELL SHIT
    Also known as a "Still Going" shit.

THE POWER DUMP SHIT
    The kind that comes out so fast, you barely get your pants down when you’re done.

THE LIQUID PLUMBER SHIT
    This kind of shit is so big it plugs up the toilet and it overflows all over the floor. (You should have followed the advice from the Lincoln Log Shit.)

THE SPINAL TAP SHIT
    The kind of shit that hurts so much coming out, you’d swear it’s got to be coming out sideways.

THE "I THINK I’M GIVING BIRTH THROUGH MY ASSHOLE" SHIT
    Similar to the Lincoln Log and The Spinal Tap Shits. The shape and size of the turd resembles a tall boy beer can. Vacuous air space remains in the rectum for some time afterwards.

THE PORRIDGE SHIT
    The type that comes out like toothpaste, and just keeps on coming. You have two choices: (a) flush and keep going, or (b) risk it piling up to your butt while you sit there helpless.

THE "I’M GOING TO CHEW MY FOOD BETTER" SHIT
    When the bag of Doritos you ate last night lacerates the insides of your rectum on the way out in the morning.

THE "I THINK I’M TURNING INTO A BUNNY" SHIT
    When you drop lots of cute, little round ones that look like marbles and make tiny splashing sounds when they hit the water.

THE "WHAT THE HELL DIED IN HERE?" SHIT
    Also sometimes referred to as The Toxic Dump. Of course you don’t warn anyone of the poisonous bathroom odour. Instead, you stand innocently near the door and enjoy the show as they run out gaggin and gasping for air.

THE "I JUST KNOW THERE’S A TURD STILL DANGLING THERE" SHIT
   Where you just sit there patiently and wait for the last cling-on to drop off because if you wipe now, it’s going to smear all over the place.

 This just in! A new category. Respectfully submitted by a browser who, oddly enough, desires no credit for his discovery.

The "TURBO-CHARGER" SHIT
    You're sitting there, minding your business, so to speak, thinking
    everything is normal, and suddenly there is a totally unexpected, yet
    full and robust passing of wind, followed by more, perfectly normal
    shit. This typically results in a completely soaked behind.

 

And another one already, from Gavin Leek. Sounds like he’s personally familiar with this one.

THE FLOCK OF SEAGULLS SHIT
    You drank some very yeasty beer the night before, you're driving along
    the only stretch of freeway with no service station for the next 50kms,
    you skid to a halt when you get there, drop your pants on your way in
    to the trap, and there's an immediate explosion, followed by the
    realisation that there's a new mottled wall-paper on the wall behind
    the bowl.
 
 
 

Irving Libby Gets Commuted


President Jo Jo The Idiot Boy, while in deep discussions with Vladimir Putin at the Cradle Of Idiocy in Kennebunkport, Maine, took time out to commute the sentence of Irving Lewis ‘Scooter" Libby just a few minutes ago.

Irving, if you remember, was looking at a couple of years federal time for being a lying sack of waste products, while working for Shotgun Dick Cheney.  Shotgun Dick and Kousin Karl knew that if Irv went to the Crowbar Hotel, the likelihood of him telling the whole truth when he got out, was very high, so they distracted President Jo Jo The Idiot Boy with the shiny side of a DVD and handed him a last-minute press release, commuting Scooter’s sentence.

Meanwhile, over at the Kennebunkport guest house, Vladimir Putin was cooling his heels, doing Sudokus with the Secret Service, waiting for the Jo Jo The Idiot Boy to come back from the meeting. 

Their conversations picked up where they left off, Putin talking about the downside of moving any Patriot Missile installations to Europe, while Dubya was daydreaming out loud about the Spice Girls getting back together and its impact on the Twins.

Putin left a few second later, saying he had an urgent appointment and he’d be back in a while.  Putin’s comment, "возьмите дерьмо" or "зажмите регистрацию" depending on how you interpret it, could mean closer ties in the lumber and building materials sectors, or, Putin was going to "pinch a log".

Meanwhile the conventional media is in a flat spin.  The White House has now officially jumped the shark and the media feel duty-bound to nail someone to the floor for the most flagrant abuse of Presidential Power since Gerald Ford gave a Kiss and a Hug to Richard Nixon after Watergate.

The political subtlety of the act of commuting Irving Libby’s sentence is on par with a Tasering and baton beating of The Constitution.  Which means it is beyond the mental ability of Jo Jo The Idiot Boy and can only be dumped on the desk of Cheney and Rove as the parties responsible.

Vladimir Putin meanwhile, after taking the sports section of Pravda with him on his mission, returned to a darkened meeting room.  Jo Jo had left the building.

 

 

Canada Day 2007


Today would be the 140th birthday of a reasonably good country that has its share of problems but seems to get along without too many cracks in the sidewalk.  Let me tell you about it.  I’ll translate for the Americans as I go.

Size:  We’ve got five time zones in this joint.  Newfoundland is actually closer to London, England, than to Vancouver, British Columbia.  I can drive on an interstate equivalent for 12 hours and only go through one province and about halfway into another.  To cross Ontario, one of the larger provinces, it takes a day and a half to drive the width of it using the Trans Canada Highway.  Smaller provinces, like Prince Edward Island can be circumnavigated in a day.

People:  32 million or so, mostly clustered along the border with the US, as the further north you go, the colder it gets.  The further north you go, the more likely it is that all your needs fly in on a bush plane, including lettuce, gasoline and Pampers. 

TV:  We have the 500 channel universe and have for decades.  Satellite for phones and communications have been around since the 70’s especially up north.  Ottawa, my home town, was a fully cable-wired city in 1967.  Carleton University was one of the first wave of FreeNets using the DARPA-Net backbone for regular folks in the 80’s.

Snack Foods:  You can get Twinkies up here, as well as Fritos and Pringle’s.  But you can also get the Jos Louis, the Passion-Flakie, Old Dutch chips, as well as popcorn twists and sugar pie. 

Beer:  Lots and it packs a punch.  Try "Maudite" from UniBroue and wind up on your ass.  Nobody up here drinks Moosehead:  That’s an export-only beer.  Foster’s isn’t made in Australia for the US market.  It is made in Toronto.

Wine:  Lots and much of it very good.  Icewine was popularized up here.

Liquor:  Where do you think Canadian Club comes from?

Water:  Lots.  Cod?  Not so much anymore.

Smokes:  You can find Marlboros anywhere.  I’ve found them in Ha Noi Vietnam.  Canadian smokes are not for the faint-hearted.  Try Player’s Plain or Export A Plain if you want to collapse a lung and wind up in hospital with nicotine poisoning. 

Sex:  When its too cold and dark to do anything else, what the heck do you think we do?  The federal government used to pay something called the Baby Bonus in the 60’s, so mating was at one time government subsidized.  Not that we weren’t interested in doing the deed, but the playoffs were on, so a little financial encouragement was needed.

Hockey:  Too much.  However, we are hosting the FIFA Under 20 World Cup this year, so soccer is on the rise.  Don’t ever join a pickup game of lacrosse, technically our national sport, as the injuries from playing lacrosse make battlefield trauma look like a tricycle boo-boo on a five year old.

Earthquakes:  Occasionally, but more on the West Coast, as the geologic and tectonic connections of Vancouver are directly related to Los Angles and Alaska.

Floods and Dust Storms:  Got’em. 

Drugs (Smoking Category):  The biggest export from British Columbia, aside from good lumber that irritates the US, is dope that will loosen the top of your skull and leave you babbling incoherently for a day.  Tampico ditch-weed is frowned upon here.

Drugs (Non Smoking Category):  All of them.  We might be missing some obscure kind of horse tranquillizer mixed with lye and poppy stalks, but if you want to set your head on stun, the larger cities can set you up. 

Drugs (Real ones with prescriptions)  All of them.  I would be remiss to overlook the 222C, which is a high potency Aspirin with Codeine and it cures damn near everything that hurts.

Gasoline:  We’ve got plenty but it is expensive, as the government taxes the snot out of it.

Government:  Just as deluded, dishonest, incoherent and asshatted as the US versions.

Toronto:  The famous quote from Peter Ustinov about Toronto is it is New York run by the Swiss.  A closer truth is Atlanta run by the Dutch.  There are 198 countries in the world, each with their own cuisine.  I think we’re only missing the Burkina Faso and Tuvalu restaurants to have the whole set in Toronto.  White tablecloth to street meat smog dogs, we’ve got it.

Montreal:  Significantly better food that Toronto.  I defy you to get a bad meal in Montreal, or Quebec City.  Even if you order dog poop on a plate, it will be beautifully presented, impeccably prepared and seasoned perfectly.  Served with a nice Chardonnay and hand-made baguette toast points, you will still have a good meal. 

Oceans:  Three, if you count the Arctic, but that one is usually under ice, except with global warming.

Good Looking Men/Women:  The Boys Town area of Toronto has some of the most handsome, breathtakingly attractive men you will ever see.  Montreal has women so droolingly gorgeous that traffic stops to watch.  Unfortunately, in Boys Town, they’re almost all gay.  In Montreal, to get their attention, you have to offer a Porsche as conversational collateral.

Poor Folks:  We’ve got our share.  Try North Bay or Yarmouth if you want to see that segment of the societal scale.  The Hanson Brothers from "Slapshot" are not a caricature, a spoof or ironic.  "Trailer Park Boys" is almost a documentary of some part of Canada.

Igloos:  They do exist and a few thousand Innu elders are left who know how to make them for real.  This would be up north, past the 60th parallel and only in the depths of winter.  There are no igloos in our major cities.  We don’t eat walrus or whale meat, unless it is at a sushi bar, under very odd conditions.  The majority of Canadians have never eaten muktuk.  Don’t ask.

Driving:  On the right. 

Language:  Eh? is nation wide, except Quebec.  Eh? is an interrogative, noun, verb, adverb, adjective, conjunction, gerund and even onomatopoeia on occasion.  In Quebec, use Qua?

Gitch, Gotch or Gonch:  Underwear.

Brains:  Insulin, the Zipper, Superman, the Blackberry, most of NASA in the 60’s, the telephone, Trans-Atlantic wireless, Gerald Bull, Marshal McLuhan, Leonard Cohen and David Suzuki.

Talent:  Most of Hollywood.  Sorry about Celine Dion and Paul Anka.  David Frum you can keep along with Conrad Black.  Thomas Cruise Mapother used to live in Parkwood Hills in Ottawa, as a kid, for which we take no responsibility whatsoever.

Beauty:  The list is too long.

Idiots:  Mike from Canmore.  Most of the government. 

Wide Open Spaces:  You can stand on the border between Manitoba and Saskatchewan and watch your dog run away.  For three days. 

Lump in throat moments:  The Snowbirds (431 Demonstration Squadron) on Canada Day, performing airshow acrobatics over Parliament Hill, along with 250,000 of your closest friends.

It might have problems, but it is still Canada.  Happy Birthday!