writer Marciano Durán left us in his latest book ( "The question is contrive and other inconsistencies" ) a deep reflection on the social changes that have led us all to an unsustainable overproduction of waste, as part of a gradual abandonment of rationality in our relationship with the environment and consumer goods.
of irrationality so much change and this text made me think that the world no longer revolves around the sun The world now revolves around the dollar.
"Rejecting the disposable"
Surely the fate has conspired to complicate my life.
accommodate the body can not get with the times.
Or to put it better: I do not get accommodate the body to "use and throw" or the "Buy and Buy" or the "disposable."
I know, I have to go to therapy or to ask a psychiatrist who my physician.
What I just do not get to roam the world and throwing things changed for the following model just because someone comes up to add a function or shrink a little.
Not so long ago with my wife we \u200b\u200bwashed the diapers Gurises.
The hung on the rope with the flukes, the planchábamos, the doblábamos and preparing for re-soiling.
And ... our kids ... they just grew up and had their own children were in charge to throw it all away (including diapers).
unscrupulously were given a disposable!
Yes, I know ... our generation always cost him throw. Neither
we were very disposable waste!
And so we walked through the streets Uruguayan keeping the mucus in your pocket and fat in the dish cloths. And our sisters and girlfriends were managing as best they could with cotton to meet monthly fertility.
Nooo! I do not say it was better.
What I say is that at some point I got distracted, I fell off the world and now I do not know where it goes.
Most likely it is now, that's not deny it.
thing is that I can not change the stereo once a year, the phone every three months or the computer monitor every Christmas. Guardo
disposable cups! I wash the latex gloves that were to be used once! Stack like an old fool the plast foam trays of chicken! The plastic covered with alpaca living in the utensil drawer!
is coming from a time when things were bought for a lifetime.
Indeed! Were bought for the life of those who came later! People inherit
clocks, Drinking games, lunch boxes and even fabric bowls and china spittoons.
And it turns out not so long in our marriage, we had more cooking than I had in all my childhood neighborhood and we have changed three times fridge.
We are getting screwed!
I discovered them ... I do it on purpose!
Everything is broken, worn, rust, cracks or consumed in a short time we have to change it. Nothing
repaired.
Where are the cobblers mending the soles of Nike socks?
Has anyone seen a box spring mattress weeding every house? Who fixes
electric knives? Does the grinder or the electrician? Will Teflon
for tinkers or airplane seat to the saddlers?
Everything is pulled, everything is broken and while we produce more and more garbage.
The other day I read that there was more trash in the past 40 years in the history of mankind.
who have less than 40 years is not going to believe this: When I was a child by my house did not pass the trash!
I swear! And I have less than 50 years!
All wastes were organic and were to stop the chicken coop, a duck or rabbit (and I'm not talking about the seventeenth century)
There was no plastic or nylon.
gum just saw on wheels of cars and shooting were not burned them down in San Juan. The little waste
not eat animals, served as compost or burned.
I come out there.
And not that there's been better.
It is not easy for a poor guy who was raised in the "save and save once can be used for something" going to "buy and discard already has the new model."
My head does not stand much.
Now my family and my friends' children not only cellular change once a week, but also change the number, email address and even the actual address.
And I was prepared to live with the same number the same woman, the same house and same name (and boy, was a name to change)
I was raised to save it.
TOO! What
served and what is not.
Because someday things could return to service.
gave him credit for anything.
Yes ... I know, we had a big problem: they never told us what things we might serve and what not.
And in an effort to save (because we do case) keep up the navel of our first child, the tooth of the second, gardening kits ... and I can not not keep the first poop.
How can they understand that people who are clear your cell phone a few months after buying it?!
Could it be that when things are not readily available are valued and become disposable as easily be achieved?
At home we had a cabinet with four drawers.
The first box was for tablecloths and towels, covered the second for the third and the fourth to everything that was not cloth or covered.
And we kept. How we kept
! Tooooodo
we kept it! We kept the counters
soft drinks! How
for?! We did
clean shoes to put in front of the door to take away the mud. Bent and hooked to a rope curtains turned into bars.
After classes you took out the cork, and clavábamos martillábamos A peck to make instruments for end of year party at school. Tooodo
we kept! Things we used
: blankets, lamps, rollers, needles onduline and primus.
And things would never wear. Buttons
losing their shirts and reels that ran out of thread were piling up in the third and fourth drawer.
Parts of pens that someday we could return to state.
straws without ink, ink straws without plastic without the pen caps, pens without the cap.
gas lighters or lighters without losing the spring. Springs losing your lighter. When the world is squeezing the brain to invent throw lighters which they complete, the Uruguayans invented recharge disposable lighters.
And Gillette-up halved-sharpener became throughout the school year. And our drawers kept the little keys of the cans of pate or corned beef, just in case that one can come without its key.
And batteries!
batteries passed the first Spica freezer to the roof of the house.
Because we did not know whether to give heat or cold to live a little longer.
We resigned ourselves to that end their life, we could not believe that anything less than a jasmine live.
Things were not disposable ... they were storable.
newspapers! Served for everything: to make templates for the rubber boots to put on the floor on rainy days and above all things to wrap. The times that we learned of a result by reading the paper glued to the hip!
And we kept the silver foil chocolates and cigars for Christmas pinitos guides and pages of the almanac of the Bank Insurance to make pictures, and dropper remedies in case you did not bring any medicine dropper and used matches because we could turn on a burner of the volcano from the one that was turned on and the shoe boxes that became the first albums.
and a cigar box and Richmond became posamates belts and injection vials with rubber caps piled who knows with what intention, and the decks were reused though without any, with the hand enrollment Jack of sword saying "this is a 4 of clubs." The drawers kept
toothpick pieces left clothing and metal hook. While housed
only pieces rights to her other half is expected to become a stick again.
I know what happened to us: we had a hard time declaring the death of our objects.
Just as today the younger generation decide to "kill" just appear to stop serving those times were not to declare anything dead ... or Walt Disney.
And when we sold ice cream in cups which became the base cover and they said "Take the ice cream and then pull the cup", we said yes, but ... minga that we were going to throw! We put them to live on the shelf of glasses and cups.
cans of peas and peaches turned pots, and even telephones.
The first plastic bottles, the serum and Jane Water transformed into ornaments of dubious beauty.
The egg cups deposits became watercolors covers Bollone in ashtrays, the first cans of beer corks holders and expected to find a bottle.
And bite me for not making a parallel between the values \u200b\u200bthat are discarded and those preservábamos.
I will not do.
I'm dying to say that today not only are disposable appliances, that too until marriage and friendship is disposable.
But it will not make the recklessness of comparing objects with people.
bite me not to speak of identity is lost, memory pulling collective will of the ephemeral past.
I will not do.
I will not mix the issues, I will not say that the perennial have become outdated and obsolete as did perennial.
I will not say that the elderly are death states are just beginning to fail in their duties, the spouses are exchanged for newer models, that people who lack any function they are discriminated against or that they value most the nice, shiny and glamorous.
This is only a story that speaks of diapers and phones.
Otherwise, if you mix it things would have to seriously consider delivering to the witch as part payment of a lady with fewer miles and some new role.
But I am slow to navigate this world of reinstatement and run the risk that the witch wins hand me be me ... and delivered.
And I ... I do not give.
(*) "Rejecting the disposable" is included in the latest book by Marciano Durán "The question is contrive and other inconsistencies." This is his blog: http://www.marcianoduran.com.uy/
of irrationality so much change and this text made me think that the world no longer revolves around the sun The world now revolves around the dollar.
"Rejecting the disposable"
Surely the fate has conspired to complicate my life.
accommodate the body can not get with the times.
Or to put it better: I do not get accommodate the body to "use and throw" or the "Buy and Buy" or the "disposable."
I know, I have to go to therapy or to ask a psychiatrist who my physician.
What I just do not get to roam the world and throwing things changed for the following model just because someone comes up to add a function or shrink a little.
Not so long ago with my wife we \u200b\u200bwashed the diapers Gurises.
The hung on the rope with the flukes, the planchábamos, the doblábamos and preparing for re-soiling.
And ... our kids ... they just grew up and had their own children were in charge to throw it all away (including diapers).
unscrupulously were given a disposable!
Yes, I know ... our generation always cost him throw. Neither
we were very disposable waste!
And so we walked through the streets Uruguayan keeping the mucus in your pocket and fat in the dish cloths. And our sisters and girlfriends were managing as best they could with cotton to meet monthly fertility.
Nooo! I do not say it was better.
What I say is that at some point I got distracted, I fell off the world and now I do not know where it goes.
Most likely it is now, that's not deny it.
thing is that I can not change the stereo once a year, the phone every three months or the computer monitor every Christmas. Guardo
disposable cups! I wash the latex gloves that were to be used once! Stack like an old fool the plast foam trays of chicken! The plastic covered with alpaca living in the utensil drawer!
is coming from a time when things were bought for a lifetime.
Indeed! Were bought for the life of those who came later! People inherit
clocks, Drinking games, lunch boxes and even fabric bowls and china spittoons.
And it turns out not so long in our marriage, we had more cooking than I had in all my childhood neighborhood and we have changed three times fridge.
We are getting screwed!
I discovered them ... I do it on purpose!
Everything is broken, worn, rust, cracks or consumed in a short time we have to change it. Nothing
repaired.
Where are the cobblers mending the soles of Nike socks?
Has anyone seen a box spring mattress weeding every house? Who fixes
electric knives? Does the grinder or the electrician? Will Teflon
for tinkers or airplane seat to the saddlers?
Everything is pulled, everything is broken and while we produce more and more garbage.
The other day I read that there was more trash in the past 40 years in the history of mankind.
who have less than 40 years is not going to believe this: When I was a child by my house did not pass the trash!
I swear! And I have less than 50 years!
All wastes were organic and were to stop the chicken coop, a duck or rabbit (and I'm not talking about the seventeenth century)
There was no plastic or nylon.
gum just saw on wheels of cars and shooting were not burned them down in San Juan. The little waste
not eat animals, served as compost or burned.
I come out there.
And not that there's been better.
It is not easy for a poor guy who was raised in the "save and save once can be used for something" going to "buy and discard already has the new model."
My head does not stand much.
Now my family and my friends' children not only cellular change once a week, but also change the number, email address and even the actual address.
And I was prepared to live with the same number the same woman, the same house and same name (and boy, was a name to change)
I was raised to save it.
TOO! What
served and what is not.
Because someday things could return to service.
gave him credit for anything.
Yes ... I know, we had a big problem: they never told us what things we might serve and what not.
And in an effort to save (because we do case) keep up the navel of our first child, the tooth of the second, gardening kits ... and I can not not keep the first poop.
How can they understand that people who are clear your cell phone a few months after buying it?!
Could it be that when things are not readily available are valued and become disposable as easily be achieved?
At home we had a cabinet with four drawers.
The first box was for tablecloths and towels, covered the second for the third and the fourth to everything that was not cloth or covered.
And we kept. How we kept
! Tooooodo
we kept it! We kept the counters
soft drinks! How
for?! We did
clean shoes to put in front of the door to take away the mud. Bent and hooked to a rope curtains turned into bars.
After classes you took out the cork, and clavábamos martillábamos A peck to make instruments for end of year party at school. Tooodo
we kept! Things we used
: blankets, lamps, rollers, needles onduline and primus.
And things would never wear. Buttons
losing their shirts and reels that ran out of thread were piling up in the third and fourth drawer.
Parts of pens that someday we could return to state.
straws without ink, ink straws without plastic without the pen caps, pens without the cap.
gas lighters or lighters without losing the spring. Springs losing your lighter. When the world is squeezing the brain to invent throw lighters which they complete, the Uruguayans invented recharge disposable lighters.
And Gillette-up halved-sharpener became throughout the school year. And our drawers kept the little keys of the cans of pate or corned beef, just in case that one can come without its key.
And batteries!
batteries passed the first Spica freezer to the roof of the house.
Because we did not know whether to give heat or cold to live a little longer.
We resigned ourselves to that end their life, we could not believe that anything less than a jasmine live.
Things were not disposable ... they were storable.
newspapers! Served for everything: to make templates for the rubber boots to put on the floor on rainy days and above all things to wrap. The times that we learned of a result by reading the paper glued to the hip!
And we kept the silver foil chocolates and cigars for Christmas pinitos guides and pages of the almanac of the Bank Insurance to make pictures, and dropper remedies in case you did not bring any medicine dropper and used matches because we could turn on a burner of the volcano from the one that was turned on and the shoe boxes that became the first albums.
and a cigar box and Richmond became posamates belts and injection vials with rubber caps piled who knows with what intention, and the decks were reused though without any, with the hand enrollment Jack of sword saying "this is a 4 of clubs." The drawers kept
toothpick pieces left clothing and metal hook. While housed
only pieces rights to her other half is expected to become a stick again.
I know what happened to us: we had a hard time declaring the death of our objects.
Just as today the younger generation decide to "kill" just appear to stop serving those times were not to declare anything dead ... or Walt Disney.
And when we sold ice cream in cups which became the base cover and they said "Take the ice cream and then pull the cup", we said yes, but ... minga that we were going to throw! We put them to live on the shelf of glasses and cups.
cans of peas and peaches turned pots, and even telephones.
The first plastic bottles, the serum and Jane Water transformed into ornaments of dubious beauty.
The egg cups deposits became watercolors covers Bollone in ashtrays, the first cans of beer corks holders and expected to find a bottle.
And bite me for not making a parallel between the values \u200b\u200bthat are discarded and those preservábamos.
I will not do.
I'm dying to say that today not only are disposable appliances, that too until marriage and friendship is disposable.
But it will not make the recklessness of comparing objects with people.
bite me not to speak of identity is lost, memory pulling collective will of the ephemeral past.
I will not do.
I will not mix the issues, I will not say that the perennial have become outdated and obsolete as did perennial.
I will not say that the elderly are death states are just beginning to fail in their duties, the spouses are exchanged for newer models, that people who lack any function they are discriminated against or that they value most the nice, shiny and glamorous.
This is only a story that speaks of diapers and phones.
Otherwise, if you mix it things would have to seriously consider delivering to the witch as part payment of a lady with fewer miles and some new role.
But I am slow to navigate this world of reinstatement and run the risk that the witch wins hand me be me ... and delivered.
And I ... I do not give.
(*) "Rejecting the disposable" is included in the latest book by Marciano Durán "The question is contrive and other inconsistencies." This is his blog: http://www.marcianoduran.com.uy/
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