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I'm Alison Richards and for the next 30 days, starting on April 1st, 2011 I'll be monitoring and documenting my actions and activities while striving to live with the least amount of impact and creating zero waste. This interactive web site is meant to serve as a portal for your participation. Chat with me during my daily 5PM web cast or post your tips and suggestions on the Facebook page. I hope to create a ripple of change through awareness and focusing on making one small change each day.


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Day Eleven - April 11th, 2011

Very excited about the coming week. I'm happy to have the chance to interview some cool people and then possibly head up for a day in Whistler at the end of the week to cover the Film Festival Opening. Remember how I said that the film industry is a major polluter? Looks like there's a big push towards cleaning up that image. Lots to do between now and then... including getting the oil out of my hair. If not before...

1:25PM - Just posted a new column from Brent. It's a very emotional account of his visit to Hiroshima. War is waste; waste of lives, waste of resources, waste in the most unimaginable ways...

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Organic Farmers Sue Monsanto Over Genetically Modified Seeds by Sarah Parsons - 12 days ago
Deja Vu? GE Alfalfa Headed to Court Again by Jessica Belsky - 20 days ago
We Don't Need Industrial Agriculture to Feed the World, U.N. Report Says by Adriana Velez - about 1 month ago


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City woman explores
zero-waste lifestyle

By Jennifer Moreau,
Burnaby Now April 9, 2011


Dear Alison,

No trash talk today, my dear. I'm finally back home from Hiroshima and just outside of Tokyo, the bullet train slid to a stop (IN A TUNNEL!) and the lights went out. In 24 years of riding the Shinkansen, I've NEVER had that happen! An announcement came over the P.A. system explaining that there had been an earthquake, and that the train company was terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but would we please be patient? You could have heard a pin drop. All I kept thinking was, "We're in a mountain tunnel! We're in a mountain tunnel! Earthquake! Tunnel!" We were only stopped for five minutes, but it was unnerving. Got home to a shivering dog sitting in the entry, a few pics askew on the walls and some books dumped on the floor. Apparently there were tsunami warnings for the area where my friend has his beach house. We're actually having another tremor as I type this now!

Uni classes don't start until next week, so seeing as how I had today off, I decided to spend last night in Hiroshima and go to the Peace Park. This is something I think EVERYONE should do, ESPECIALLY ALL world leaders! It's a real eye-opener. EVERYONE should also watch GRAVE OF THE FIREFLIES. It's Japanese anime, but not for children.
I've watched it once, and don't think I'll ever be able to watch it again. I'm positive I've never cried so hard in my life.

On the fifteen minute walk from the hotel to the park, down Heiwa Odori (Peace Street/boulevard), all I kept thinking was, 66 years ago, none of this was here; it was nothing but a burned-out, atomic wasteland. None of these beautiful shade trees were here. August 6th, 1945, 8:15 a.m. there was a huge flash, an unimaginable inferno, and the whole world changed.

The cherry trees were in gorgeous full bloom along both sides of the river, but I could only think of blasted, charred stumps. The weather was absolutely beautiful, but all that was running through my mind was what would it have been like on that terrible, terrible day, with the raging fires and the unbearable Japanese summer temperatures and humidity. The river was a deep green, but I kept imagining it running black with ash and debris, its surface clogged with the burned, bloated corpses of hundreds and thousands of the dead.

I could easily imagine the survivors staggering through the ash, shredded clothing and melted skin hanging off them in ribbons and strips, making their way to the water because they were literally dying of thirst only to wade in and die. Most of those, tens of thousands of them, were women, children and those unable to serve in the military. Civilians. Innocents. People like you, me, our families, friends and neighbours. Six thousand preteens and teens were taken out of school to work in the factories, tear down buildings to make fire lanes and do things that no child should have to do, and were killed while working for their country. SIX THOUSAND!

It was at the Children's Memorial that I got the lump in my throat and my eyes started to prickle. KIDS! Every once in a while I would hear a trolley clang its way down the street and in my mind's eye I would see the photos of burned out trolley cars, the insides filled with the ashes of their vaporized passengers. The weeping willow trees along the river were just starting to put out a beautiful, bright green haze of new leaves. It's a fitting tree to have growing alongside the rivers, because the Japanese say that ghosts live in weeping willows. The willows of Hiroshima bear a heavy burden...

I left the Dome Memorial and wandered across the famous T-shaped bridge, the supposed target for the A-bomb because it was centrally located and easily identified from the air, and walked down the opposite bank of the river heading towards the museum. I've been inside once, and was thinking that I shouldn't go in again today, considering how sad I was feeling. I went in...

At the very beginning of the exhibit is a three minute video talking about the bomb, and there's an enormous explosion in one scene. Every three minutes you hear that huge rumbling sound. Every three minutes; all the way up through the open two-story exhibit hall. Once every three minutes.

It kept reminding me of the rumbling, roaring sound we heard the afternoon of March 11th, when the first quake hit, and I started to get sweaty and tense, so moved quickly over to the other side of the museum where I couldn't hear the bomb exploding anymore. This section of the building is silent, but it's where you get to see the human side of the hell those people went through 66 years ago; bloodstained, torn clothing, a baby's little cotton shorts, school uniforms, little shoes, shirts, blouses, shredded pants, clumps of hair, fingernails and skin, melted lunch boxes, melted glasses, a section of a white plastered wall stained by the black rain, tea cups fused together from the unbelievable inferno...

The front steps of a bank sit in a prominent place, and you can see the shadow of the person who was vaporized while sitting there waiting for the bank to open. I had seen it before and didn't want to see any more, so I left. They have long upholstered benches that you can sit on at the end of the exhibit so that you can look through the glass walls back along the mall, through the memorial arch, past the eternal flame, past the cherry trees and shade trees and willows all the way back to the dome. It's here that most people sit to weep before going back outside to the present.


Tokyo Trash Talk

from my cousin Brent Fialka


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