IN THE EVENT OF A CRISIS MEME
What do I fear about a serious energy crisis?
More violence and more war, which seem always to be the means to which humans resort when we have shortages of creature comforts. I also fear that I will be completely hopeless and helpless at living without all the things to which I am accustomed to having. I’m not good in cold weather without heat, for instance. I’m not particularly fond of the raw foods movement. I’ve been listening to Robinson Crusoe lately and realizing I just plain would not survive in his situation.
What would I miss most in a world with rationed energy supplies? Not being able to get together with friends and family members who don’t live anywhere near me, which is what’s most important to me in life. Not being able to take showers when I want or to drink all the water and tea I drink all day. I’m also pretty sure I wouldn’t be too happy if I were stuck eating the same food all the time, and if we had scheduled blackouts, say, I don’t know what I’d do if I were suffering from insomnia and couldn’t turn on a light to read. Maybe I’d get used to reading by candle light, but I find that very difficult to do right now. And then there are just all the little conveniences, aren’t there? Suppose I were told I could only drive my car on Mondays and Fridays or some such thing. I am sure I’d suddenly become desperate (despite being someone who seems to be perfectly content to spend multiple days in a row never leaving the house to do anything other than take a walk) to drive somewhere on Tuesday.
What can I do to help? In writing this, I just came up with an idea: get myself used to the idea of rationing. For instance, pick a day of the week that is going to be off limits for driving (which I realize wouldn’t be an option for many but is certainly one for me). Schedule my own “blackouts” a couple of nights a month or something. I also think a lot about the fact that I ought to start an organization that lobbies for major corporations to make employees who don’t absolutely have to be on site telecommute. Think how many cars that would take off the roads every morning and evening. Think how office space needs would shrink, and thus, how we’d be able to use all that land for other things (like community parks and gardens). Think what it would do for families who would have more time to spend with each other. But that’s a major undertaking, so here’s something a little easier that I’ve also been thinking about doing for sometime: creating a non-book-reading blog challenge in which, at the beginning of each month, I provide bloggers with a list of things from which they can choose that would help the eco-justice cause, letting them choose one, trying it just for that month, and then blogging about that experience. Anyone think that might be a good idea?
TEN SIGNS A BOOK WAS WRITTEN BY ME MEME
- There’s so much parenthetical material, you’re afraid you’re going to lose track of what’s really happening.
- You’re laughing (at least you’re supposed to be).
- The era details are completely accurate. If the book is set in 1982, you’d better believe no one’s going to be listening to CDs (unless she happens to be part of a team inventing CD players. I guess it’s the editor in me, but I lost all respect for Donna Tartt’s A Secret History when she had characters listening to CDs during the same era I was in college. I promise you; very few students had CD players during that time, even very wealthy students at wealthy liberal arts colleges. That’s not poetic license; it’s just laziness on the part of the author and the editor).
- You are absolutely certain you know how this books is going to end, but you don’t.
- There are ghosts of some sort, even if they are merely making a token appearance, because every book ought to have ghosts of some sort.
- The writing is not sparse. In fact, you’re thinking, “She needs a good editor.”
- It’s not a mystery, because I could never, ever write one of those, needing to do too much research about police procedure, law, etc.
- It’s not a romance, either, really.
- You don’t know what it is.
- It’s unfinished.
And now, lucky me, I'm off to get ready for this, which has got to be the best gift any Valentine has ever given me. Am I not the luckiest girl in the world to have such a sweet Valentine?