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Tuesday, November 18th, 2003

junkmailers threaten legal action

My modus operandi for handling junk mail for the past 30 months:

  1. call the vendor to have my address removed from the mailing list
  2. shred the documents that contain my name or address
  3. send back the prepaid reply envelope with a flyer from some other junk mailer inside

The last step is my favorite. It was an idea promoted by Jon Carroll. Its goal is to make direct mail less profitable.

I believe this campaign has begun having an effect. Some of the reply envelopes I see now contain barcodes.

For example, MBNA, a major cobranded credit-card vendor and junkmailer, uses barcodes on reply envelopes. Presumably, MBNA can track who the offer was sent to just by scanning the barcode on the empty envelope. I’d like to think MBNA’s response would be to take the corresponding address off the mailing list, but I cut the barcodes off my reply envelopes anyway. I don’t need another credit card.

Capital One Junkmail Threat

Today I received a credit-card offer from Capital One, a fictitious business name junkmailer. The reply envelope contained a barcode, and something I’ve never seen before in this context: a threat! It reads,TAMPERING WITH THIS ENVELOPE OR ITS CONTENTS MAY RESULT IN LEGAL ACTION

I find this fascinating. I know of no law that dictates what I’m allowed to do with something I receive in the mail. Can the sender imply a contract? “By opening this package, which we sent you without your consent, you agree to follow our rules regarding the contents.” I’m pretty sure the envelope and its contents become my property, and I can do anything I want with them… including cutting off the barcode and sending back the envelope (with an MBNA flyer inside).

In fact it’s pretty offensive, what Capital One is claiming: that they can send mail to me, but I can’t send it back.


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posted to channel: Privacy
updated: 2004-02-22 22:49:16

Saturday, November 15th, 2003

death in the family

The email came a few days ago — a co-worker from a job I scarcely remember died last month in Mexico on vacation. Heart attack. He was 46.

I found a picture, and remembered him. His name was Gordon. He and I shared a total of three conversations in the year I worked at that company, fully ten years ago. He was a nice guy, well-liked as I recall. I was young and in a hurry and didn’t make much time for socializing with co-workers, so I never got to know him. He was a decade older than me — then, it felt like a lot.

The email invited me to a memorial service. I knew immediately that I would go, even though out loud I expressed ambivalence — a reflex, I guess, a habitual re-running of the old program. I knew I’d go, but I couldn’t say why. I might see a few familiar faces. But even those familiar faces wouldn’t be too familiar; I had not kept in close contact with anyone. It seemed likely I’d join a crowd of strangers to honor the life of a man I knew nothing about.

But maybe I’d have an opportunity to connect with some of those people, to take the time to do what I was too busy to do ten years back.

I don’t know many people who have died… a high-school classmate, a few of my parents’ friends, my grandparents. That’s it. Nobody close. I don’t know what I’ll feel about death, when it finally takes someone I care about. Maybe that’s why I wanted to go to the memorial, to feel loss, even secondhand.

I found Gordon’s obituary online. It contained a sentence that hit me like a fist to the ribs: “He wanted to write a book someday.” He wanted to write a book, but instead he had a heart attack. At the service, I picked up a copy of the book outline Gordon had been writing. His friends had typed up and printed his notes as a tribute. This is as close as his book will ever get to being published.

Gordon had rheumatoid arthritis. His book was to be an autobiography of sorts, the story of his life as seen through the lens of a disease he’d survived for 35 years. The copy reads like poetry, and is all the more tragic for it. Fragments of memories, fragments of sentences, non-sequiturs. His notes were private meanderings, never intended to be read by others, but now they are all that is left. I have glimpsed into a dead man’s mind, and I feel the loss. This is what might have been.

In a section called “The Natural Years,” he wrote, “Everyone’s got a cure. Vegetarianism and head squeezing.” Under “Fusions and Fun,” he wrote, “The neck, numbness, and spontaneous fusion. None of the classic threatening signs. Another enigma.” Another section is unwritten but for its ominous title, presumably enough of a reminder that additional words were unnecessary: “The Colon Episode.”

They hint at a life I never knew, at a person I miss not because he was a friend but because he was just too young to die.


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posted to channel: Personal
updated: 2004-02-22 22:49:16

Thursday, November 13th, 2003

SF Green Festival 2003

We went to the SF Green Festival over the weekend. It was as cool as ricecream. I expected a small and forgettable and haphazardly-managed event, but I was surprised — this festival was huge and completely professional. There were over 200 exhibitors and a crowd so large it was difficult to get around, shoulder-to-shoulder idealists and bright-eyed vegetarians. I heard that the organizers expected 20,000 attendees.

I insisted on visiting every booth. Who knew what earth-friendly treasures I might discover? And with Chrismas approaching, this was prime shopping time. Never mind the fact that nearly nobody on my gift list gives an unsprayed fig about saving the earth. Maybe they’d appreciate organic rat poison (booth #279) or a six-pack of WholeSoy Cultured Soy Drink (booth #409) anyway.

BTW, I tasted the WholeSoy drink. It was really good, surprisingly good. It tasted like a yoghurt smoothie, but without any undertones of bovine growth hormone, mad cow disease, salmonella, meat, or fur. The woman at the booth recited a list of six live bacterial cultures in the mix, as if she had recited the same list a thousand times already. Probably she had. She didn’t say why ingesting any of those Latin-named compounds might be a good idea. Generally I try not to consume things I can’t pronounce, especially if they were originally discovered in somebody’s Petri dish.

A company called Earthware makes biodegradable picnicware — knives and spoons and forks that look like plastic, but are made of wheat or corn. They’re compostable. Unlike plastic versions, they’re made from a renewable resource. Unlike plastic versions, these won’t be around in 1000 years, clogging up your descendants’ back yards.

Needless to say, these utensils are a lot more expensive than plastics, which are stamped out by the millions in offshore factories. That’s one of the biggest downsides to the pursuit of renewable resources and nontoxic living — it is expensive. It’s sad to think that the lifestyles optimized by economies of scale are so poisonous.

Another neat product we saw: a flooring material called Marmoleum. It is linoleum, as far as I can tell: a flax-based floor covering made entirely of natural raw materials, without chemical solvents. They say it’s antiseptic, anti-static, allergen free, and (of course) biodegradable. It looks great and feels good underfoot. I think our next bathroom remodel will start at the Marmoleum website.

Lots of organic cotton and hemp clothing vendors were in attendance. Some of the hemp vendors couldn’t help themselves — apparently it wasn’t enough to promote hemp because it grows easily without pesticides and makes high-quality food, fiber, and pulp — they had to push the NORML party line too. Personally I think the war on some drugs is wrong-headed, but still the hemp people would have an easier time selling T-shirts if they wouldn’t also sell decorative water pipes, wink wink, nudge nudge.

One of the hemp clothing vendors displayed a device I’d never seen: an aluminum cylinder, maybe four inches in diameter, disassembled into sections, each of which clearly had some functional purpose. I was mystified as to what that purpose might be. The device’s lid screwed off to reveal what looked like an iron maiden, if an aeronautical engineer had taken it upon himself to design a palm-sized torture device (while listening to, say, Iron Maiden). The underside of the lid was machined into a 3D skyline of sharp edges and teeth.

Another piece of the cylinder had a very fine mesh screen in it. A third was a reservoir of sorts, screwed below the screen.

I had to ask — “What the heck is that thing?” The sales guy had a free-spirit sort of vibe. He dressed in hemp and, as would become evident, smoked it too. “It makes (hashish),” he exclaimed enthusiastically, whispering the word “hashish” and glancing around as he said it, as if a DEA agent wouldn’t have been clubbed into unconsciousness by hairy-armpitted vegan warrior princesses at the door of the convention center.

“See,” he went on, unscrewing the lid, “you put your (stuff) in here… screw down the lid… the powder goes through the screen and collects down here! Then you can (smoke) it, or lace your (joints) with it, or cook with it, you know, make (brownies)!”

He was chatty. I wondered if this was the first time he’d demonstrated the hashish grinder that day. Maybe he’d led a tutorial before lunch.

He was just one character of many. The whole crowd was colorful, like a madras skirt in a tie-dye factory. I saw corporate CEOs in (bleached) oxford shirts. I saw Haight St. refugees with open-toe sandals, their dreadlocks tied up in African knit caps. The former smelled of expensive cologne. The latter, of BO and patchouli. Both made me queasy.

My sensitivities notwithstanding, I liked the crowd. We all shared a vision of reducing waste, developing sustainable lifetsyles, and being healthy. For the most part we had all decided not to live under the illusions painted by junkfood vendors, the makers of dangerous oversized automobiles, or the politicians who spin untruths into reassuring PR pap. It was comforting to see so many people who, as unlike me as they might have appeared, believed a lot of the same things. It made me hopeful.


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posted to channel: Conservation
updated: 2004-11-05 06:15:55

Wednesday, November 12th, 2003

obesity epidemic

In a piece about obesity, and the American epidemic thereof, Mark Morford writes:

Maybe we need to start reading ingredient lists. Compare. Contrast. Ask basic and commonsense questions, like, which is better, the natural chips with four organic ingredients, or the preliquefied heat-molded salt-crusted Pringles Xtreme Ranch, with 142 unpronounceable ones made by Dow Chemical?

He calls it, Terror Is A Triple Meat Pizza.


Tags: morford, pizza, obesity
posted to channel: Personal
updated: 2007-02-25 14:30:36

Tuesday, November 11th, 2003

soros vs. bush

I don’t mean to get all political, but if you think George W. Bush is a raving lunatic hell-bent on the destruction of the entire planet, you might be interested to know about MoveOn.org’s campaign to run television ads highlighting the President’s failed policies. (Now that I have broadband, I can download the videos in less time than it took MoveOn to film them.)

Today’s news: George Soros and a number of other wealthy people are pledging to match all MoveOn’s member contributions. For every dollar you give, Soros will give another fifty cents, up to $5M total.

Soros said some fascinating things: “America, under Bush, is a danger to the world.” And more foreboding: “My experiences under Nazi and Soviet rule have sensitized me.”

I have no sense of what the middle of the country (i.e. Reno to Boston) feels about the issue. Out here on the left coast, everybody is so liberal that cursing this or that aspect of the Bush administration is like background noise, attenuated down to the point that you’d only notice it if it stopped. Or if he instituted some new atrocity, like cutting down yet another old-growth forest under the name of “Healthy Forests Initiative.” Sigh.

Anyway, I’m all for voter education. Put the perspectives on the table and let the voters decide for themselves.


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posted to channel: Politics
updated: 2004-02-22 22:49:16

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