Ecological Footprint Quiz:
My results (4 people living in a smallish, greenish residence driving a hybrid car, but still, ultimately, in need of improvement):
FOOD 3.7
MOBILITY 0.7
SHELTER 2.5
GOODS/SERVICES 2.2
TOTAL FOOTPRINT 9 ACRES
IN COMPARISON, THE AVERAGE ECOLOGICAL FOOTPRINT IN YOUR COUNTRY IS 24 ACRES PER PERSON.
WORLDWIDE, THERE EXIST 4.5 BIOLOGICALLY PRODUCTIVE ACRES PER PERSON.
IF EVERYONE LIVED LIKE YOU, WE WOULD NEED 2.1 PLANETS.
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30, based on the fact that I’m a pilot.
I set off some sort of Greenpeace trigger and I think they’re coming for me. I eat alot of meat.
“Smallish?” I think not.
We got a 2.7 worlds….
I forgot to pay attention to the acres.
I’d need 2 planets.
No problem. I’ll go pick one up at Wal-Mart.
Apparently I too triggered something abominable because when I clicked the link it said FORBIDDEN!!!
I don’t see what the big deal is with making my own gasoline out of crude oil and dumping the waste into my neighbors back yard. Gas prices are high!!!!!
Gee, whiz, Edgy, you got me by a .1. And I got a TEENY house. You must be starved….
I know who you are, anonymous. Chicken!
I think the solar hot water and heat, plus four people in 1,700 square feet, makes the difference, Hoss.
EM–
You have solar hot water and heat in the pnav? How’d you do that without busting the bank?
One word: $retrofit$
BTW, the chicken anonymous up there ^^^ is not me.
So hard to keep all the nomen straight.
-A
Footprint: 17
Planets: 3.8
Damn.
That’s a 2000 sq. ft. house, 2 minivans (bad, I know), mostly veggie and organic diet, especially during tailgate market season and supplemented with our own garden. Also a very strong anti-AC, anti-long shower sort of ethic and rigorous recycling.
Must. Do. Better.
Thanks for the link.
-A
I know that anonymous wasn’t you, A. Though I think I know who you are too!
EM–
You think you know, do you? The little tidal wave of subtle and not-so-subtle hints finally is having its effect?
Hmmm.
Will you be making your educated guesses here in your own public space? Or shall I merely expect a personalized email, phone call, or other Edgy signal, TBA?
Here is a game:
The Incomparable Eddo (who really is incomparable) has my real name and email address. Come to think of it, he has my mailing address too (yo Eddie, feel free to mail that bible stuff!).
You could send your guesses to him, and he can send them to me, provided he wishes to participate and has the time, etc.
If you are correct, I’ll let you know directly and we’ll have a fancy cotillion with free cyberpunch, all you can cyber drink.
If you’re not correct, Eddo will automatically sign you up to audition for The Weakest Link.
Eddie is sworn to secrecy if you guess incorrectly, by the way. We agreed on that many moons ago.
Marginally fun or just marginal?
You could just send me an email straight on, of course, if you are comfortable with your conclusions.
-A
Ohhh, I love games. So you and Eddo have gotten all chummy after your religious debate in my comments field? Is he designing a blog jacket for you?
Now, A, you’re assuming here that I have your e-mail address–which means either a) I have e-mailed you before, or b) you physically gave me your e-mail address, though I have yet to avail myself of it.
I’m voting for the latter, in this case.
EM:
All I’m a-sayin’ is that if you know who I am, then a simple teeny weeny little thing like an email address ain’t a-gonna be no big deal for ye.
‘Nuff said.
Can’t afford site hosting at the moment, and I ain’t a-gonna use no free Blogspot account neether. Wordpress or nuttin’. Therefore, ergo, ipso facto, and thusly, no blog jacket.
-A
O you are cagey, A.
How about we play 20 questions?
20 questions sounds better’n the work I’m actually supposed to be doing.
Go.
-A
A (aside): Methinks she knoweth not what she thinketh she knoweth. And knoweth well what mayest well be a churlish knot, no more.
That’s what this blog needs: more Shakespeare quotations!
Okay, A. Does the work you are supposed to be doing involve job hunting?
Shhh…
I’m on the phone with Jason Sandford at the Citizen-Times asking if I too can be a corraspon…corispon…corrsepond…
…a writer.
-A
O, so you’re not answering the questions directly? Hmmmmm, master of misdirection–or discretion, perhaps?
Okay, question #2: Does your first name or your last name start with an “A”?
Well…”Anonymous” normally does begin with an A.
Silly coraspondint.
The strict Scotty McClellan nonanswer answer to your question, Helen, would be:
“Yes. Why do you hate America?”
-A
So, umm, if you’re stopping at two questions and .5 answers, can I turn off this hot naked bulb hanging over my chair? The heat is getting to me, frankly, and heaven forbid I be forced to tell the truth.
-A
Well, A., some of us have been too busy to further pursue your entertaining misdirection. If you’re not really going to answer the questions, why are you playing the game?
BTW, I’m still somewhat convinced that you are my ex-boyfriend Paul. I know you’re not, as least if the hints you’ve dropped have contained a grain or two of truth, but you talk so much like him. It’s a bit freaky.
So, if you want to answer one of my questions more or less directly, I may grace you with another. Or not. Or send my posse of blog crushes over to your house with sharpened toothpicks. Or sic WLOS on you.
EM:
I am pleased that you find my misdirection entertaining (and hope that you’re telling the truth on that scorer, more or less).
Would you be surprised if this Paul were able to procure a paper copy of the Citizen-Times on its date of publication? A suggestion of proximity, no?
The direct answer to at least one of your questions is yes.
Ain’t semiotics fun?
-A
PS: Please Gawd don’t send WLOS to my house. Those wicked little people.
Yes, A. I figured out some time ago that you’re in Asheville.
In fact, I’m guessing you’d like closer proximity than you currently have to the pnav. To reword that as a question: would you like to move from your current residence?
Am I getting warmer? Hot, even?
O the light so white and blindin’!
Not exactly closer to the pnav, but does EM have an opinion to offer on this place?
Mr. Anonymous thinks that it is paradise on earth and o-so-quiet.
Ms. Anonymous thinks it simply is too far from pnavistan and other downtownish delights and would prefer not to be stuck out in the boonies with the children. This one, perhaps, she thinks, although it too is just a teensy bit distant from AshVegas.
Pleasantly near to lovely downtown Weaverville, however, and its wonderful (wi-fi enabled) .
Note: wi-fi bakery with liquor license. Mmmm.
-A
Ahem…that should be…
“Pleasantly near to lovely downtown Weaverville, however, and its wonderful (wi-fi enabled) .
Note: wi-fi bakery with liquor license. Mmmmm.
-A
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Schmucks.
Definitely the second one, A. Weaverville is practically downtown these days–and so convenient and quaint. And close to Taqueria Fast.
Love the house, too!
So, I’m pretty hot, aren’t I. I mean, of course, I’m hot, but have my hints convinced you of my identity knowledge? Game over?
Dearest EM:
The game’s not over ’til the hot lady sings.
Just sayin’.
-Psuedo A