February 13, 2010

Boulder impeded by Power of One

In a demonstration of their Power of One, Boulder
citizens are choosing to fight the green movement.
They say they want to make a difference, but it takes
more than words. In her article * about the effort,
Simon says Boulder's green actions overall are building.
Simon says there are many incentives for moving it up.
Simon says the city asks for more to be done by all.
Boulder citizens are not doing what Simon says the
average citizen could be doing to help momentum.

Boulder leaders found it necessary to go into every
home making changes that should have been the action
of the homeowners. Leaders had to do the changes by
themselves. The painful part is that these individual
changes are not significant. The steps that the citizens
can take cost little and do not take much time either.
They are as easy as… changing a light bulb. I can't help
asking, "how many individuals does it take to change
a lightbulb? More than a few when the homeowners or
renters have good intentions, but apparently they
do not get around to doing it themselves or just resist.

Intentions have little to no worldly effect. Minor actions
-- including not taking action-- make a difference. To
wield the Power of One either way is a choice we make.
By not doing taking the steps, Boulder citizens make a
choice. Doing and not doing: there is no difference.

* Even Boulder Finds It Isn't Easy Going Green
In the Wall Street Journal on 2/13/10 by Stephanie Simon

February 6, 2010

Respect in an outlook on life

I just discovered an admirable person. The essay "Before I Die…" was written by Edmund Carpenter about his wishes for life. "Great sorrow" accompanied "truly great love" among the things he hoped for. In one paragraph, he emphasizes how his "synopsis… did not include a wish for continued happiness" in it. Yet, I recognize that he "gets it" as striking as his aspirations may sound to the average reader. Edmund seeks a "truly great adventure" knowing that such includes ups and downs. Presumably, he got what he wanted, having written this at the age of 17 and then finding 70 years to live. Considering this, I find respect in it.

*The essay was published on February 6, 2010 in the Wall Street Journal. Mr. Carpenter died in December 2008 at the age of 87.