Yeah, if I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that, I could afford that Tesla I’ve been eyeing. (Who am I kidding? I could afford that Galactica full series DVD set I’ve been eyeing.) Seriously, it’s a lament that I’ve heard many times, from friends, family and potential customers. But when it came up on Facebook recently, I was recommended to check out Createspace to solve the printed book dilemma. I’ve decided to try it—but before I did, I had to do something important: Find a way to rationalize it.
At the one hundred year anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic, programs about the doomed ship, passengers and crew abound. One of the more interesting ones, to me, was the program by James Cameron, director of the 1997 film Titanic. In his program, Titanic: The Final Word with James Cameron, he gathered numerous experts and carefully studied the latest information on the Titanic, examinations of the wreck and accounts from that fateful night, in order to try to correct some of the wrongs and misconceptions about how the ship went down.
Though the forensic investigation of the most infamous ship disaster in history is fascinating, I will not go into its detail here. To my mind, the most valuable part of the program was the ending, and Cameron’s very appropriate last words.
I can attest to some of the data below… for instance, weight loss. I lost about 20 pounds in a year of riding just 2 miles from home to the local MARC station, then another 1.5 miles from Union Station to my office. I admit I do little biking to shop, but I tend to combine trips, and if the store I want to hit is between the station and home, I stop along the way.
A recent long-weekend vacation, taken by me and my wife, saw me driving from my home north of Washington, DC, to Atlanta, Ga, then to Nags Head, NC, and back home. We drove for a few reasons: One, I am increasingly un-enamored with plane flight (the cost, the hassle, the security, the discomfort); Two, we weren’t sure of our return stopover; and Three, we weren’t sure of our schedule (we were afraid of being called midway through vaca by the vet, to tell us our 18-year-old cat was about to die in their boarding care, and the vaca would be cut short).
Anyway, the trip went as scheduled, everyone had a great time, and even the cat survived without an episode. But the trip found me thinking about my transportation choice: Environmentally speaking, was it better for me to drive that trip… or, if I could’ve arranged it, should we have flown?