The secret was not inside the plastic

GE desire

Today by the miracle of interlibrary loan I received this GE publication from 1946, How Plastics Solved War Problems. It came encased in plastic.

GE case studies

It came all the way from Stillwater, Oklahoma.

GE plate

I had hoped that inside I would find out how the builders of the atomic bomb used Bakelite, the first synthetic plastic.


I did not find that secret inside, but a bee arrived.

American Odyssey

Q with car partThanks to Rocky from the local Honda dealer parts department, I have learned that the car part of my obsessions comes from a first generation (1994-1998) Honda Odyssey minivan. It was the first minivan Honda ever created, designed and built specifically for Americans.

Honda actually canceled the project after Japan’s economy tanked in the nineties, but the chief engineer, Kunimichi Odagaki, felt so committed to it that he continued to develop it unofficially and persisted until he convinced the higher-ups at the company to build it. The Honda web site has a pretty extensive history.

The first generation Odyssey was built in Japan. Today, all the Odysseys for the American market come from a plant in Lincoln, Alabama.

When Honda launched the new Odyssey design in 2011, Vicki Poponi, assistant vice president of product planning for Honda America, said “Whether you’re driving in Oregon or Orlando, Milwaukee or Mobile — everyone in this great, glorious nation of ours will know that every ‘American Odyssey’ has its roots right here in Lincoln, Alabama.”

The Odyssey sets the standard for American minivans — it is usually a top seller and top award-winner. It won the U.S. News #1 minivan award this year (though I have seen no evidence that it will take one to the land of the dead to converse with shades).

The 2014 Touring Elite model (starting price $45,280) received a Very Innovative Product Award from Good Housekeeping because it comes with a built-in vacuum cleaner, the HondaVAC™, tucked into the cargo space in the back. “Our staff members could let their kids snack in transit for the very first time, stress free,” said the magazine.

The page for the Odyssey on the Official Honda Site includes an ad in the tradition of contemporary American odysseys like Toy Story and Lego Movie. It opens with a shot of six characters — an animal cracker (lion I think), a blue crayon broken at the tip, a bright yellow plastic soldier with parachute folded on his back, a red gummy bear, a partly eaten green sucker, and a popcorn kernel.

It’s a 29 second narrative packed with details. I had to watch several times to get them all. The gang is crowded around the owner’s manual. It seems one of their tribe is trapped inside something called the “cooling box,” and they are trying to find a way to get this creature out. Gummy gets distracted, reading off all the van’s cool specs. Meanwhile Crayon keeps tapping frantically at the page. “What??!!” says Gummy, annoyed and Crayon leaps up and circles the phrase HondaVAC.

“This sucks,” says Gummy (get it?) and popcorn kernel pops, presumably out of fear, just as the black vacuum hose comes to disappear them forever.

The fine print on the vacuum notes that it can run for up to eight minutes when the engine is off. For a really thorough clean, I guess you need to idle.


The true love of the world

baby wrapper


The fantastic poet Lindsey Boldt pointed me to a vid of Slavoj Zizek, in which he stands around in a landfill and talks about the need to love trash. (If you don’t want to watch the whole video, you can just read the caption along the bottom to get the idea.) (Also, this ecological artist is worth checking out.)

I don’t think Zizek goes far enough. He seems to reduce love of trash to an aesthetics, to loving things despite their imperfections. I want to cultivate a love for trash that grows out of an understanding that it is not separate—we are continuous. This is what I was getting at with this piece the Beloved.

We are not (only) star stuff, we are also our trash, waste, contamination. Consider the bisphenol-A inside the bodies of nine of ten people in the United States, the more than two hundred industrial chemicals circulating through newborn babies—chemicals that tweak hormones and lead to changes that may persist across generations, affecting the ovaries of the grandchild born fifty years later. This is not the coming ecological catastrophe, this is the banal today.

The catastrophe—which just means “the turn, the change”—is not in the future, or in the air, or the ocean. It’s inside our bodies, which also contain future, air, and ocean.

What if we understood each piece of trash we encountered as part of us, and loved it like ourselves, as life. What would that be like?