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The first annual Greenies!

Connecticut is getting better when it comes to recycling, reusing and repurposing , though we have a long way to go. The Yale campus boasts numerous recycling receptacles, but walk just a couple blocks off campus and folks are throwing their plastic Evian bottles in the gutter. To encourage greenness in the State, I am establishing the first annual Greenies: 1. Best Citizen: Milford resident and former teacher Tony Sam for walking along Edgewood regularly just to pick up litter. "People talk about global warming , but they aren't talking about all this litter." He agreed that litter is part of global warming/climate change. He does not expect accolades, just hopes folks will quit throwing cans out their car windows. 2. Best University Practices: Yale University for clearly labeling recycling matter from throwaway items, a practice ubiquitous across campus including in all libraries and other buildings. 3. Best Statewide Government Change: As of January 1, all those p
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The Wacky Wiegler Year in Review: See Ya, ‘23!

This year sucked. The only redeeming portion of 2023 was the chunk dedicated to helping New Haven schoolchildren and teens turn on their Chromebooks and access the lessons their real teachers had provided them. I also lost 10 pounds. And in February I was offered an environmental reporting job in North Dakota that I, temporarily insane, passed up. Other than that, I did not find a permanent job, boyfriend or cat, nor undiscovered millions. Oh yes, I did fall in love with someone ELSE's cat, Laird, a sturdy white dazzler at a Hamden Airbnb. I also joined the club and caught C , after a mask was brought to a kid in class and an aide pushed her name and number my way. Paxlovid was gross, but it worked. I have spent the 10 months since carefully avoiding sniffling vectors unless you count yesterday when Amtrak diverted us to a bus and the guy behind me coughed his way from New Haven to Hartford . I spent a lot of time alone this year, at McDonald's in West Haven or Branford. Sp

Quit overlooking ‘the homeless’

One of the most disheartening sights of (near) winter is seeing homeless individuals treated like garbage. At Union Station, New Haven security is tasked with ensuring folks do not fall asleep on the benches. You heard that right. Sleep is critical to sustain life, and by forcing humans to stay awake the City is promoting an unhealthy, even deadly alternative to a humane solution. I proposed sleep pods recently, an idea long overdue. I now propose providing sections of Union Station for homeless persons to sit and sleep, and not fear being kicked out from 1 to 4 when the station closes. (And if they fall asleep lying down on benches, so be it.) I understand the objections. I heard that an infestation of bed bugs resulted in a sanitization of the waiting area. It is perfectly reasonable to want paying travellers to feel safe from such peril. That is why a section makes sense, a section that would be sanitized at multiple times during the day. Sadly, an overwhelming percentage of friend

Out of the ivory tower, onto the streets: school gun violence requires better communication

I participated in a symposium on the BP oil spill in 2011 that sought to bridge the divide between entities after a disaster, be they universities, corporations, small businesses or individuals. Now, similarly, I am learning about how academia is researching and trying to solve a problem, while admitting boots-on-the-ground experience is necessary. When I heard the alarm sound at a New Haven school where I was subbing in April, I froze. The principal then began talking on the PA very calmly: students and faculty could go into the halls but only en route to another class. We were then supposed to loc k our doors and stay put till further notice. It turned out to be a "partial lockdown" in that there was still some movement allowed, but this did not lessen the terror. Indeterminate gunfire had been detected in the area -- then a few hours later, we got the all clear. A teacher told me quietly, "That's if it is the truth." This particular school had had to have a p

Why New Haven needs sleep pods

Couch surfing is the polite term for what I have experienced these past few months. But many on the streets of New Haven do not have the means to surf on a chair, let alone a couch. A man recently died on the streets, his unreported cause of death: sleep deprivation. Here is a solution: the Mayor could build sleep pods around the Green and other areas, to be determined. Each pod would be accessed only by tokens distributed by the City and specific shelters. The sleepy person would enter the pristine pod and sleep for up to six hours. At five hours, forty-five minutes an alarm would sound. After exiting the pod, City staff or volunteers would sanitize the pod. With Covid -19 cases rising, it is even more urgent to provide basic needs to unhoused persons. I am convinced that sleeplessness is an underreported scourge in the City. Losing sleep means a person risks heart attack, stroke, and other serious ills. The City could also build shower pods for use of 30 minutes. Anecdotally, two

Getting grounded: a rise in green burials

After Lawn Love came out with a list of the most popular states for a "green" burial , it gave me pause: just what is a green burial, do I want one, and why hadn't I (Miss Green) ever heard of one? I had always figured cremation to be the greenest - or arguably, GREENER - alternative. I had seen death as bifurcated - I will be burnt or I will be buried. Scratch that, my body. I will be somewhere else, I hope, sipping a Mai Tai with Elvis, my mom and Uncle John. Connecticut is 24th in the nation for green burials, but Massachusetts is an impressive fifth. (Analyses of these figures is on Lawn Love's site.) A green burial, turns out, can take several forms - from choosing a Redwood we like (while alive!) and buying the little plot of earth around it (then buying a plaque to mark our spot) to, more popularly I think, being buried in a green fashion by forgoing embalming fluids or a toxic burial containers in favor of one that is biodegradable. Connecticut has Better Plac

This is what a school lockdown feels like

I was substituting for a very responsible young teacher. She was one of the first, after my four months with New Haven Schools, to clearly write sub instructions both for full and partial lockdown. I had insisted weeks ago that the District should train subs on lockdown and other emergency protocol. I had been told by the outgoing superintendent Iline Tracey, via e-mail, to check with each school upon arrival. The Director of Emergency Operations Rick Fontana had sent me an emergency guide. I do appreciate all of this, but none of it is enough. When the principal came onto the P.A. yesterday, I was winding down with a group of fourth graders. They were lining up at the door for their teacher to pick them up. I tried not to have any reaction when I heard we were in partial lockdown, but perhaps my expression belied me. A little one looked up at me and said, "One time when we had one there was a coyote outside." The other teacher whispered back to me and answered my question