San Francisco is leading the fight against plastic bottled water. Now they haven’t banned the stuff yet, but have drafted an ordinance that would require the owners of new and rehabbed buildings with water fountains to install bottle filling taps. The theory is that the taps would encourage people to refill BPA free bottles with water rather than reach for another plastic store bought bottled water.
You know, when I was a kid, I would have thought the idea of buying water to be positively preposterous. Still do, but I do buy bottled water now and again, despite the fact that I have a Brita container and a BPA Free Camelbak bottle. My beef with the Camelbak is that it’s a little too fat at the base to fit into my car’s cupholders; an annoying design flaw by both the auto and bottle maker. With climate change bringing about catastrophic droughts, and with the constant polluting of groundwater via the frackers, water truly is a much more precious commodity…but back in the day, and I’m talking some 40 odd years ago, I was drinking water from those porcelain fountains at school and garden houses. And it was a real treat to visit the fancy places and drink water out of a glass bubbler in those funny paper cups that looked like tiny dunce hats.
Anyway, I do applaud San Francisco for their intentions. Those non-biodegradable plastic bottles require too much energy to produce and recycle. And all too often, they end up in landfills or floating around in the oceans causing harm to marine life. And who ever heard of a message in a plastic bottle?
The tap proposal is a good thing really, but I, being predisposed to exaggeration, would go several steps further. I would only allow the city to sell plastic bottled water to tourists who presented a valid tourist visa. Canadians would only have to prove a Canadian accent by pronouncing the words out, house or about.
As I was writing this post about water, some great songs came to mind. If you have a Spotify account, groove on; if not, give it a Spin.
Water of Love – Dire Straits. After all, San Fran was once known as the city of free love with all the hippies.
Black Water – Doobie Brothers. A California band. I’ve always liked this song.
Slow Water – Brian Eno. This is an ambient songs, but not cheesy like those relaxation tapes the old hippies now listen to while doing yoga and eating hemp cereal and free trade Trader Joe’s mushrooms.
Sound of Water – Pat Metheny/Brad Mehldau. Just a very cool song by two master musicians.