Technology Recycling Drive: NYC

Hey everyone-

Finally, something you can do with that old computer, phone, fax, printer or whatever and stop using it as a kitty perch or dust collector. Get rid of it!

Tekserve is having their annual recycle old electronics again. Don't throw it in the garbage! Give it to Tekserve to find it a home and/or recycle it properly!

3rd Annual Technology Recycling Drive
Saturday, January 10th, 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.

Tekserve has teamed up again with the Lower East Side Ecology Center to offer free electronics recycling on Saturday, January 10th from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Recyclable items include computers, monitors, fax machines, copiers, DVD or VCR players, radios, telephones, cell phones, televisions, cameras, and stereo equipment.

Certain fully working electronics can also be donated to Materials for the Arts, a reuse initiative to get lightly-used electronics into the welcoming hands of NYC Department of Education classroom students and arts and cultural programs in-need throughout the five boroughs. Check these donation details to see if your equipment qualifies as a tax-deductable donation.

Unfortunately, we cannot accept home appliances such as microwaves, stoves, refrigerators and air conditioners. The components in many electronics can be incredibly hazardous to the environment - contributing up to 70% of the toxins found in landfills - so it's important that they are properly recycled.

For more info: http://www.tekserve.com/service/recycling.php

I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing

(personal note: With a warm heart I think of my friend when I read this poem)

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,
Without any companion it stood there uttering joyous leaves of dark green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,
But I wondered how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there
without its friend near, for I knew I could not,
And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it,
and twined around it a little moss,
And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,
(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,)
Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana
solitary in a wide flat space,
Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend or lover near,
I know very well I could not.

	- Walt Whitman

There is a Pleasure in the Pathless woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

-Byron