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Urban Philosophy

by Eric Anderson
?Eric Anderson, aka the Sesquipedalian Dumpster Diver, lives in Victorian Village. He digs deep, writes about urban topics, and relates them to our larger life experiences. Sometimes he uses large words needlessly. Want to read more? Go to and click on “The SDD.” email

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September/October 2017 Issue

This title is a phrase that was introduced to me as a child; I understood it to be a well-known guideline from the entertainment industry. More recently, it has reminded me of my carbohydrate addiction. If I start breakfast by pouring a bowl of cereal, I’d better just keep the box and the milk carton close by. I can’t seem to “fill up,” even on so-called healthy cereals; carbs always leave me wanting more. This is true of any addiction, whether it’s alcohol, chocolate, or Netflix. But this phrase also speaks more generally to a core tenet of consumerism that we embrace in this country: “make them want to buy more.” Corporate America has been very successful at convincing us that we want more of almost everything, whether it’s shoes, video games, or the latest phone.

Consumerism is about our desiring and craving, and this phrase reinforces what has been ingrained. But in some situations we might begin to ease ourselves in a new direction; in serendipitous moments we might choose to incline ourselves toward a different reaction – sharing. Unexpected discoveries are a special kind of gift that I have often demeaned by responding with greed. When I unexpectedly uncover interesting items, might I instead choose to respond in a way that speaks to my membership in a community?

I open the lid of a 300-gallon trash container to discard my bag of dog poop, and am surprised to see a new snow shovel waiting for me. But instead of being grateful for the gift, I wonder if there’s more in the next container. I get an extra bottle of pop from a vending machine, and instead of appreciating the satisfaction of sharing this with my friend, I try to shake loose a third bottle. I find a pair of 1928 OSU-Michigan tickets behind a fireplace mantel while I’m renovating, and instead of experiencing joy at my discovery, I want to find out what’s behind our other mantels.

When I have experienced these serendipitous gifts, I have rarely accepted them with gratitude. Not content to enjoy them, I have immediately been tempted by the possibility of “more,” and have misinterpreted each gift as a starting block for a familiar greedy sprint. As an American, I’m used to this; I grew up instinctively wanting more of everything.

In third grade, after I spotted a quarter on the playground revealed by the melting snow on my way home from school, I spent the remainder of my walk with my eyes firmly fixed on the ground in front of me, hoping for more. As it turned out, I didn’t find any more, and I also wasted every walk home for months with my head swinging and my eyes scanning the playground for change, instead of noticing the world around me.

When I was eleven years old, my grandfather gave me an arrowhead that he had found on a walk in a cornfield on his farm. Not content with the gift, I wanted to find more arrowheads, and I consumed much of my weeklong vacation wandering his fields in a fruitless pursuit of Native American artifacts.

These reactions were ironic, because prior to each unexpected discovery I was satisfied (with throwing trash, buying a drink, renovating, returning home, and vacationing). But something in my ego was not satisfied: “How many more quarters or arrowheads might I find?” Compelled by some force, I lost sight of grace-filled moments in exchange for the dubious possibility of “more.” I have heard that the gold rush affected people in the same way.

Sometimes my greed did lead to my finding more, but it never led me to find “enough.” For example, a few years ago we stayed with friends at their cottage on a remote part of Lake Michigan, and as we spent time walking along the beach, I chanced upon a patterned stone in the water. It was beautiful, and I found out that it was not uncommon to find these “Petoskey stones,” the state stone of Michigan, formed by the fossilization of coral. I was drawn to their interesting markings, and as we walked I found (and kept) one more, then spotted another one, and another, until my bag was bulging, and both hands were full. I felt that I needed to bring home every one of these amazing stones that I could find, although I couldn’t possibly use them all.

I should have been satisfied when I successfully found more, but I wasn’t. There is always more that could be mine. When I find one gift and want more, but fail, the craving perhaps understandably remains. But why is it that when I found plenty – more than I could ever use – I still wanted more? When this happens, I believe that there can be no end to my greed and craving. I will never be satisfied. I will never have “enough.”

Does anyone ever become truly satisfied with what they have? In our Western society it seems unlikely. But what about those who might have avoided the consumerism brainwashing? Do the professional dumpster divers, probing daily with their sticks, find “enough”? Living outside the maelstrom of mainstream consumerism, are they immune to the greed? Are they able to experience a more pure form of the serendipity of an unexpected gift? Given their overloaded shopping carts, barely able to move under the strain of the black garbage bags lashed to the sides, I think they suffer with the rest of us. Maybe it’s not consumerism after all; maybe it’s genetic. And maybe it follows an evolutionary path that is more ancient than we imagine. This desire for more may be even more broadly experienced by our mammalian cousins, as evidenced by the hoarding behavior of squirrels, who never consider how many stored nuts would be “enough,” and by the gorging of black bears, swallowing just one more berry before collapsing in their hibernal stupor.

Though this may be in our genetic code, it is amplified by our culture, and this worldview driven by a philosophy of scarcity is dangerous for the long-term survival of our species. The ability to gratefully accept serendipitous gifts requires a philosophy of abundance and thankfulness, and this could be the first step in a broader awareness that allows us to further evolve. Greed has never made us great. But grateful acceptance of unexpected gifts can allow us to participate in the balance of the universe, accepting each gift with the serenity that allows us to leave the next treasures for someone else, in spite of our desire for more.


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