North Carolina, USA
I am a little worried about how the "developed" world is shopping itself into oblivion. I am feeling more anxious all the time about whether we will ever wake up from our consumption-induced stupor to see how our vapid, overfed lifestyles are making the rest of the world miserable. I am a bit miffed at the widespread idea that buying stuff can bring meaning to our lives, and so I spend a lot of time in my community trying to create opportunities for people to get together and do things that are meaningful: knit an afghan, play with children, cook a meal, put on a play, or petition our elected officials for change. My day-job is fighting toxic chemicals, and the rest of the time I spend with my partner and friends making monsters out of old socks, being civillydisobedient, dancing to loud music and knitting to transform the frustration into something beautiful, or at least something useful.