The concept of 365 things you can do emerged in Navid Modiri’s head as he sat in an airport hyper-ventilating over how he’d become a miserable human being. But as he looked up between his not-breathing he saw John Tells book "100 ways to save the world". That’s how 365 things started. This is a way to praise Johan Tell, and the planet. Here are: Seven things you can do to save the world.

Conflicts are like blogs. There are major conflicts between Palestine and Israel just as there are great blogs that are updated with a bunch of text every day, where sentences are like embroidered golden fields of flowers on a sparkling summer day. And there are small conflicts just like there are micro-blogs. Micro Conflicts.

Every time me and my girlfriend go shopping I subject her to a micro conflict. A minute later, she has forgotten that it even took place. But for a few seconds I make her uncomfortable, and for a millisecond of cosmic micro space time she hates me. But it is worth it.

I can’t understand plastic bags. I have started to feel disgust towards plastic bags. I don’t know if there’s anti-plastic lobbyists who have infiltrated my brain with a chip while I slept, or if it’s some psychologically subtle message from a documentary I've seen, but suddenly I'm there. I feel sick when I think of all the plastic bags. I have the apartment full of cloth bags in different colors for me to stop getting plastic bags. Still, the perversities continue every day. Several times a day check-out ladies whore themselves by pimping plastics bags to their customers. Shoving big and small bags in my face. Thanks but no thanks I say and put the drink, garment or book in my cloth bag.

This is what the micro-conflict looks like: When the check-out lady offers me a bag, I decline. This results in a restless and stiff girlfriend because she knows I will then explain why I don’t want a bag:

- This way we conserve natural resources and give the bag to someone who really needs it.

I feel the micro-hatred in my back and the check-out lady looks at me with her disappointed pimp look. But it's worth it. Even if I sound like a over mature young father with reason as my weapon against the silliness of the world. It’s so worth it.

Text: Navid Modiri