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My ability to notice things and connect my experiences in a meaningful way ensures that there is never a dull moment. At 24 years old, I am only now beginning to feel comfortable being myself. The nature of this blog is to document my Process and its contents are my unabashed ideas.
Showing posts with label waste. Show all posts
Showing posts with label waste. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

...One of them garbage people...

I remained thoughtful of the hardworking mechanics about to invest their time in maintaining my vehicle by looking around my car for trash. "They deserve better," I thought as I reached for an old McDonald's bag in the backseat and its counterpart orange juice beverage leaking in the cupholder. Cup in the bag, (half-empty or half full?) I reached for the driver's side door compartment where I had been saving used tissues in case of, literally, a spitting emergency. Filled to the brim with soiled Kleenex, balled up McDonalds' wrappers, half full, 3 day old orange juice and refuse fit for the King of Smokey Mountain/Tondo, I scanned my perimeter for the nearest trash receptacle. Maybe a steel one would be appropriate for garbage in this state? These isotopes are a-decaying and not a single Rubbermaid in sight!

Feeling my panic, mystery mechanic reached his hand out like the God that is painted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Humbly I called out, "Please do not worry, 2nd Christ, this time I will pay for my sins," but from my mortal coil, it sounded more like, "Uhmm, no it's okay, i'll find a trash can." My brother insisted that he carry the remains of my support of globalization/high caloric burden (choose one depending on your politics) and in stoic silence, he grasped the mouth of this fast food carcass. As the weight shifted from my proprioceptive system to his, I could feel IT, like a tracker with their ear to the ground, I knew what was about to happen, but only by seconds. As if lead bullets were thrown onto a scale of circumstances, the bottom of the bag split open like Athena from Zeus' skull, pouring tepid and sticky orange juice like it was Niagra Falls and haling units of stiff tissues like a December day in San Francisco. I watched like an OBE, Out-of-Body-Experience, the contents of this makeshift trash bin out of a friendly McDonald's bag gremlin that pops out those pustuled and vicious gremlins when it gets wet, they exploded all over the mechanic's Reeboks (Were they Reeboks or were they Filas? Who wears Filas nowadays though?...) That moment was proof that slow-motion existed outside of Sports recaps (Do they still do those slow-motion recaps?) and in that moment from trash diarrhea to man's porous shoes, I didn't realize that such a small cup could contain so much liquid. Had I even sipped on that orange juice or did some Catholic demon switch out my small McDonald's drink for a container of Super Gulp proportions?

Stewing in my shock, my apologies were absent, but before I slipped into a laughing hysteria, (In the discretion of my friend's economy car) I just had one thing to say to this former savior subjected to my human waste, "Ooooh, my bad!" With no reaction to the events, he swept away the previous contents of my unmentionable time capsule like a professional, perhaps like it's happened before, suspicious...I mean really, dude, I just spilled like 8 oz. of bacteria Atlantis all over your kicks and not even an eyebrow raise like you're stoned and you hear something in the distance except it's really nothing because you're just paranoid? Okay, it's whatever, I guess...

So just to recap, you can choose your adventure!:

Long-term thinking/Chaos Theory: I had a cold, but still had to get around, so I brought tissues in the car for excretions of that nature. A week later, I was working and going to class non-stop that day, I was famished and on a budget, so I stopped into a local fast food joint. My poison, being a small orange juice, just wasn't a good fit to that day like I thought it was so I left it in the car. Continuing with my work and being busy for the whole week I suddenly remembered I need to bring my car to the service place in my neighborhood for repair. Trying to make things more comfortable for the mechanic helping me, I collected visible trash before I left my vehicle with him and in went the orange juice and tissues. As I was handing my trash to him because I did not see a trash receptacle, the bottom of the bag became soggy and all the trash fell through and the entire orange juice splashed all onto his shoes.

or Short-term thinking/Reductionism: Got to the car repair place, didn't want to look like a slob so wanted to throw away Mcdonald's crap. Put in orange juice that I didn't drink, but the top of orange juice unloosened, thereby soaking the bottom of the McDonald's bag that was containing trash, like crispy tissues from when I was sick. When I was handing the trash to him after not seeing a trash can, the weight shifted and the orange juice spilled all over his shoe for literally 60 seconds. I said, "Oooh, my bad!" and then jumped into my friend's car while laughing and processing what just happened.

The lesson that I took away from this was to never, ever brandish your empty, or not so empty, McDonalds' trash to anyone, maybe not even your inner circle.

--True story from San Francisco, Spring 2009

Thursday, April 24, 2008

The floating flea market

Scavenging furniture from San Francisco's streets can be a mixed bag. In the mid-'90s, while living north of the Panhandle, Leslie Dean successfully added to her furniture collection a '60s-era cushy olive chair with wooden arms that she found on the street. She also came across an ancient wooden dining room chair and painted it orange to match her orange bathroom.

She was less fortunate with a 9-foot-tall built-in cabinet from a Victorian house on Divisadero. "It looked like 'Sybil's' mother kept her torture instruments in it," she says of the white cabinet with black knobs. Over time, its imposing presence became unsettling.

"I would wake up in the middle of the night. It scared me so much because it looked like some old medical thing," she said.

Dean had better luck with abandoned chairs. Of the olive chair, she says: "I brought it to the house because it was vinyl and could be sterilized. I did that and then both of my roommates were like 'I saw that, I was going to get that.' 'Well, you didn't. My chair.' " Graciously, Dean placed her prize in the living room for all to enjoy. Now living on her own in Bernal Heights, Dean says nothing from that neighborhood's streets has struck her fancy yet. "I've pretty much scaled my life back to perfection." Leaving unwanted furniture on the street often works well for those who leave things out and those who pick things up, but there are a few disadvantages to the practice. Besides being illegal, it often creates trouble and expense for the city and blights neighborhoods when things aren't claimed immediately, or at all.

Clearly, not every item finds a new home. According to statistics provided by San Francisco's Department of Public Works, in 2004 the city received 16,083 calls to pick up dumped furniture. Last year's haul included 3,758 sofas, 6,811 mattresses, 1,163 tables and chairs, 653 beds and desks, 510 pieces of miscellaneous furniture and 69 televisions.

The total cost to the city is hard to determine because furniture is mixed in with other refuse destined for the dump.

The fine for illegal dumping is either $150 for obstructing the streets or $300 for violating the health code. Last year, the city handed out 334 citations for illegal dumping, of which only 10 were for furniture -- not surprising, since most furniture dumpers don't put their names and addresses on the items.

No one is quite sure exactly when the city's furniture market of the streets began. A good guess is that its origins date back to the days when Norcal Waste Systems (the owner of San Francisco's two waste-disposal companies, Sunset Scavenger and Golden Gate Disposal) offered to pick up an entire block's bigger items, including furniture, one day a year. As word of the furniture bonanza that could be had at these events spread, entrepreneurial types began trolling the neighborhoods in pickups to snag the best items, leaving a mess in their wake. Some homeowners began putting out 10 to 12 items at a time. People from other parts of town even began hauling their junk to the designated neighborhood.

To stem the tide, in the late '90s Norcal switched to an appointment-based system for these pickups. Called "bulky item collection," it is available twice a year to anyone who gets a garbage bill in San Francisco; the cost is already figured into the garbage bill. Residents call Norcal, tell them what they want to have picked up, make an appointment and put the item out with a sign saying "B.I.C." attached the night before. Renters who don't receive garbage bills can arrange with their landlords for a bulky-item pickup.

If the idea of placing unwanted items in front of the house leaves you cold, online recycling may be the answer. Craigslist's free classified section is one option, and there's also an online community called Freecycle devoted solely to giving and acquiring worthy items. E-mail posts on freecycle.org, the organization's Web site, must be strictly for giving or requesting items, including furniture, for free. No money is supposed to change hands in any of the transactions, and monitors regulate the posts to make sure none request payment. In addition, it must be legal to possess the items being offered, and the items must be suitable for people of all ages to use.

Freecycle was founded in Tucson, Ariz., two years ago, and there are now 3,084 Freecycle communities operating in more than 50 countries. San Francisco's membership is now 3,374. Becoming a member allows you to post items and receive posts. "I am excited about Freecycle's unlimited potential to change people's thinking of continually acquiring things that ultimately don't satisfy to a new way, where we try to live simply and learn the joy of making another person happy simply by gifting items that we don't need," Cheryl Lynn, co-owner of SF Freecycle, wrote in an e-mail.

Regardless of efforts to organize the process of recycling unwanted items to new owners, the practice of depositing unwanted furniture on the sidewalk continues. All it takes for most city residents to see that the phenomenon is alive and well is a spin around town.
Arranging pickup

Freebie-itis is not a problem just for San Franciscans. Other Bay Area communities also have to deal with the issue of furniture left on the streets. Here's how a sampling of cities deals with the issue.

San Francisco residents can set up a bulky item collection by calling their garbage pickup service, either Sunset Scavenger at (415) 330-1300 or Golden Gate Disposal at (415) 626-4000. To find a Freecycle group near you, visit freecycle.org.

In Oakland, residents get one free bulky-item pickup a year. Items must fit into a space 3 feet high, 3 feet wide and 9 feet long. To schedule a pickup, call (510) 537-5500. Oakland also has a problem with illegally dumped items, including furniture, and aggressively pursues complaints. Fines can go as high as $4,000. To make a complaint, call the Public Works Department at (510) 434-5101.

Walnut Creek officials get only about four or five calls a month about furniture dumping. When they do, the city sends out a maintenance crew to pick up the item and haul it to the landfill. If they can find the responsible party, the city will charge him for the cleanup. To report a problem, call the city's Public Service Department at (925) 943-5854. Allied Waste Services provides pickups on Thursdays of unwanted furniture items for a $40 fee. To schedule a pickup, call (925) 685-4711 at least one day beforehand.

Hayward residents get one free pickup of furniture and other bulky items annually. To schedule a pickup, call (510) 537-5500. Items must fit into a space measuring 3 feet high, 3 feet deep and 6 feet long. For furniture dumped on the street, call the city's solid waste and recycling department at (510) 583-4700.

In San Rafael you can report furniture left on the street to the public works department at (415) 485-3355. The city's garbage collector, Marin Sanitary Service, does not offer free pickups of furniture. On its Web site (www.marinsanitary.com) contact information for organizations that take donations such as Goodwill are listed, as well as fee-based services as Got Junk, (800) 468-5865.

With its many apartment buildings, San Mateo has a persistent problem with furniture left on the streets, mostly by apartment dwellers who are moving out. Some homeowners also leave furniture in front of their houses. If they can identify the culprit, the city's Public Works Department will schedule one of the homeowner's two yearly free bulky-item collections for them. These are handled through San Mateo's garbage service, Allied Waste Services. To report items left on the street, call public works at (650) 522-7300. To schedule a bulky-item collection, call Allied at (650) 592-2411.

-- Paul Kilduff