{"id":2197,"date":"2007-01-07T18:20:29","date_gmt":"2007-01-07T18:20:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/?p=2197"},"modified":"2007-01-07T18:20:29","modified_gmt":"2007-01-07T18:20:29","slug":"at-the-dump","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/at-the-dump\/","title":{"rendered":"At the dump"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It turns out that getting married means you end up with a lot of duplicate stuff, plus a lot of new better stuff comes to replace your old stuff. And since there&#8217;s not a lot of people clamoring for my old pillows, half-empty freshman year notebooks, and broken chairs, off to the dump we went.<\/p>\n<p>The Palo Alto landfill is located right next to the recycling drop-off center, a place we&#8217;d visited before to recycle the endless boxes that contained wedding gifts and my near-daily Amazon Prime shipments. We paid $5 to drive our SUV full of trash into the dump area, and had the choice of using a nearly-full dumpster at the entrance or &#8220;driving to the end of the road&#8221;. It didn&#8217;t look like our load would fit in the dumpster so we set off down the dirt road.<\/p>\n<p>We saw dozens of white dumpsters on the right side that looked promising, but that wasn&#8217;t the end of the road so we kept driving. Further down on the right we saw impressive machinery and a giant plow tractor pushing dirt around. The road climbed up and around to where the tractor was, up a steep inclined path in the dirt. We drove up and around, but saw only dirt, so we figured we had gone too far.<\/p>\n<p>Before we left, however, another truck full of trash bags like ours pulled up. They went all the way to the edge of the plateau we were on, and a man and woman jumped out and began unloading. We followed them over, and there saw a pile of trash bags sitting on the dirt.<\/p>\n<p>The tractor driver saw us and motioned for us to bring our bags to the pile, which we did. Once our 12 bags sat on top of the pile, I waved to the driver and headed back to the car.<\/p>\n<p>As I got in, I saw him drive toward the pile and push it, with a single motion, off the edge of the plateau. Scanning the terrain, I realized that there was just a giant pit beyond the edge, full of all the trash, undifferentiated and piled together.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.city.palo-alto.ca.us\/public-works\/images\/rec-piclandfill.jpg\" style=\"float:right;margin:0 0 1em 1em;\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/>It&#8217;s hard to describe the feelings I had watching this. I guess living in such a clean and curated place as Silicon Valley, I felt that somehow the trash I put out at the curb every Friday went through a cleansing process, maybe incineration or grinding to a fine powder, maybe even nanobots ate my trash and turned it into something nice, like pure mountain spring water.<\/p>\n<p>Nope. It gets pushed into a hole, and covered with dirt.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It turns out that getting married means you end up with a lot of duplicate stuff, plus a lot of new better stuff comes to replace your old stuff. And since there&#8217;s not a lot of people clamoring for my old pillows, half-empty freshman year notebooks, and broken chairs, off to the dump we went&#8230;.<a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/at-the-dump\/\">more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[31],"tags":[338],"class_list":["post-2197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-design","tag-trash-landfill-palo-alto"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9wjHJ-zr","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2197","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2197"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2197\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2197"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2197"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bob.ryskamp.org\/brain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2197"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}