I love a good dump. There is something about this wondrous municipality that is endearing...in a toxic, stinky sort of way. I spent a few minutes in the not-so-quiet expanse of the Skunk Creek Landfill today. Whenever I visit this playground of trash, I'm reminded of the opening scene in Terminator where the machines are stomping around the future world. I'm particularly fascinated by the big front-end loaders with meat tenderizers for wheels. The giant wheels are perfect for compacting yesterday's Lean Cuisine box and Pringle's can into the pit. Burying our throwaways is so American: digging a deep hole and piling in a bunch of stuff we never want to see again. Like Ashton Kucher.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
A Big Stinky Pile
I love a good dump. There is something about this wondrous municipality that is endearing...in a toxic, stinky sort of way. I spent a few minutes in the not-so-quiet expanse of the Skunk Creek Landfill today. Whenever I visit this playground of trash, I'm reminded of the opening scene in Terminator where the machines are stomping around the future world. I'm particularly fascinated by the big front-end loaders with meat tenderizers for wheels. The giant wheels are perfect for compacting yesterday's Lean Cuisine box and Pringle's can into the pit. Burying our throwaways is so American: digging a deep hole and piling in a bunch of stuff we never want to see again. Like Ashton Kucher.
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