If you are a regular reader you know my
unhealthy obsession fascination with other people’s garbage. I am not sure if it is my neighborhood or the fact that I walk every morning before the garbage is picked up, but I have found some of the most amazing things sitting by the curb. I need to do a garbage round-up post soon so you can see what I mean.
Today I came across this gem. Monday is not a garbage day in my neighborhood. The last pick-up was Saturday. Which means that these people have left this here in hopes that tomorrow’s collection day will bring them some luck. Is it an undocumented phenomenon that it is literally impossible to throw out a garbage can? Notice the contents are gone but the can remains; even with a clearly marked note on the can. Are they not allowed to take the can or is it a big FU for not tipping at the holidays?
I have tried to do this before. It is not easy to get these guys to take the can. And this one seems to be in great shape, other than being sans lid which I am guessing is what is rendering it useless in the land of cats and raccoons.
I suggest first making a more elaborate sign, maybe one with some humor to catch their attention. Or maybe standing outside when the truck comes and begging. Or perhaps taping a little envelope to the signage with some incentive in it and a clearly marked dollar sign.
Any other suggestions?
If you have not been following, I have spent the past 4 months dealing with flooding and the subsequent renovation of my home office. If you have been following you are frankly tired of hearing about it and thought the topic was closed. I moved back about 3 weeks ago and I have to say I don’t even mind working it is so cool in there.
Yesterday my favorite new item arrived; the fabulous eye chair in the picture above. I don’t love this solely for its beautiful design and ingenious use of a recycled billboard (yep, that is what it is made from). I love this mostly because it came from the mind and hands of one of my dearest friends from art school. I love it because after all these years her mind is still so free to be able to conceive and execute this.
I would say I know this artist pretty well. I traveled the country in a slick Chevy van with her and we spent a few years in Rochester misbehaving in all sorts of ways. We have been friends for many years, yet her ideas never cease to amaze me. I bow down to her vision and sit down on her eyeball chair. Safe to say no one has had their eyes that closely on my ass in years.
Check out more of her work at dordesignonline. You can also follow her on Facebook.
Thanks Dor, I will love this forever.
Okay, this is the last of the college move-in trilogy of posts. Here is a little anecdote that will amuse you. It is vintage Amy.
I went down to the recycling room of Jana’s apartment building to dump boxes. As I heard the door click shut I realized that I needed a keycard to get out. Of course I did not have my cell phone.
This was a classic Amy situation. All I could think of was this was like an I Love Lucy episode. This was in the back of the building and all the banging in the world would never get me out of there.
Before I had a chance to panic I found an unlocked exterior door that led into an alley. This would have been fine if I did not come out just as friends were standing across the street calling Jana’s cell.
“Hey, what were you doing in that alley?”, they asked.
“Um, buying crack?”, I answered.
I think they thought that was funny.