Sharing Our Interest In Garbage

I made a new friend in garbage. Last Friday, I took a faithful reader and blogger extraordinaire from the 365 Music Project to a possible excessive in south Minneapolis. B., who runs the blog, is a fan of all things local, and she felt that our trashout photos offered a local glimpse into the city’s current state of affairs.

I look forward to reading her impressions of our outing. She’s got me thinking a lot about garbage, where it comes from, where it goes, and how it shapes our lives.

I’d like to take you all on more garbage adventures with me. What would you like to know about the homes we service and the debris we remove? Tell us, and we’ll create posts around your inquiries.

We’re all along for the ride.

 

Friday Photo Fun: Pearly Whites Edition

The bathroom counter was littered with the standard debris: cleaning products, crusty towels, a brush, Listerine, a razor. I’ve been noticing toothbrushes lately (you’ll find some here and here), and next to the mouth-scouring brush was this ashtray full of butts. I cannot imagine being so addicted to nicotine that one must smoke even during the brief minutes of daily corporal maintenance, but I find evidence of bathroom smoking frequently. In this case, at least, it appears that the cigarettes are menthols. That’s kind of like smoking a breath mint, right?

They Didn’t Take The Hint

This neatness-imploring squirrel hung on this wall. His view seemed to mock his message: