A comment to moi on yesterday’s Coconut Telegraph page of bigpinekey.com, followed by other facets of what might be an entirely new evolving religion.
“(Sloan on single stream recycling) Wow. Dude. Engage brain before activating mouth. Or do, at least, a teenie weenie bit of research first.”
I was advised by County Commissioner Heather Carruthers that Waste Management single streams by colleting recyclables that have been separated from garbage by county residents. The recyclables are sent to WM’s recovery plant, the garbage is sent to WM’s disposing facility. Heather said she is going to see WM’s facility on the mainland soon.
Another Keys amiga and my good Repubilcan amigo Todd German told me the separation facility is interesting. The recyclables are dumped onto a big conveyor belt, and as the belt moves air blown from below, magnets hanging above, and other methods are used to separate out and collect fabrics, paper, plastic, metal, etc. Todd also said, about the garbage, that WM’s burn facility is more of a come on, to get WM business. Most of the garbage, he said, WM takes to a land fill.
Everyone I have spoken with about stream recycling says it hinges on residents separating the recyclables from their garbage: food, used tampons, used diapers, etc. If residents don’t do this separation, there is no recycling; it all goes to WM’s burn facility or landfill.
Many (most, I wager) Keys residents don’t separate their waste. WM doesn’t provide separation bins in Key West, and didn’t provide them for Little Torch Key when I lived there in 2006, and, as far as I know, still doesn’t provide them, as the person living in my trailer on Little Torch Key doesn’t have WM separation bins.
We all should be recycling, whether we want to or not. Therefore, I remain of the view that waste separation by Keys residents should be mandatory, and there should be a method of enforcement that has serious teeth. Teeth for residents, teeth for Waste Management.
Anyone who disagrees fits nicely into this photo.
I received an invitation on Facebook, accompanied by the above anatomical experiment, that I felt was highly derserving of being passed along. Check it out even deeper, to see if you agree.
http://www.facebook.com/n/?group.php&gid=97252510937&mid=1cc94d8G5eb19c41G10ac9bcG6
I also received this beautiful fertility symbol from a Key West amiga. Maybe there’s some sort of cosmic connection between it, fertilizer, and the H.U.A. Syndrome. But then, maybe not. 
Here’s the amiga’s webiste:http://mikalogue.com/keywest.html
“Almost everything–all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure–these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”
I recently had some more than slightly unexpected personal experiences, the details of which, because of another person’s privacy, I’ll not likely ever publish. It caused me once again to feel a heck of a lot more like the H.U.A. photo above, than the pretty hibiscus. And it caused me once again to feel like I really don’t belong on this planet anymore; like maybe I’m speaking English but it comes across to everyone else as Martian, or something even more unintelligible.
Saying it as plainly as I can, there are many things I think I would like to experience, have, but as I told a Key West amiga yesterday, God doesn’t give a crap about what I want. All God cares about is my having the experiences I need to have, and arranging for me to have them.I also told the amiga, if I were to write a 250 page book about God, it would begin with that brief preface and all the rest would be blank pages.
Maybe this all has something to do with waste management and recycling. Maybe it just to do with recirculating. Maybe it has to do wiith reticulating. Maybe it has to do with rectalheaditis.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
Sloan Bashinsky
Comic relief, compliments another of my Keys Republican friends, some of whose forwards I enjoy, while others I shove back up his rectalheaditis.