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TRASHED IN DEBRISVILLE

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posted Tuesday, 11 April 2006
Before talking trash, thanks to Ashley Morris for this bit in his blog yesterday: "Adrastos...is probably the best source for NO election news. Straight up. Word."
Ashley, who is often the angry man among local bloggers, obviously woke up on the right side of the bed yesterday. There's also a really cool chart from yesterday about Momus/Comus/Rex darling Gorilla Ron Forman. Yesterday seems to be the word of the day. I seem to be channeling Macca, y'all. Woooooo.
Onto the topic du jour: trash, debris, rubbish, garbage whatever it is you choose to call it we have way too much of it. Littering has always been a problem here in Debrisville but the trash problem has exploded post-K. In his column today Jarvis DeBerry describes one of the most idiotic things about where we are today: "A woman who drove past in an official-looking fluorescent yellow vest saw the pile of black contractor bags that had accumulated and told us that we would have to empty them all. The debris removal teams have to be able to separate the different kinds of trash, she said. Therefore, everything we'd bagged would have to be shaken out onto the ground."
Now, I understand separating the trash BUT dumping stuff out of a bag onto the ground is moronic. Why not let us label trash piles instead of allowing the wind to carry shite down the block? This is also happening in the "lucky" areas like mine. There's a lot of opportunistic littering: nobody is hiring dumpsters to take away their construction detritus in my hood. The prevailing attitude is "Let FEMA or the Corps take it away." The problem is that federal contractors show up every 77 days and we're stuck with living with de facto landfill in the meantime. It's depressing, y'all. That's why I call it Debrisville.
Last Saturday, we had another neighborhood cleanup. Nine neighbors, along with Shane Landry and Michael and Bettye Duplantier, worked our asses off cleaning up one square city block. The block of Magazine Street that we worked on is already littered with bottles, cans and fast food wrappers. We need a new cultural paradigm when it comes to trash in NOLA. If everyone would stop littering and start picking up shite when they see it, this would be a better place to live. I know, however, that I'm preaching to the choir on this one. I assume that there aren't a lot of litterbugs reading this: bi-valves, angry bloggers, lawyers, doctors, newspaper people, relatives, new and old friends, candidates, yes; trash dumping morons, no. The trackbacks at Blog City are very sophisticated, so if you're a trash dumping moron, I'll send my goon squad after you: Mike Hammer enjoys kicking litterbug ass.
Jeez, I seem to be channeling Angry Ashley when he's OTR today; not a bad thing, really. That's the end of today's trash talk, rubbish rant,  garbage gabfest...

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1. GentillyGirl left...
Tuesday, 11 April 2006 3:02 pm :: http://gentillygirl.blogspot.com/

Ah yes... the politics of Trash. (not what you might think.)

Thanks ever so much for clearing up a mystery to me: Why do the cleanups here along Marais St. always seem to avoid dealing with the growing mountain of trash on the corner?

Know I know: They want US to sort the garbage. Ughhh.

Three weeks ago we moved into this rental. Cute shotgun house, but the street was filled with all kinds of trash. I cleaned up the walk in front of the house only to see the place looking worse after the FEMA poops came along.

I talked with our neighbors about bagging our trash instead of mounding it in the water filled gutter. Seems to have worked.

Now that my slumlord has finally fixed the water leak under our house, the River Marais no longer flows through the gravel gutters. The street appears cleaner. I don't get depressed by just looking out the front door.

My conundrum is now how to deconstruct the pile of trash on the corner which I call Mt. Marais? (Maybe just lug the stuffs over to City Hall in the middle of the night?)

Come on folks, cleaning this poop up is all of our responsibility.