Public Domain Image of StewWe all have seen it and our mouths water at the sight of it: food porn, they call it.  Photos of ready-to-devour delicacies, in process or on the table.  My unscientific research shows that, after dogs and cats, steaming contents of sauté pans and dinner plates is the most popular subject of photos posted by one’s Facebook friends.  (If dogs and cats were on Facebook, we would no doubt be inundated with pics of dog dishes and dead mice.)

We respond to photos of food uncritically, as if we had prepared it ourselves — it never occurs to us that the dish might be too salty or too bland, or that the beef is rancid or the shellfish undercooked, or that the dish contains hazardous levels of aluminum or arsenic or kalamata olives.  No, it all looks delicious.  Photos can’t lie.  So sit down and eat up.

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This Saturday, a handful of local concerns are assembling in an Asheville parking lot to collect so-called hard-to-recycle items from area residents.  The stated goal of the event is to gather items that would normally wind up in the landfill and divert them to other uses.  As the organizer, Rainbow Recycling, explained to the Asheville Citizen-Times: “It’s a convenient one-stop kind of thing where people can donate instead of going to a bunch of different places.”

This event will last four hours.  There are five collection events every year, held in various locations around the county.  Sounds good, yes?

Hold your applause.  When you look past the daisies and sunflowers, the fact that such events are needed at all shows that there is both a deficiency and an inconsistency in how this community handles recycling.  When we lived in upstate New York, there were two days a year when customers could put unusual items and hazardous waste like paint cans and batteries at curbside for collection.  But these Asheville recycling events make you haul your items on a particular day during a small window of time to a specific location, and if you miss the event in your area, your only alternative is to drive to the county landfill, 14 miles and 23 minutes from the center of town.  The 28-mile roundtrip to the landfill wastes at least a gallon of gas and the better part of an hour of time for any person who cares to be environmentally responsible.  (I know — I made this trip several times.)

But time and energy are not the only things wasted in this scheme.  If you want to recycle your old television, you must pay a $6 fee to have them take it off your hands.  If you need to dispose of used fluorescent bulbs, you must either drive to the landfill or to one of the local fire stations that accepts them (and not all of them do).  When you put restrictions on what people may discard and you erect barriers like time, money and inconvenience, what you encourage is not safe disposal and recycling but careless dumping and junk hoarding.

Recycling and disposal of items of all types should be made as easy as possible for consumers and businesses.  This should be a centralized function of city and county government, not some informal grassroots program.  Frequent curbside collection should be provided for city and suburban residents and 24-hour drop-off containers should be installed at convenient locations throughout the county for rural homeowners.  If more funds are needed for recycling and disposal of difficult or hazardous items, then it should be paid for either by property taxes or by local excise taxes charged upfront when such items are purchased.

It does no public or private good to have homeowners maintain a store of hard-to-recycle and hazardous materials in their own residences.  It only serves to tempt homeowners to irresponsibly dispose of such items in everyday trash (or worse, in their backyards).  If this community takes a more holistic view of how waste is stored, handled and transported, it will see that it costs less overall to have routine curbside collection of all hard-to-recycle, hard-to-dispose items.  Being responsible should not be a special event.

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Dear Classmates: Here I am back in school.  This is my 650-word illustrated report.

Carolyn and Peter

With food and gifts in the car and our betta fish in a mason jar, we first headed to Richmond, Virginia, where we spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with Emily, Peter, Carolyn, Carolyn’s family, Penny the Chihuahua, Bink the Parrot, and Nimoy the Chameleon.

All we needed was a cat on a Roomba.

 

Ding!

Our family tradition is to open gifts on Christmas Eve.  To liven things up a bit during the opening ceremonies, I had gift-wrapped a dinner bell and put it in my own stocking, so that I could open it and delight the audience with my Hector Salamanca routine (from Breaking Bad).

My family wasn’t sure what to think.

 

Our next stop was New Haven, Connecticut, to spend New Year’s Eve with my brother-in-law and his family.  After visiting my niece (the top salesperson in December at the green-living luxury apartment tower where she works), Robert suggested we visit the Yale Art Gallery.  It is moderately-sized but diverse, and well worth a three-hour tour.

My favorite pieces were the Cezanne landscape at left and Hopper’s “Rooms by the Sea” below. Hopper painted the kind of scenes that I like to photograph. Only he did it better.

The Phipps-King Gathering

Hopper – Rooms by the Sea

 

We drove from New Haven to New York City on New Year’s Day. That evening we walked over to the Park Avenue Tavern near Grand Central Terminal for drinks and dinner.

Park Avenue Tavern, NYC

The tavern is an inviting place with good food, good drinks and friendly service — like a hometown restaurant but with a Manhattan view. I had coffee afterwards and noted how the mug felt “just right” in my hand, so I asked if I could buy one. The owner arrived at our table with a new mug at no charge. He was maybe half my age and came from Richmond, Virginia (of all places!) — we had a nice chat.

My Yo! Mr. White! Hat

We were in NYC to see “Dutch Masters” at the Frick House, featuring “Girl with a Pearl Earring” by Vermeer. It was blazing cold that day and we stood outside in line for 80 minutes. My wife had decided to wear open-toed shoes and I had to buy a hat to replace the one I left behind in our parked-away car. While we didn’t have to choose between Vermeer and frostbite, it was a close call.

Bloom’s Deli on Lex

What is New York without a deli lunch? We went to Bloom’s on Lexington twice, once for a midday sandwich and again the next day for a late-morning brunch. I love New York City for its food as much as for its art. I am lucky to live in a world where there is a New York City and to have the wherewithal to experience it.

 

While in New York, we also visited the Whitney where we saw a Robert Indiana exhibition, a floor full of performance art from the 1970s (? and !) and several more works by Hopper. The snowstorm forced us to cancel our dinner at Aquagrill (one of our favorites) and so we enjoyed a delicious pizza in our hotel room, from Giuseppe’s on Lexington. On the night before we left, we did have a memorable anniversary dinner at Rossini’s, your traditional white-tablecloth, waitstaff-in-jackets Italian restaurant. It may be a cliche, but they treated us like family on our first visit. There is no place like New York.

That is the end of my report. The end.

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