[Something, can't remember what, jogged this out of the memory bank this morning. It's dated. I could have updated it, but I took the lazy man's, er, person's (not appropriate to even refer to myself as a "man" these days) option to just tell you that it was written some years ago. The gist is... Continue Reading →
A Landfill Fantasy
A Landfill Fantasy by Stephen Morris Going to the dump always brings out the deep thinker in me. The last time I recycled, the "eternal flame" of flared methane struck me as a monument to our ability to create malodorous trash, I had this thought. What if we changed the story? What if, instead the... Continue Reading →