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Author: Joey deVilla
Here’s a video from last night’s Kickass Karaoke at the Bovine Sex Club:
Kickass Karaoke host Carson T. Foster usually strips down to his skivvies by the end of the night.
The trash pile at Bermondsey Transfer Station.
Accordion City — in addition to adding a new “green bin” into which compostable trash should go — has switched to a once-every-two-weeks garbage collection schedule. This is workable for my household most of the time, except for a couple of weekends ago, when a combination clean sweep of the house and king-sized birthday party attended by about 100 left me with ten bags of trash and six bags of recyclables. I had one week to wait until trash pick-up time and already the raccoons had made a mess of the garage (where the bags were being stored) twice.
My old tactic of taking the bags to Spadina Avenue, the busy street half a block west of my house, and tossing in my refuse with the trash of some business would no longer work. The garbage collectors will now only collect specially marked yellow City of Toronto bags, which businesses have to procure (I have no idea whether these are free or cost some nominal fee). I remember grumbling to myself “Rat bastards! I want my Tragedy of the Commons back!”
I decided to look at the Toronto trash and recycling calendar and found that a number of 24-hour dumps were scattered throughout the city. The schedules are such that residential trash can’t be brought in during business hours on weekdays; in fact, the ideal time to bring in your house trash is between midnight and 8 a.m.. For a night owl like me, that’s nothing.
I figured that the easiest place to get to that would also take trash and recyclables would be the Bermondsey Transfer Station, which is just off Eglinton Avenue, just east of the Don Valley Parkway. With the CR-V back seats folded down and the cargo area carpeted with newspapers and stuffed with bags of trash and recyclables, I motorbootied to the dump.
Bermondsey Road is a nondescript street filled with buildings devoted to light industry. The Bermondsey Transfer Station is easy to miss; from the road, all you see is a City of Toronto sign bearing the station’s name. The driveway led to a toll-booth-like station with a truck scale. I was instructed to drive onto the scale and hand over a $10 deposit, after which I was given a sheet of paper and told to drive down the road and into the main building.
An old guy with a long grey beard manned the station at the main building. He took the paper that the guy at the guard station had given me and directed me to back my car near the large trash heap.
The main building is a concrete cavern housing what looks like a minature air traffic control tower, bulldozing equipment and a hill made entirely of trash, whose height varied from two to five times that of my car.
I added my trash bags to their pile, after which I took some pictures and even shot some video of a bulldozer in action. I then returned to the “toll booth”, where I stopped the car on the exit scale and got $8 of my $10 deposit back.
Getting rid of the recyclables required a return trip to the “toll booth”, where I got another piece of paper to hand to the old guy at the building. He directed me to a smaller pile in the back corner of the building, where I unloaded my clear bags of recyclables. Unlike trash, there is no charge for getting rid of recyclables.
Bermondsey is one of seven dumps in the city [PDF file]:
- Bermondsey (188 Bermondsey Road, North York)
- Commissioners (400 Commissioners Street, Central)
- Disco (120 Disco Road, Etobicoke)
- Dufferin (35 Vanley Crescent, North York)
- Ingram (50 Ingram Drive, North York)
- Scarborough (1 Transfer Place, Scarberia)
- Victoria Park (3350 Victoria Park Avenue, North York)
There you go: a how-to on getting rid of excess trash. Who says blogs don’t tell you anything useful?
It may sound strange, but I recommend travelling to the dump, if only to get a sense of the waste material we produce (and often send to Michigan).
Bonus reading material: National Post writer John Geiger whines about having yet another container into which to sort trash, “Chief Dan George-type philosophy espoused by the solid waste bureaucracy” and about how our current trash situation is the fault of the “garbage bureacracy’s” bungling in the search for a new landfill. It’s all “I want my Tragedy of the Commons back!” and “What have future generations ever done for me?”
For no real reason (I was Googling for “scientist” images), here’s a photo of Dr. Robin Dawes, one of my favourite professors at Crazy Go Nuts University:
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You Are…
Here’s a cute little toy that Charles Watson pointed out to me. It forms random “You are a…” statements [Warning: Some profanity. Don’t show it to your mom].
Hey, that sounds like Wendy!
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Japanese McDonald’s Ads
It would appear that today’s entries are following a “fast food” theme
today. I hadn’t planned it that way, but I’m on a roll now.
You may have seen these already — I downloaded the videos last week and planned to post them, only to be beaten by BoingBoing and MetaFilter — but in case you haven’t, check out these ads for a new Japanese McDonald’s burger, the Tomato McGrand. There’s one with a sexy female model [690K Windows Media video] and one with a sexy male model [710K Windows media video], both done up like Ronald McDonald.
You can find all the ads on this page.
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"Reverse Marijuana"
If all this talk about fast food is giving you uncontrollable urges to
sink into a fatty burger and extra-large fries, you might be please to
learn the existence of
N-piperidino-5-(4-chlorophenyl)-1-(2,4-dichlorophenyl)-4-methylpyrazole-3-carboxamide,
also known by the generic name “rimonabant” and soon to be marketed under the brand name “Acomplia“.
This drug is known as “the munchies drug” because it acts like
marijuana in reverse: it blocks the brain circuits that get triggered
whenever you smoke pot. Christian “The Facts About Fitness” Finn has written a quick summary about Acomplia, citing some test results:
Dr. Jean-Pierre
Despres of Laval University in Quebec City enrolled 1,036 overweight volunteers.
All had large pot bellies that put them at especially high risk of heart
disease. They were told to cut their daily calorie intake by 600 calories
a day and randomly given either rimonabant or a dummy pill.
After one year, those who got the higher of two doses of rimonabant had
lost an average of 20 pounds and trimmed three inches from their waistlines.
By comparison, those using the placebo lost just five pounds.
He also points out the observed side effects:
The most common side effects where incidence was higher with rimonabant
than placebo were nausea and dizziness. And more of the people using rimonabant
dropped out because of the side effects. The drop-out rate due to side
effects was 6.9% in the rimonabant group versus 3.8% with placebo.
And not everyone is convinced that rimonabant will be safe to use.
Dr. Gareth Pryce, who has conducted research into cannabinoids at the
Institute of Neurology, London, is concerned that the drug might not be
safe for some patients to take.
“My group has carried out animal research that showed interference
with the cannabis receptor in the brain may have a damaging effect on
the progression of multiple sclerosis,” he says.
“There are also concerns about the possible impact on people who
have a stroke, or head injury while taking the drug. My other concern
is it could exacerbate neurological diseases that had previously been
clinically silent.”
In the end, it still boils down to the laws of thermodynamics: in
order to lose weight, you have to expend more energy than you consume.