Where Does My Trash Go?

As a wee lad back in elementary school we had a school field trip to a nearby landfill facility to learn about the processes. They had a green house with plants grown using the landfill soil that we were allowed to keep (I think, memory can be an odd thing). That was probably the last time I ever had to think about it. This year as a family we’ve started producing more trash than I was accustomed to, mostly recyclables. Noticing this trend my curiosity awoke.

Some cursory research later and I’m forming an idea of how things are done. Our house is serviced by Republic Services and every week they come to empty a landfill, a recyclable and a yard waste container. After it gets picked up it goes to a transfer station north of here where it’s processed and stored.

Recyclables are sorted and then sent for breakdown and re-use. If you go to Republic’s website they’ll mention their Polymer center which is meant to be a long-term large-scale plastic recycling plant, though it’s not meant to open ’til 2023. Ideally it’d be nice to know where individual plastic types end up, how much of a product really ends up being recycled, and what happens to the non-recyclable material. The truth is probably rather ugly. Most recycling processing plants are actually off-shore and the garbage companies sell what they can for re-processing. Everything else is other stored for a potential sale or re-directed to a landfill. To truly get to the bottom I’ll have to reach out to Republic directly and wait for a statement.

For the landfill, there’s a similar process where it’s sorted at the transfer station and then brought to another landfill site. The closest Republic owned landfill near me is the Keller Canyon Landfill about 15 miles away. By all appearances this is a well-maintained landfill. Even the google pictures show a nearby hill with cows grazing. The most recent issue occurred in 2018 when a contractor falsified radiological data allowing radioactive material to enter the landfill. The cleaning and potential contanimation were treated seriously and the follow-up helped remedy damage. Though this raises the issue of what pressured an indpendent contractor to falsify intentionally and why does Republic use conctractors at all?

Without opening an inquiry with Republic or more serious research I’m left with more questions than answers after all of this. In the end I don’t know how motivated I am to learn just how little we actually achieve with our attempts at waste reduction. I had hoped that I wasn’t as wasteful as I thought but as long someone else takes it away every week it’s not my problem right? It’s far too easy to think like that and I know burying my head in the sand won’t help. This is a real issue and perhaps we’d be better served if I follow-up.

https://www.republicservices.com/blog/yesterdays-waste-leads-to-tomorrows-energy

https://www.republicservices.com/blog/one-persons-trash-another-persons-energy

Monk, Mentalist or Psychic?

I have an idea for a new TV show: a detective who consults for the police in California. He has exceptional …detecting skills which he uses to solve crimes. They…*ahem* I mean He‘ll have father issues resulting in a currently strained or dead relationship, though his father will have some influence over his desire to solve crime, his ability to do so, or both. There will be a female counterpart who acts more as a stabilizing force, either as a romantic interest or (un)willing partner (in crime solving). They will also suffer from severe emotional or psychological issues starting with selfishness and a lack of general maturity, which may or may not play a part in their crime-solving. There will be a partner, either the aforementioned woman or another who’s a close friend. They will all be influenced by Sherlock and make others look like fools. If this sounds familiar it’s because I was describing Monk, The Mentalist, Psych, and probably a few other Californian-Detective/Consultant-for-local-police procedural crime drama.

Monk, Jane, and Shawn all display behaviors often resigned to children. For one Monk is often painted as child-like with his dependence on a helper and general fear of things. One problem with this is as much as he may seem to grow over the first few seasons, he never does and if nothing else increasingly more of his phobias and neurotic behaviors are exposed. This contrasts from Shawn who starts out emotionally stunted, attention-seeking, and arrogant ends up all those things but can admit it. I felt his “growing” would be the main arc of the series, but he never really does grow (much). The show itself seems to be a backdrop for Shawn and Gus’ 8–12-year-old fantasies allowing them to play out mini-fantasies under one big one ‘Detective’. It makes sense that he cannot grow up but his romance, and the obvious main plot, demands it. He admits his childishness and that is his growth after about decade. Jane is another beast altogether, while he does appear childish like the others it is hard to know how much of that is a showman’s mask hiding the truth beneath. It would not be difficult to derive that Jane after a certain point mostly drops morality as a concept to single-mindedly achieve his goals. If it weren’t for consistent charity as a byproduct of his schemes he could be described completely as a ruthless manipulator. Here his ‘romance’ seems more like a healthy chemistry with someone else following his tragedy, an anchor for his mental stability. So, he may appear childish but he’s the only character to mature across the series, not in the typical child-to-adult but more the family-man-turned-vengeful-detective. His is a growth into an anti-hero.

All three owe a great deal of their abilities and weaknesses to their fathers, oddly. Raised by a single mother after a certain point Monk’s father’s claim to fame is reading Monk Sherlock Holmes and not being able to handle his family’s persnicketiness and leaving. From what I’ve seen his father’s absence is a severe factor in his development but it’s hard to know how much. As for his abilities, Monk gets by on his Compulsion that everything be to notice details and shrewd intuition to piece it together. Not directly inspired by his father but is it possible it pushed him to be a detective? Jane despite any innate talent he had, was trained by his father from an early age to read people, con, and perform. There is an obvious lack of warmth in their relationship which could account for Jane’s inability to physically express with others and only really express via gifts and knowledge. It’s pretty obvious his father is directly responsible for Jane’s emotional failings and his detective accomplishments. Shawn is similar to Jane except in this case Shawn still has his father in his life. While Jane’s father is a ghost outside of Jane’s childhood, Shawn’s father is a constant presence. Shawn himself holds a grudge against his father for a variety of reasons. The first and largest is his viewing his father as the ‘bad guy’ in his parents’ divorce, which his mother later admits was her fault. Even after this Shawn has struggles to appreciate his father or at least express it directly. It’s fact that Shawn was trained from a young age to be a detective like his father and this iron insistence is most likely the bane of their relationship. On one hand Shawn despises the shackles his father put on him in the form of expectation but on the other hand the talents his father helped him cultivate enable him to do what makes him happy. Acknowledging that would prevent Shawn from having an excuse to keep his father at arms’ length, a child throwing a 20+ year tantrum because daddy made him do something. Watching their relationship, it’s obvious they love each other but seeing Henry treat Shawn the way he does it’s also obvious where Shawn’s emotional problems arise (aside from the divorce).

I’m not one for romance so I’ll keep this brief. Monk needs a female helper to be a circular peg for the square shaped hole in his heart. Jane develops an honest relationship with another woman after his wife’s death and Shawn spends roughly a decade twiddling his thumbs, being a child, or dating someone else instead of being open. Each suffers to express and connect with the other sex, and this becomes a crucial part of their development/growth. Almost as if the female counterpart is filling a ‘motherhood’ role in requiring the boys to ‘grow up’. This would make sense as each has problems related to their mother but only their fathers have a heavy presence in their lives’. Just conjecture.

Much like Sherlock had Watson, they each need an associate/helper/assistant/etc. Also, like Watson they will be full characters with their own knowledge that helps the detective show off their brilliance. Monk’s assistant is fundamental to his daily functioning aside from providing a balancing line of thought. Jane uses his associates like pawns in a chess game every episode for a checkmate. They usually don’t know they’re being used but after a while become accustomed to not knowing and have faith in Jane. This is mildly ironic in that Jane is likely a sociopath and the only reason this isn’t a bad thing is because Jane has a soft spot for families. Shawn is more like Monk here in that his arrogance, childishness, or another failing causes his frequent downfall only to be saved by those closest to him, especially Gus and his father. Another point for Psych is that like Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, Shawn is detective-adjacent, and Gus too is medical-field-adjacent with his knowledge of medicine being crucial in many of Shawn’s cases.

Either on accident or purpose they all often leave their peers, criminals, and others dumbfounded, feeling foolish or some other humiliation. Monk does this with his ability to connect seemingly random details, and there’s even an episode where they poke fun at this concept by introducing someone who to other people does exactly what Monk does, but Monk doesn’t see it and thus sees the con it actually is. To The Mentalists’ credit it expertly hides Jane’s knowledge so at any time it may seem like he doesn’t know anything or that it’s all part of some elaborate plan. The vagueness of this often means Jane ostensibly knows everything from the beginning and already has mechanisms to expose the criminal of focus. This makes Jane unique in that he’s the only one who not only amazes his peers but (at least for me) his real-world audience, much like a showman it’s all a performance. Shawn, I think, provides a decent middle-ground. When he surveys and notices those details are highlighted for viewers, so we know what he sees. Like Monk his ability to connect separate details wows his peers while we can follow along due to the given clues.

Bottom line is that there’s probably more weird parallels and differences. Seeing how the archetype of Sherlock is twisted and changed for new stories is interesting though not always successful.

Bonus (short) Reviews:

Monk – I had family who watched Monk when it aired on TV so at best this presses my early-2000’s-nostalgia-button but beyond that I don’t really like this show. It does have some good episodes and probably the most consistently good writing, dialogue, and acting of the three. My problem boils down to the treatment of Monk himself. This stings me in two ways: 1. it seems exploitative, using his fragile mental state as a punch line. In a way it’s gross and it makes me feel gross when they take it too far. 2. Given #1 this really boils my blood when there doesn’t seem to be any consistency to Monk’s personal rules and the writers just use the “hes mentally ill card” whenever they need a joke, to push plot, resolve crimes, etc. Its lazy and absolutely undermines the character.

The Mentalist – Coming back to watch this was a little difficult. At first I bounced off watching the not-so-great acting sometimes, but that’s the side characters. Everyone watches to see what Jane gets up to. Patrick Jane is one of the best developed TV characters I’ve seen and Simon Baker really warms up to the role by season 2. He is eternally a joy to watch. The audience is given little to no insight into how much Jane knows, what he’s planning, or if he even knows anything at all. Most episodes are able to create a small suspense over “how omnipotent is Jane really?”. Like most TV shows the overarching plots can be a bit of a drag. Of the three this has the best lead character and the solutions to the crimes are the most entertaining.

Psych – What if you and your best friend at 12 years old imagined you were a modern Sherlock & Watson who were also somehow able to simultaneously satisfy every other childhood desire at the same time. If in the very end it all turned out to be a dream in Shawn’s head, I’d believe it. As expected then very little has any stakes and most of it just seems like a fun time. So the plot never matters and character development is non-existent (even though that’s supposed to be the main plot) but Cary Elwes shows up to be Cary Elwes and it’s great. This show is just silly pineapple-laden good times but also does more to show what the lead sees than the others. Returning to this as an older person, it actually lost some points in that watching Shawn be a 30 year old child made me want it to stop.

Building a Work Bench

Have you ever wanted embrace dad-ism and build a workbench using hand tools while listening to 80’s metal? Well I spent about a week cleaning my garage, building said workbench and outfitting it to be a proper workspace.

The idea came to me when going through some of the construction scrap left here. There’s some plywood, sheetrock, 2×4’s, a 4×4, a few doors, and an unused desk top. Hmmm….unused desk top, thus my mind began stirring. Some research later it was decided, I would make four legs and join them in pairs. I’m not even close to being an experienced carpenter but I’m not entirely green either.

There’s a lot of ways to join wood but the best ways only need wood and glue, driving nails, screws, bolts or whatever actually weakens the wood. I was born in Indiana which is mildly famous for it’s covered bridges, even having a covered bridge festival. Now from what I remember most of those bridges were built in the 1800’s but they were made entirely of wood. Relevance? Those all-wooden bridges still stand today because they were made well.

Even more research later and I’d settled on a joint: a mortise and tenon. There’s many different joints but a mortise and tenon is considered one of the strongest. When talking to my carpenter-turned-homebuilder father he told me proper wood joining is “fundamentally based upon increasing surface area for glue bond”. While this absolutely makes sense especially with the ease at which adhesives can be produced I actually expected him to be a bit more traditionalist and prefer wood-only. None of this changes the fact that a mortise and tenon is a great joint, if you’re sitting in a wooden chair right now it’s likely that’s the joint in use. A mortise would be a cavity or hole in the wood, in which the tenon snugly slides into. For mine I did a through-tenon, meaning the tenon went through the entire width of my mortised leg and protrudes from the other side. Thinking about it, it would make sense why this is such a strong joint as the tenon piece will distribute the force to the legs which push directly down along the length of the wood.

I had a plan, I bought the tools and supplies now it was just a matter of labor. To start as any carpenter should I measured everything, went over it with pencil then measured again. Except I didn’t do that I measured, didn’t mark it at first and instead took a scrap 2×4 and made a pracice joint. I mismeasured leaving my mortise long and tenon too wide. Trying to force it broke the mortise wall. Also I chiseled my mortise entirely from one side, so when I cut through , it splintered some vertical grains. This imprecision persisted in my work but knowing I wasn’t perfect meant I could plan around that. So while the baby was sleeping I measured and marked (in pencil) my cut-lines. The desk top itself is four feet wide and two feet deep so I planned for four legs, each a 4×4 3′ in length with my rail being 2′ long and 1/8″ shoulder. This all worked out great except three problems. One I gave a tenon a 1/4″ shoulder on one face. Two for whatever reason I cut my rails too long and instead of having my legs stand on each side they needed to be re-arranged front to back. Though on one face of one side of a mortise I cut 1/8″ too long leaving a gap.

When discussing this with my dad, he was curious how I would start the mortise cuts. I chiseled straight down on my cut mark to make an outline, then cut at intervals to weaken the surface. From there shearing the face with the chisel angled into the mortise is pretty easy. The above picture shows what this looks like.

Now we don’t make mistakes we just have happy little accidents. The leg rails being too long made me change my whole approach in the end. My intention was to keep the whole thing as modular as possible permanently joining as little as possible. This worked except my legs being front and back made the bench unstable in that direction. So on one day I chiseled my first mortise and measured for my tenon cuts. Using a hammer and chisel(even if it’s brand new and you’re working with Douglas Fir, a softwood) to go through wood is a slow and loud process so I could only do so much in a day with the baby trying to sleep. The tenons were really easy as I just did a 1/8″ shoulder cut on each face with a hand saw then chiseled the tenon out. I made the tenons first so I could trace them directly against the face of my legs instead of measuring my cut. After finishing the first leg pair I was pretty satisfied and learned a lot going into the second. This one I finished in a day, eager to be done. Putting it all together I noticed how wobbly it was, the weight of the desk top not enough to self-stabilise. Even when I started I had no idea how to affix the top, so some more research later and I had some ideas. I had a few feet of 3/4″ dowling and decided to cut it into roughly 3″ dowels then drill through the table top and 2″ into the legs then drop them in. After this the modular table was done but still rickety. When I glued my tenons into the mortises I slathered them in wood glue but also drove in shims-to-shape from the outside (also with glue) to fill in the gaps of my imprecision. Despite making the feet as flat as I could with hand tools there was still some lean so I put felt pads under each. With the dowels in and the legs dried it was pretty stable but not enough for me.

This was after almost a week of putting it together and I was ready to be done. So I made wood putty (sawdust and wood glue) and lined my dowels slots, I then hammered them down and pushed in putty from the top. I also looked for any gaps or anywhere else it’d make sense to provide some more adhesion and filled those with putty. Finally I cut small rails to go between the legs glued each side and drilled pocket holes with framing screws to provide support perpindicular to the joined legs. A day later and I had a sturdy table, to increase storage space I took 3/4″ plywood and nailed it into the long rails to create a shelf.

Next I took two of the old doors and drilled in three hinges to make a kind of folding door. Then I chiseled about halfway through two 4×4 blocks to stabilise the doors vertically. To help keep it vertical I drove as-thick-as-possible shims into the gaps. Then I screwed a sheet of peg board to each door to create a tool rack. Using what I had I setup a work space. There’s the workbench, a media center acting as a secondary surface, two shelves, two wire-frame racks, and finally a TV and bluetooth-enabled speakers.

This was a really fun project and the garage is now a fully functional workshop. Eventually I’ll share what I’ve been making.

Sonder

This word is one of the neologisms devised for The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig. The dictionary itself is an attempt to provide language for feelings or emotions without a clear label (there’s also a YouTube channel). I came across it by chance and gladly so.

n. “the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.”

John Koenig

It’s strange that my finding of his work was a largely insignificant moment but afterwards I gleaned a sliver of insight into another’s life. First off, I’m quite jealous. John’s prose evokes very specifically but appeals broadly. It’s one running sentence but it’s skips, and hops are natural. Already just this one word has required some meditation to be only as uncomfortable with it as I am. This I see as a good thing. A chance to confront mental blind spots and learn about perhaps-not-so-obscure-anymore sorrows.

A usefulness of this feeling is a humbling of self, I think. Recognizing everyone is their own actor is essential to respect, sympathy, and other foundations for healthy relationships. Conversely, I remember telling a friend some time ago that as much as I always wanted to be a hero in any story I was more likely a forgotten character of minor importance, and I truly believed that then. Feeling that you are a background character in your own story is too humble; balance then is the antidote. You can be a hero in your story just don’t be a dick in everybody else’s.

A Liminal Space

My daughter is almost a month old now and there are times where it still doesn’t feel real. Like I’m not actually a father and there’s just this baby I’m taking care of for the moment. Even saying her name is weird. Just calling her Baby feels more normal as calling her by name makes it her real name, she’d never know what we’d named her if we just called her Baby. The bizarre feeling when I first said her name was like I was speaking her into existence, announcing her presence for all the gods and humanity to witness. But it felt heavy and came out soft and low. Good for a baby, better to soothe but if you’re exercising primordial magic it’s best to be more confident I think. My wife convinced me we needed a doula, one who speaks her native Mandarin, and so I’ve largely been unneeded. I’ve still got my nine-to-five as well so it all makes me feel so disconnected from being a father. When I have moments that I can steal with Zelda I do, keeping her tiny frame warm and engaging her with talk and the occasional reading (The Princess Bride). In the first three days I slept no more than a few hours while doing everything for Zelda and my wife but after the doula arrived the sudden separation of duties left me anxious and restless. I had left the safe and comfortable boundaries of youth and was creeping evermore into the responsibility of raising another person. Some memories of my youth still seem fresh and yet I’m expected to provide for her for the rest of (hopefully) my life. Daunting yes but I’m not scared of that. Before I can step into the full role of a parent I feel I should be more involved with Zelda day-to-day, moment-to-moment. My wife says I worry too much and it’s fine. She’s probably right though. The doula does create a real and obvious de-escalation of need as she’s able to do most everything herself. I think this causes two problems for me:

1. She’s spending time with Zelda that I don’t want to give up and performing responsibilities I think are mine

2. By not being able to fully step into my expected responsibilities as a parent I cannot fully become one.

This renders me stuck between the past and what’s next. The liminal space between being an adult and being a parent.

If any of this has you worried, it’s fine I’m past the point where this has pervaded my ponderings. So much so I wondered against writing about it at all, but no pain no gain. Logically though this all really shouldn’t matter:

1. The doula is only here for two months max, I have the rest of Zelda’s life to be a father.

2. I just have to get over it because I don’t really have a choice one way or the other. Plus I still have a job to do.

Thanks to ShortFatOtaku on YouTube for the word.