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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys
cnet.com

Mr. Trash Wheel is gobbling up millions of pounds of trash

Trash interceptors are becoming more common in large cities, helping to stop garbage as it floats down waterways. Mr. Trash Wheel is the pride of Baltimore, helping to make a cleaner, more beautiful city waterfront.
Stephen Beacham
plantyhamchuk

“ Since its installation Mr. Trash Wheel has intercepted over 3 million pounds of trash, making the harbor not only cleaner and more beautiful, but also a nicer home for local wildlife as well as waterfront businesses. Four different wheels now sit in Baltimore’s rivers, and soon more will be helping clean other cities across the globe. “

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“If you go to MrTrashWheel.com you can actually download a spreadsheet of every dumpster we’ve pulled out of the harbor over the past seven years, with an estimate of different types of trash that was in that dumpster,” Lindquist said. “We know that we’ve pulled out over a million styrofoam containers from the harbor, and that’s the sort of information, data and photos that we share with our elected officials to let them know just how big of a problem this is.”

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“Mr. Trash Wheel has a few relatives in Baltimore, including Professor Trash Wheel, the first female Trash Wheel; Captain Trash Wheel, who’s nonbinary; and Gwynnda The Good Wheel of the West, who was recently the star of a ribbon cutting ceremony to mark her installation. They all have their own likes and dislikes on their public profiles online.

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They’re also hungry, with a reputation for being able to gobble up larger pieces of trash, including a guitar, a full-size beer keg and on one occasion a ball python who escaped from its owner and made a home for itself on the warm battery casing of one of the Trash Wheels. Because the Trash Wheels don’t harm animals, they’ve become a kind of refuge for creatures seeking a safe place to nest. A mother duck once laid its eggs under the conveyor belt, and fish enjoy the oxygenated water that’s created as the wheel turns in the river during the summer.”

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“ If you’re a city leader or official, you can adopt your own Trash Wheel at MrTrashWheel.com. “

ALRIGHT EVERYBODY TIME TO CONTACT YOUR LOCAL OFFICIALS

Source: plantyhamchuk
insomniac-arrest
beggars-opera

One of my favorite things about history is how little bits of it are preserved through traditions and mythology and we don’t even notice it. Like how we still say “’Tis the season” at Christmastime. Who says ‘tis anymore? No one, it’s dead except in this tiny phrase. I had a friend once tell me that she noticed the only group of people who could consistently identify a spinning wheel were girls between the ages of 4 and 7. Why? Sleeping Beauty. There are little linguistic quirks that have been around for centuries, bits of slang we use that people 400 years ago would recognize, but unless you showed someone a 400 year old dictionary, they’d never believe it. Whispers of the past are always there.

Source: beggars-opera
vaspider
bauliya

I know it's tough for everyone but please, please be extra nice and patient with little kids right now. they're going through so much, we're not going to understand the amount of worldwide trauma these kids have for years, but for context: a five year old who has memories only from the age of three has spent HALF their conscious life under quarantine. they haven't interacted with other kids in person. they've only seen people with masks. they've spent all this time in a home with distressed adults and little stability without truly understanding why. for a massive chunk of their conscious life. so if a kid comes up and talks to you just let them have your attention for a few minutes. don't snap at a child crying or having a meltdown in public, and don't make the parent feel guilty. it's not that difficult to be kind.

renniequeer

God, this. One of my good friends had a baby about six months before quarantine started in our area, and my friends are trying really hard to make sure they expose their kid to live-action media with real people's faces, because their kid doesn't know who people are the way most babies of that age would in non-pandemic conditions. This baby's only been around their parents and the pediatrician for a significant chunk of their entire life at this point.

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iridescentoracle
whetstonefires

Like I know we’ve talked about how it’s better if Batman doesn’t reciprocate the Joker’s arch-enemy fixation and is like ‘genuinely please spontaneously drop dead so I can forget about you forever,’ but the version I would really love to see is one where his actual archnemesis as far as he’s concerned is like.

The Koch brothers, or suitably fictionalized equivalent.

Roughly the same amount of money he has to bring to the problem, being poured out with way fewer ethics about things like appropriate lobbying, just buying politicians outright & blocking all common-sense gun control legislation for decades. Enemy billionaires fighting him on the nature of their shared world.

Because the Joker’s like. Sure, Batman hates him. He’s dealt the Bat a lot of pain. He’d earned some hating after Barbara, never mind Jason.

But the Joker isn’t nemesis material. Not really. Batman is about fighting the whole edifice of violent crime, every factor that leads to the situation of people shot to death in alleyways, the whole tower of it. And Joker has only ever been a symptom of the rot. He’s not a cause.

And the thing is, Batman can never tell him. Not just because of his secret identity, since the gun control crusade is kind of distinctive–no. That’s not why.

It’s because if Batman told the Joker that the Kochs were his actual nemeses, there is an 85%+ chance that the Joker would then kill them.

He’s got to look at the Joker, every time the damn clown targets him, capering away in his absurd quest to feel important, and think: I could weaponize you so easily.

If I told you about my actual arch-enemies in the right way, I could guarantee you’d kill them. Out of jealousy. Out of pride. To grandstand.

You’d think you were hurting me–taking advantage of my having let the information slip, making me responsible for the murder of people I hated, forcing me to wrack my conscience for it. You’d think it meant you got to make me live with being responsible for killing my archnemesis, and still be alive to watch. You’d think you’d won something. You’d never even know what I’d done.

You aren’t a complicated machine, Joker. Unpredictable, sometimes, but not complicated. You point a direction and something sparks inside you, and violence comes out. Terribly simple. It would be easy. All I’d have to do is tell you the truth.

But I swore never to become the man holding the gun.

Source: whetstonefires