Saturday, July 16, 2011
It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City.
I was the king of the alley, Mama, I could talk some trash
Earlier this week we had a little painting project. So I went down to the cellar where we dutifully keep everything that isn't needed more than once a year. Or ever again. And I start checking paint cans and, sure enough, there's on of those 5 gallon buckets of the right color enamel. Score.
Only I open it and discover that it's somewhat fossilized. No problem, there's another one just like it, only still good.
And then, I'm left with a conundrum. How does one get rid of a 5 gallon bucket, three-quarters full of nasty, discolored latex paint? The city says you can "absorb the excess paint" with kitty littler or old newspaper and put it out with your regular trash. Methinks they're envisioning a bit less excess paint.
They also cheerfully inform me that there's a recycling center I can take it to (which is open to the public 4 times a month). And it's in the deepest furthest reaches of Brooklyn from me. To get there, I need to carry the bucket 12 blocks to the subway, ride the subway to it's bitter end, and then walk another 5 blocks with the bucket.
The rancid paint is back down in the cellar with the top off. It should only take about a year for it to dry up into a solid mass I can put out with the regular trash. Benign neglect can be a useful tool.
While we're waiting for science to work its magic, enjoy some Bruce.
Posted by Nathan at 2:28 PM