Skip to the loo, my darlings...

Last week, Thespian and I had dinner at Pizzaiolo with a bunch of peeps from the Dispensary... followed by drinks at The Avenue down the street-- a very cool bar that took some warming up to after adamant dimming of the lights and frequent trips to the bathroom (no, not for THAT-- for the Grecian pornographic graphics on the wallpaper, baby... aw, yeah...)...

We (an awed Autumn and I) determined that last position to be the most impressive. Yeah, go ahead-- we looked at it for a long time, too...

WALL-E world...

A couple weeks ago, I took a tour of the recycling plant in Marin. It was interesting to see how everything works--what happens to all my bottles of Two-Buck Chuck and my endless boxes of organic golden flax cereal. But it was also so very depressing.

A lot of work goes into "recycling" our recyclables. And it's a business, really; whatever there's a market for, is what gets recycled.

Oh, and also--Marin County is the biggest waste producer on the planet. Basically, each resident contributes 10 pounds of trash a day. Yeah...

Anyway, I wrote about it in this week's Pacific Sun cover story.

The pig, the turkey and the peacock (sounds like a Burl Ives' ditty) all live across the street from the recycling center, and feed off expired produce from nearby grocers.

Kinda cool, eh?