spencer's boy
master composter, worm translator, urban advocate, organic pioneer ...
“the art of compost … chapter 5. it was a cold and moonless night and all the compost buckets were frozen. behind the coffee shop, our hero disturbs a local tom cat on the prowl for a day old, half eaten bagel with cream cheese. the cat looks at the tattered local legend and keeps to its search. the buckets call out for justice and ….”
— maurice small
“I spent nine days in the Downtown Los Angeles City Jail. The judge gave me a suspended sentence and I went to work that night - wailed just like nothing happened. What strucked me funny though - I laughed real loud when several movie stars came up to the bandstand while we played a dance set and told me, when they heard about me getting caught with marijuana, they thought marijuana was a chick. Woo boy - that really fractured me!”
— Louis Armstrong (via stayingunderground)
pennsylvania rust belt
Gorgeous infographic on how much energy and water a person uses in a day. Design meets the art of storytelling.
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Stinking pile of…
We found the compost farm where the council recycles green waste collected from the kerbside. It was huge. There were huge mounds of steaming compost everywhere you looked. We drove the car into the barn, got out the shovel and started to fill our sacks with the compost. It was hot and smelly. We filled the car to the brim with the bags and headed off back to the allotment.
