don't threaten me with a good time...
it would seem, by the lovely pic i took of the hudson river this morning from the flawless vista 145th street provides, that prayers have been answered and new jersey is, in fact, disappearing, fading into the viscous mire floating above a river so polluted it could spawn three-eyed fish similar to that on the simpsons.
i think to dump anything not needed by humans into a river is one of the most audacious activities a human can complete. water that flows, and has flowed, for millions of years (save for the thousands it froze during the ice age), between grassy banks of land does not, in fact, resemble a garbage can. a wastepaper basket. a trash can. a place for refuse.
so why then is it so outwardly opportunistic to receive all sorts of materials humans refuse to use, garbage, debris, discarded ephemera, let alone highly toxic industrial waste? what if we never polluted in the first place? sure, thousands would have drowned in the undercurrents pursuing a splashy day of aquatic fun in the sun, but their deaths would at least have been attributed to natural forces, not high toxicity levels of polychlorinated biphenyls.
and that, my friends, is what a hungover weekend rant looks like.