Last night i was on a delayed flight from Ft. Lauderdale for about 4 hours and then sat at the gate at JFK for an hour till they let us out. It was fine, but people were getting a little crazy. I was reading GQ as the good metro sexual that I am and there was an amazing article about what the heck we are going to do with all of our garbage. I am so happy I read it and wanted to share it with my readers........

THIS IS PARADISE

Two centuries of heedless gorging and historic wastefulness has left us with an intractable environmental problem: What do we do with our trash? More specifically, what do we do with the 250 million tons (that’s five pounds per person per day) of pizza boxes, beer bottles, shredded lettuce, old refrigerators, and half-eaten burritos that we throw away each year?

By Jeanne Marie Laskas; Photograph by Alec Soth

at dawn The landfill looks nothing like what most people picture when they imagine a landfill. Nothing messy, nothing gross, nothing slimy, no trash anywhere at all. It looks, perhaps disappointingly, like an enormous, lonesome construction site, a 1,365-acre expanse of light brown dirt filling canyons reaching innocently toward the horizon—buried trash from yesterday and several thousand other yesterdays. The scale of the thing alone boggles the mind, and to stop and ponder the fact that forty years of trash forms a foundation 400 feet deep is to simply grow fretful with some unnamed woe about America’s past and the planet’s future.