Forks In The Dumpster: A Short Story

In the article "On Dumpster Diving", Lars Eighner discusses his experience of dumpster diving. Eighner was born in Corpus Christi, Texas, in 1946 and worked as an attendant and ward worker from 1980-1987 before finding himself homeless for three years. According to Eighner, he began dumpster diving about a year before he became homeless, also, Eighner states that he still lacks the athletic ability to lower himself into the dumpsters as the true divers do. He calls himself a scavenger as he live from the refuse of others. Furthermore, he discusses that while he was still living in the house with his dog Lizbeth, he started extracting the necessities of daily from dumpsters as his savings ran out and they ate from dumpsters, also, all his clothes

Nic Laycock J.Berte Composition 1 FD16 Summary and Analysis On Dumpster Diving Lars Eighner’s “On Dumpster Diving” (Published is a first person informative essay that explores the art of Dumpster diving. Almost presented as a user guide or instructional piece his key message is about the wastefulness of consumers and the shallowness of materialism. About a year before he became homeless, Eighner began sourcing all of his life necessities from dumpsters because of a lack of money as all his income was spent on rent. He makes the claim that it is possible to survive and be content with life simply by living off the refuse and waste of others.

Homelessness is increasing every year and effecting Americans of different age, ethnicity and religion. In Lars Eighner “On Dumpster Diving” he explains what he went through while being homeless. He describes how and what foods someone should be looking for and to always be conscious of what one is eating because there is always a reason why something has been thrown out. He continues to go into detail about other items that can be found in the dumpster like sheets to sleep on and pieces of paper to write on. Things that can keep him busy through the day. Eighner carefully explains to his readers how being a dumpster diver has become a life style for the homeless and this is how they survive. It’s a way of living and they are comfortable

"Blake, are you kidding me? Again!" Weiss yelled as she saw the stuffing spilling out of a pillow from claw marks. "I'm sorry. Its a habit!" Blake was about to continue on with her apology, but Weiss cut her off. "Its a problem! You've cause a hundred dollars of damage in one month!" Weiss sighed. "Since Yang and Ruby don't care about the mutilation of our furniture at all, I'm going to have to stop you. Blake, one more incedent, and I'm sending you to the pound." Blake scanned Weiss's face for any sign that she was jesting, but found that she was being completely serious.

In Lars Eighner’s short essay “On Dumpster Diving”, he describes his experience of being homeless and the art of dumpster driving. Eighner prefers being referred to as a scavenger rather than a dumpster driver. Eighner stated “I like the frankness of the word scavenging. I live from refuse of others. I am a scavenger.” (383) He describes scavenging as a full time job, that requires a lot of effort. He believes that if one follows certain guidelines and rules, with doing so this could possibly help one to become efficient. One rule is knowing good place and time to look for food and other items, that could be useful. Another rule is knowing how to eat safely from a dumpster . Eighner said

Ludwig collapsed on his improvised bed next to his brother, exhausted. Gilbert didn’t even look up from cleaning his gun. It was his form of relaxing in the evening, making sure all the parts were in perfect condition.

Like with Adrian’s introduction Vanessa did not pay much mind to Victor’s, but she did pay attention when he mentioned security. Pointing her ears Vanessa managed to hear pick up the sound of heavy boots on the polished floor. Vanessa already knew security was doing something, but know she knew for a fact that what ever they were doing it was here. Naturally, Vanessa’s eyes drifted to the one suspicious person, just as she took Victor out and sent him falling onto her body.

Rin walked into the dimly lit club, bad remixes blaring through the foggy room. Bright lights flashed every color of the rainbow, sending blinding beams every time they hit one of the many mirrors along the walls. The place smelled of sexual tension and booze, college memories at their finest. Rin walked over to the bar, sliding into the dinged up stool and resting his elbows on the table.

His brown boots hit the earth as he ran forward, pushing his legs far past what they were capable of. His lungs burned in his chest, sweat socked his skin causing his auburn locks to stick to his cheeks annoyingly, no matter how many times he pushed them away though they always came back, but he couldn’t stop, he had to keep running. His white shorts, which ended just past the knee, had patches of dirt from the times he fell from the twigs and roots in the forest he was weaving his way through. His blue and tan striped blazer, along with the long sleeve black shirt underneath were restricting his movements, making running a difficult task, and he wondered why he chose this outfit at all. He wasn’t so sure what he was running from he couldn’t quite remember, but the fear of whatever it was pushed him forward. Soon he came to a large clearing, halting his movements. He couldn’t see the others face only his back, but he clearly held himself with confidence, and had an air of power and danger around him. He stood before a throne, it looked like it could

On a damp and slightly foggy evening on the coast of South Hampton, midsouth in England, a man the name of Andrew Jackson Walks onto the port of where a major role in his life is about to be fulfilled. Andrew had always seen things in his dreams but this was surreal to him. He had previously bought a ticket onto a so-called “unsinkable ship” and he was eager to see why his dream had lead him here. His dreams were always quite colorful and imaginative, but they always seemed so farfetched yet surreal. A place that he could almost imagine he was standing in the very place he was now, yet this time it only seemed like a dream, it’s a dream he has had for a long time. Going out to sea, eating divine food prepared by talented chefs, and maybe meeting a new friend or two. He thought of all this just standing there, at this marvelous

She had been warned that prisoners often tried to con visitors. He appeared to realize this, subsequently telling her, “I am just a simple man. Nothing else. And to most other people a convicted killer looking for someone to manipulate.”

It makes them prove that they can do anything that anybody challenged them too. Never give into pressure just say no and walk away no matter what.

Today the lava is on the move just inches, but it is still sending everyone into a frantic state of mind especially my parents. For the past two weeks my parents have been out of their minds especially today , now what I can’t imagine is how two weeks ago they were normal people. Let me explain, my mother keeps on cleaning non- stop everything. Sshe has at least vacuumed 20 times today and it's only nine in the morning and my father insists it is the end of the world. So, he starts packing everything day in and day out and then realize what he is thinking is nonsense and this loop has been on repeat for 2 weeks. What scares me is that before this news struck out he worked at a lab not just any lab. aA lab that focuses on volcanoes and natural disasters, he specialized in the volcano department.

Thesis: God has blessed the world by giving it countless natural resources and ways to use them. In the poem “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams (rpt. In Greg Johnson and Thomas R. Arp, Perrine’s Literature: Structure, Sound and Sense, 12th ed. [Boston: Wadsworth, 2015] 673-674) he describes an everyday scene on a farm.

In today’s society, there is an abundance of waste. This is clear in observing how people live, we often throw out items because we want something better. Lars Eighner, author of "On Dumpster Diving," writes about his experiences being homeless and how he survived on the waste of others. This provides insight on how the phrase "one man's trash is another man's treasure," is true. Jeremy Seifert, who directed the documentary Dive!, also talks about how he survives off of other people's waste, but this was a decision he made. As they tell of their experiences, Seifert and Eighner both come to the conclusion that society is wasteful. While both individuals provided good information, I believe Seifert presented the better argument. Both of