The term “dumpster diving” was coined by gonzo journalist John Hoffman in his 1992 book The Art and Science of Dumpster Diving, a how-to guide that has become the committed diver’s bible.
-Kamilla Pietrzyk in her article Freegansim: Food for Mind, Body and Soul
Damn it Peitrzyk, there may be a couple of metaphorical dumpster gods, but there is no dumpster bible. I shudder to see the word “bible” used to mean “tome of all-important knowledge on any given subject.” Shame on you.
Not only does this quote irritate me, but the quoted book does as well, even as it defiantly eyes me from across the table. (“You bought me!” it says. “Hahahaha. Got ya.” “Thank god I bought you second hand for almost nothing,” I spit back. And it is turning out to be about equal parts of amusing and irritating.) Point is, dumpster diving, as practiced by gorillas et al, is not something you need a guidebook for because that implies that you, the uninitiated potential diver, could not possibly figure it out yourself without the help of a published expert. This is ridiculous. Get on your bike and start opening lids. The rest will follow. Experts are highly over-rated. The cornucopias treasures to be found in the trash are not.