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pastel-catboy · 4 years ago

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5 Sustainable Living Hacks – Be the change

So as you know, I am a super thrifty person. I super enjoy saving money, and also, I am working very hard to minimize my footprint. Now I am by no means an extreme minimalist or a zero-waste person, but I think it’s great that we can all aspire towards that. Today I also had the opportunity to work with a fantastic app called Bunz.

A friend of mine was getting rid of all of her craft supplies, and she passed on a lot to me. She told me about this app where you could swap for things. You could trade for things that you don’t want for things you need instead of selling it online where many things don’t have monetary value anymore, but they still can have value for somebody who wants it. So ever since then, I have been like non-stop trading. It’s just a great system to keep things out of a landfill and find new treasures that you would have never seen anywhere else.

So let’s get started with our first hack. This first hack has been a real money saver for me. I bought these foam soap dispensers from the home goods store because I saw all these Bath & Bodyworks bottles of foam soap and realized this is just soap mixed with water and charge so much for it. I can do this myself. I buy bulk body or hand soap, mix one-part soap to five parts water, and it lasts me forever. It works just as well as concentrated soap, if not better, because it’s already lathered for you.

Buying natural liquid soap and using fewer quantity chemicals is just a small way to reduce consumption and waste. I do the same thing with my detergent. My parents have a huge jug of detergent we share, not that they know that we share, which is technically stealing but yeah, we kind of share. I’ve had this bottle of concentrate for a year now, and it’s still going strong. Reusable straws are trendy now, and my favorites are the stainless-steel kind. It doesn’t affect the taste of anything I drink, including water, and I even have these bubble tea sized straws for my extreme tapioca consumption.

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On my most recent trip, the beaches were completely littered with straws. Small plastics on the beach wash into the ocean and injure animals. I love straws. I drink everything through a straw, but recycling facilities have a hard time catching small plastics through their filters, and too much of it ends up where it doesn’t belong.

While you’re at it, reusable cups are also a must-have. Majority of drink cups are not recyclable because it’s lined with plastic so although most cups advertise made from recycled material, the cup itself will still end up in a landfill. Starbucks is super friendly and will take any vessel, while some places require you only to use their reusable cups. Just make sure to ask your favorite beverage place what they accept. Find out more about what you can and can’t recycle; find your city’s recycling chart for guidance. Toronto is not very advanced with their recycling program. As you can see, drink cups, foil wrappers, and even many plastics are not recyclable. What’s messed up is that black plastic can’t be recycled. The reason being the optical sorter cannot distinguish between the black plastic and the black conveyer belt. What is surprising is that styrofoam is recyclable. Still, there’s the taboo of it being nonenvironmentally friendly in the past, which is why styrofoam is not as standard nowadays, even though technology has caught up to meet those needs.

Wax-coated clothes have become my better alternative to foil and saran wrap. It works better at clinging and preserving than plastic wrap. Now, this can be a pricey item, which is why I Bunz for it. I ended up using BTZ I collected to trade for the food wrap, which means I acquired this for free. Now that’s a smart deal. When you’re done with your food, and this is a trick that my dad taught me, you compost it! It is not just compost, though, as I used to keep it under my sink, and it still gets smelly, and I don’t have counter space for a table composter, which is also very pricey to freeze your compost.

I got a little bin from Ikea, especially in the summer; this completely eradicates our fruit fly and smell issue. This is a cheat, but I wanted to shout out my recent video about repurposing old t-shirts. I made reusable cotton rounds out of an old tee that I throw in the wash to use, and I made a reusable grocery bag that doubles as a cute tote. This is to round up the number because 13 hacks don’t sound as good as 15.

Dryer sheets are single-use items that quickly fill up garbages. You can reuse them in various ways, but for fluffy clothes, an alternative is dryer balls. I have these cute hedgehog ones that lost their noses, and because they can be a bit pricey, I’m going to trade for wool balls and essential oils on Bunz as an upgrade. In my laundry cupboard, I also have a massive stash of rags. I have old torn bedsheets and ripped clothing like the t-shirt DIY scraps to use as a paper towel alternative. The key is to think about single-use throwaway products and finding alternatives for them, like Swiffer sheets and duster refills. It’s not any less convenient to have a washable version of disposable products.

For the home as well, we rarely turn on the heat or a/c. You can call us cheap because we are, but this doubles as emission saving for the environment. There are duvets for every type of climate and sleeper. We’ll throw a fleece blanket underneath for colder weather and have a cooling comforter for the summer, made of breathable material like wool, cotton, or even some that are mesh down alternatives that wick moisture. I went to that drapery section at the thrift store and picked up some white mesh curtains, which I guarantee will be in abundance at every thrift store. Folding mine at the top in three, I cut out a few 12 by 16-inch rectangles. Zig-zag stitch all sides but the top fold, leaving a slight gap to thread your drawstring through. Now my drawstring is old shoelaces. Thread it through what used to be the pocket for the curtain rod, and you have reusable produce bags. These will keep your produce longer with its breathable material since plastic keeps the moisture in and rots your fruits and veggies quicker.

So what about when you leave the house, how do you bring all this with you? I take a go-bag whenever I go in the car: one large reusable tote to throw everything in, extra totes, thermos or tumbler metal straws, and the produce bags. Most days, I don’t have a car, so I just carry straws in this super cute strawberry reusable bag on me. When I go grocery shopping, I try to avoid over-packaged items, and we’ll share industrial-sized items with my family. We buy in bulk, usually industrial-sized non-perishables, and freeze many groceries that are bought in large batches. About thirty to forty percent of my house is Bunz items, so Opalma is a Bunz trade.

This bed table we traded for an armchair. So I mostly trade for plants, toilet paper, and scented candles. My latest acquisition is a set of buns, so these mannequin butts are the newest thing to my home. They are like, where else would you find a pair of mannequin butts? I got a snowboard, boots, bindings, goggles, helmet, and bag for a $50 gift card like that’s less than rental for the day. That’s insane. I don’t even know; sometimes people want to get rid of stuff, and then in this uncertain phase, this is the best time to trade. They have this new currency called BTZ where if you can earn BTZ by referring your friends and answering their daily survey. You get a little bit of BTZ, and you use those BTZ in exchange to buy things at your local stores, so local cafes and small stores will take BTZ as currency. And if you sign up and say that I referred you, I get BTZ; you get BTZ. I can’t speak highly enough of this app. I find so much more value in the things that I’ve traded for because there’s so much story behind it then you appreciate things more. You tend not to throw away or want to buy new things to replace them anyway, and that’s why I very much support the Bunz app and the Bunz community, and I hope you guys can take a look at what they have.

I know it isn’t easy to be sustainable, especially in makeup and fashion, and I think that there’s a great movement right now on moving towards that. I’m not perfect, but I know I’m doing my best to minimize my footprint, do what I can, even outside of just fashion in terms of home and food, minimize my waste, and make that footprint smaller. Thank you, guys for reading. Please share this post if it inspired you!

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oxynonsequiturs · 7 years ago

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Tales From the Geeks

About a week ago, I had the pleasure of riding with an Uber driver who has been working with computers for about as long as I have. He was overjoyed that he had a “geeky” passenger. We spent the drive home sharing stories about our early computer experiences.

I recalled my first computer job, working with a Univac 70/6 computer, which filled a fairly large room with its components, including several towers of processing units, a punch-card reader, a machine that automatically punched cards, two line printers, four tape drives, and six disk drives. When the disk drives were sorting the data on the stack of 12-inch-diameter disks, they shook like a washing machine on the spin cycle. The computer room had to be kept at a constant temperature of around 50 degrees in order to counteract the heat generated by the multitude of vacuum tubes that filled the processors. The floor was raised about two feet so cool air could be circulated through the components to cool them from below.

Keeping that room cool required a massive air conditioner and multiple ducts and outlet vents. Ribbons were attached to the vents to provide a visible clue that the air was circulating properly – or not. If the ribbons were fluttering gently, all was well. If they hung limply or stood straight out from the vents, something was amiss, and rapid action was needed. One night, as I worked the graveyard shift (midnight to 8:00), I noticed the room was becoming warm enough to take off the outer layer of clothing I was wearing. I looked up at the vents, and the ribbons were not moving. I immediately began the process of shutting down the computer and all its peripheral devices. By the time I had safely brought everything to a standstill, about ten minutes later, the temperature had risen to 80 degrees. We called our manager, who drove into Boston from his suburban home and called the air conditioner maintenance folks and the service crew for the computer to be sure there was no damage. It took several hours to repair the A/C unit and get everything going again.

When I began working in that computer room, it was located in a basement under a bank. A year or so later, the bank moved, and a Chinese restaurant moved in. Now, being in a basement, below a restaurant that used very hot fires to cook, and having only one exit – we were understandably very concerned when one night the two of us on the night shift smelled smoke. We didn’t hear alarms, and no sprinklers began spraying everything with water or foam, but the smell was very strong. We took turns going out of the computer room to see where the smoke was. After about ten to twelve minutes, my fellow operator came back in to the computer room and said he’d found the source of the smell. Down the hall from the computer room, outside one of the manager’s office, a fluorescent ceiling light was dripping a brown sticky substance that looked and smelled like what I imagine brimstone to be like. We found the switch to turn out all the lights on that circuit (fortunately not including the computer room) and turned it off. In the morning, we learned that the ballast on that light had gone bad, and the sticky substance was melted porcelain. We were commended for our action in turning off the circuit, and for being wise enough not to touch the goo.

The Uber driver related a story of a friend who had a PC unit that he said had random power issues. Since Larry (the driver) believes that nothing happens at random in a computer (he hasn’t met mine), he asked the man to leave the computer with him so he could look into it. Larry began to take the cover off the computer, and something suddenly JUMPED out at him. It was a little blue lizard that had somehow found its way into the warmth of the computer and was moving about at random. When Larry told his friend what the problem was, the friend said, “Oh, so that’s where my daughter’s lizard went!”

Larry added a postscript to his story: “Nothing should ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER, EVER, EVER jump out of a computer at you!”

I then related the story of the Photographer and the Tape Drives. After several years in the basement under the Chinese Restaurant, the MIS Department moved to new quarters in the church’s Administration Building. The old Univac was decommissioned, and we began working with a brand new Digital Equipment Corporation computer. This was DEC’s first installation of a major business computer system, and they were just as proud of it as the church’s executives were.

On the day that we officially were totally moved over to the new system, a tour was arranged with the executives, several bigwigs from DEC, a couple of politicians, and a reporter and photographer from The Christian Science Monitor. Programmers had written a program that utilized every single peripheral device to great visual effect. The tape drives were merrily spinning spools of computer tape, the printers were spewing forth reams of printed paper, the disk drives were busily shaking as they performed sort after sort, and lights on the front of the processing units flashed in a display worthy of a Christmas tree. All the members of the tour group were suitably impressed, and the photographer was snapping shots happily. Then he spotted the tape drives. For some reason, at least at that time, to most non-computer people, the tape drives were the computer. He gleefully took a flash photo of the tape drives.

Now, in those days, a reel of computer tape had a reflective metal strip attached at the end of the tape so that the computer would sense when to stop, rewind, and politely ask for a new tape. This was usually built into the program. However, when the flash of the camera reached the tape drives, they all sensed end-of-tape at an inconvenient place in the program, and the entire system crashed. The sudden silence stunned everyone. We cleared the system and decided we didn’t need to restart that program again.

Modern computers are capable of performing many functions at once, but back in the 1970s, certain programs used up a high percentage of the operating system, especially when they were accessing information in certain areas, such as financial. One night I arrived at work to find two very glum evening shift operators. I asked them what was wrong, and the lead operator glared at the junior operator and said through clenched teeth, “SOMEONE decided it would be a timesaver to run both Payroll and Accounts Payable at the same time.” As he spoke, one printer came to life and printed one check. We all waited several minutes while the system unloaded all the Payroll system and loaded up the AP system, and then the other printer printed one AP check. The lead operator was mad because since he was the lead when the programs started, he had to stay until both programs were successfully completed, which took several more hours. Of course, during those hours, we night shift operators could not run the programs which had been carefully scheduled for our eight-hour shift. All in all, not a happy group that greeted the day shift when they arrived.

One last tale. The boxes which held the punched cards were about 18 inches long, by six inches wide by three inches high. The lids opened in such a way that the sides of the box opened out in the back for ease in removing the cards. One night, my fellow operator, in a moment of boredom, set an open box of cards on a chair seat and then for some reason set the chair spinning. There was a beautiful spray of cards in a lovely spiral. The operator grabbed the chair to stop it, but the damage had been done. I innocently asked, “Those cards were sorted, weren’t they?” He sadly nodded, gathered up the wayward cards, and took them to the card sorter. Fortunately, none of the cards slid under any of the equipment. That could have been a real disaster!

I learned a lot during my time as a computer operator, but I’m really glad that I only have to deal with my desktop or notebook computer any more.

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nirvanaballad · 7 years ago

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In the indeseminate profields, eyes are distracted. And levels recalled, retreating in gaseous water walls. Untrue in the incredulity of enemy volumes, increasing in travesty;: topiary that convalesces in gardens grown to treat the sick and saddened of the floral kingdom.

Ghast in grip. Tolia drinks in the edifice of manifest root,; every soil a staging point for egress ripple..

Drown in the school, the questions smothered in radial throw. Deafened in the opulence of endings. Draught like the ink in the bath -- filled brim a coast in the territorial furrows, ilk of nebidead,: hailing the arrangers of the extortion. Draw a wheel of tumbling tales -- art of a zealot, inches of gunge as nominal as in an equation of love.

Reparations long for the time that is forward in its associative capture. The rapture of the extreme eaity the feed, forward flask in extreme. B’lean.

Reels of the unreal.

Deeds set in cast plastic integration of the blown -- flown in extraversion extorts in breaths of brimming flow. Blasted in its seas of shoe sown wandering, like the eaves of dark vessels in the cloves of crownèd kings.

Browned in the absolute -- calculations of the depth, deep in the fast play restocking. Calls of the wild in mews of defference, like positions in a galaxy. spun in seals of treen. Creeping in extraversion,; pull of the minute, gravity a form of power. The planets spin - travellers that mock the moon. Creeds of negative green. R plus seven recalls the goodness, and the rest renew their clad.

Heavenly waves burn the skin, and are put down by Sol, our dearest, oldest friend.

Caught in the grip of the variety, ayes of the trouble that engage that which has been seen,. anew are the friendships that have always been. One day I will know you again. Sinking in manifest…Oh, there is nothing there to block the way. Calling your name, sure in the passages of the parenthesis that was our last existence. Sat among those who have always been known -- thrown the page like sculptures throw clay. Little illustrations and tiny mentions that explicate the endlessness of love.

The only ways I can tell what is happening to me. Returning home too..

Recking ships in pens that contain the sea, our stream flinches;:wasted rounded in vestibules of ever increasing margin limit. Reoil’d describing in blood.

Constant stone remade.

Taper in hypervision of para-recollection. Huge entireties that differ in maximal dissatisfaction . Cause for the latter -- extremes in scarce.

Enter the revel, patrons of the never ending. Sails on the mending.

Under weaving, waves retort in lashing causality. Karma rips in sevens. Wreathed in the acute.

Removal of focus, captivated in biochem -- halls of reflection collapse in heated exchange; guides of the strange and re-estranged.

Escalation and repensation -- key cards to the underpassages and vaults containing the most modern of magi-technology. Crews pass unseen and in vacuums clean instigated parameters that mean in modes of infinite green.

Clear are the opposites, ended in attempts at the furthering of life as human glass creates in its endless foray the purposes of gravity in plastic obtained. Gone are the measurements and in their certain turmoil, winds of rushing grasp up the foothills, fall of debris in instants of bitter relief.

Clear the halls! The repshord shouts, pieces of trap replacing the gallery at the moment of prime numbers. Gushes of off-white ignite the reem,, classes intake a shower of credible dream.

In the ignorance of the passing flower, a new turbulence ensued in porthole teeming, the gleaning of the precious sunlight treasures of the dead. In the exiting., a verse retained in mode of perplexed pour -- core of silence, the pattern of never-ending dominion. Ghost in the tracks -- sea of roaring air react,;gulp of potions ending fear, purpose of the push in the program of the night. Gush of credit in composition capsule; perfect signs in the lowest sky.

Tremendous captured in the ink of syphony, grand reactor the memory; and a hold on economic masts -- radio narrowcast, in clear due water of the virtual finding fixing aching mask.

Entailed in the westward wind, the flow of the streaming heart,; the innocence of the trailing path. Paths pulsate in maximum moon. Mark of greatness on the region’s tomb. Pockmarked management like motivation severedflent gall of promises never found, the arches of the makeup moving down. Cast like fingers at the eyes of norm, the truth is bent as light in the morn.

Harps in the streams, the water sound clean. Rapture of music that mentioned in the prophesies of gods would reclaim the creation of incidental chords that chimed in mists and equal climes of the magnificence in the enty of the untold.

of edgeward measure the pulling in black sand sinking.

Rumas reunion -- post-perfect presence in a theodyte that shifts in rotative relapse. Cast by shadows infinite and cracked.

Concrete in its pertinences, yet fluxuating at the sign of our rap. Grasp at the threads that windworm their way into the future, depth of sound hacked and reclad like buildings in cities of cerebral crap.

Ask in the future -- futures of prevalence in organisms of reaction, reinterplay and superrisk.

Reasonable in its containment, truth chewed in its collective connectedness

collapse.

Inimitable flow, paralyzed in progression. The endings of the road. Increase in funds to the enterprize interpreted a lifetime ago. Secret accounts with £££. Engage in the enablement of the post-established,; intro regress like the further polished, egret in semblance. Accords restructured, the possibilities involved, dialectic in their draining,, dreams drowned in the ethernet, ambience revolves. Kites in flight in streams in the sky; skyrivers z. pull pushed in the patterns of neversaul -- phones in water, casting messages sent throughout the carriages of the intervention. introversion torn ,rightrubbed. Rings of frictional removal; passed in passages pitch darkened. Posit polite in the marks of redoubt, gum like comely,;bone balanced in the pages of extreme retraction,memories renewed through process chemical, like the dark roomand tomb.

Gravity is clearer, collapsed in the rhythms of the vertical past, eyes of birds the reachers into the measure of the year, the moment; the infinite concealed.

Call us now, the Sails that have sunk -- flown in bounty of elision re-fummed.

April ‘17

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