as we celebrate our beautiful home this week, here are some simple things you can do to give back to planet earth. Remember, the earth is what you make it…
1. Cut down on waste: By using a reusable water bottle/coffee mug, or buying a mesh/cloth coffee filter for your coffeemaker you can significantly reduce the amount of waste you produce.
2. Clean your clothes smartly: Wash your laundry in cold water instead of hot and line dry as many pieces as possible (especially linens) to save energy.
3. Make your own cleaning products: Rather than products with harsh chemicals, did you know you can make your own with ingredients you most likely have around the house? Combine baking soda and vinegar then flush with boiling water to clean out clogged drains. Lemon juice is great to remove mildew and corn starch can be used to deodorize carpet.
4. Conserve Paper: Use both sides of a piece of paper in order to print things out. Instead of throwing away used paper, keep a pile of scrap to either print or write on.
5. Buy Local: By purchasing locally produced meat, produce, and dairy products you can cut down on pollution. Not only do the goods not have to travel as far (car, train, airplane pollution), but it also doesn’t need as much packaging or preservatives.
6. Use your legs: Whenever possible, walk or ride your bike. it’s better for you and it’s better for the planet! If you must drive, try to carpool and consolidate trips.
7. Know your impact: It’s good to know how green you are living. By calculating your carbon footprint you can also learn the areas in your life that could use improvement. There are a lot of tools out there, but I used footprintnetwork.org, and really like it. Test it out.
Showing posts with label Holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holidays. Show all posts
Friday, April 22, 2011
EARTH DAY
I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.
- D. H. Lawrence
- D. H. Lawrence
Thursday, December 23, 2010
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Monday, October 18, 2010
Le Manoir Du Diable
Le Manoir Du Diable (1896) (aka The Devil's Castle/The Haunted Castle) is where all horror film roots can be traced back to. A little over two minutes long, this film was the start of the ever popular and favorite of mine horror film genre. Le Manoir Du Diable is the creation the imaginative French filmmaker Georges Melies and contains familiar elements of later horror and vampire films: a flying bat, a medieval castle, a cauldron, a demon figure, and skeletons, ghosts, and witches - and a crucifix to dispatch with evil, all very effective and spooky elements to give us all a pretty chill.
I'm so excited for Halloween!
Do you guys have any costume ideas yet?
If you do, please share!!
xx
Amely
Sunday, February 14, 2010
I never finished this
I've been gone a while, not really "gone", rather more on a voyage of sorts. It's Valentine's Day and I've gotten really cute goodies from my friends. More than I expected, I love them all. I don't have an official 'valentine' or lover to share the day with for the first time in about seven years, which is a little sad, but not so much because the day seems so small compared to all the things I have to get done in coming time. *DEADLINES*. I guess I'm too busy to really think about the whole situation, which isn't so bad anyhow (I don't think so anyway).
Let's see, for starters, the LOVE. 2010 show was breathtaking. There were so many amazing pieces and everything looked absolutely beautiful. There was a ballet show, which was so nice to watch and my piece, which was titled 'burning passion', was showcased in the 'heart room': a separate room with glass doors and walls. Small in size with wooden floors and lovely red lighting to accompany the magnificent 'heart beats and moans' sensual mix crafted by another artist (I wish I could remember his name. Great piece nonetheless). My painting got good feedback and I am very pleased to be part of such a great compilation. I LOVED the show. The after party was soooo much fun! I made amazing new and talented friends and danced the night away. Such a great night filled with unforgettable moments. Laugh riots galore.
This weekend, I performed in 'The Vagina Monologues', as well. Thursday, was opening night, and it was interesting to say the least. The lights were bright and the peoples quiet noises were loud enough to tie my guts, all twisted and turned. Simply put: my nerves were rattled. It starts: we walk out in line, from opposite sides of the stage, having only practiced once before. I sit. They sit. We all sit. I, the unlucky of the bunch, get the stool, from a batch of couches and comfy chairs. No back support; no cushion. From behind us a BIG PINK HEART shares tint, while staring straight at us are these blinding massive white lights. I can't see faces, but I see moving shapes, bodies and noises. First one's up, next one's me. They go on with their act, I listen somewhat, but not really because I'm just too nervous. They finish; nobody claps. I go up, I'm shaking, they're staring. I talk and talk, I break a subtle break. Nothing bad. Nothing good. I've left out a word, not that anybody notices because I'm sure most have never heard this play before, still, I break because I know. My voice shakes, I gain control. I finish. Nobody claps. Two more go up. It's my turn again. I walk up. I talk. I finish. I walk back to my cold stiff stool. Good, I think I did good, that is, until I realize I went before my turn and that the whole play might be thrown off because our acts are matched to our music. Some songs happy, others sad, some upbeat, others drag. So I freak, but I can't do anything about it because we can't really move, let alone talk. Luckily, the girl that was supposed to go after me (NOT after the girl who goes before me) realized my weensy mistake and with a nod, she walks up to the stage. Somehow, the music tech got our songs fixed and she walked out to her appointed mix. I'm up again. I do my thing, I talk my talk, but the damage is done; I walk back in shame. I am such an amateur. This is so embarrassing, but I don't show any of this. Of course I don't, I can't, I'm onstage! We finish, we bow. The audience finally claps, but we're not done. We have still another show to do and I can't express how glad this makes me. I need redemption; I need to know I can do this. My friends who attended the play said they didn't notice any mistakes, in fact, they congratulated me and said I did great. Still, in the eyes of my fellow actresses, who I might add, have done plenty of plays before, I looked like a complete unprepared, unaware moron.
Friday was fun, just a night out with some valuable lessons. (Note to self: fuck yous should not be handed out freely (even to obnoxious persistent men who can't read hints))
Saturday comes along and I'm ready to own. I got rid of my nerves, I stopped worrying about how good the other girls were, and about what they thought about me. I stopped worrying about the way I looked, the way I talked, the way I stood, held my hands and arms, and I simply shared my stories. I was sad about my marriage. I was angry at my husband for cheating on me. I talked about the beauty of my vagina, about the wonders of the clitoris, and the nightmare that is genital mutilation. I fell into character and felt a rush. I believed; they believed. We got caught in my monologue. There was nothing to fight. I loved the way our audience was so interactive. They clapped after each act and laughed uninhibited laughs. They clapped for me, they laughed at my jokes, and I truly felt their shock in their thick silence. This night was my night. I loved it. I loved the feeling. The girls congratulated me and I knew this was the way it's done.
I enjoyed myself so much and I look forward to being part of other projects like this. I guess everybody has their little falls, but it's good to remember to learn and take from them, no matter how embarrassing, how minute, insignificant, life changing, or not.
So that was my weekend. I liked it overall. It was a fresh experience. Now, I'm off to order in with my little brother, watch a flurry of movies, and eat v-day candy and chocolates 'till we both pop! Pretty sweet Valentine's Day I'd say.
xoxo HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY xoxo,
Amely
Let's see, for starters, the LOVE. 2010 show was breathtaking. There were so many amazing pieces and everything looked absolutely beautiful. There was a ballet show, which was so nice to watch and my piece, which was titled 'burning passion', was showcased in the 'heart room': a separate room with glass doors and walls. Small in size with wooden floors and lovely red lighting to accompany the magnificent 'heart beats and moans' sensual mix crafted by another artist (I wish I could remember his name. Great piece nonetheless). My painting got good feedback and I am very pleased to be part of such a great compilation. I LOVED the show. The after party was soooo much fun! I made amazing new and talented friends and danced the night away. Such a great night filled with unforgettable moments. Laugh riots galore.
This weekend, I performed in 'The Vagina Monologues', as well. Thursday, was opening night, and it was interesting to say the least. The lights were bright and the peoples quiet noises were loud enough to tie my guts, all twisted and turned. Simply put: my nerves were rattled. It starts: we walk out in line, from opposite sides of the stage, having only practiced once before. I sit. They sit. We all sit. I, the unlucky of the bunch, get the stool, from a batch of couches and comfy chairs. No back support; no cushion. From behind us a BIG PINK HEART shares tint, while staring straight at us are these blinding massive white lights. I can't see faces, but I see moving shapes, bodies and noises. First one's up, next one's me. They go on with their act, I listen somewhat, but not really because I'm just too nervous. They finish; nobody claps. I go up, I'm shaking, they're staring. I talk and talk, I break a subtle break. Nothing bad. Nothing good. I've left out a word, not that anybody notices because I'm sure most have never heard this play before, still, I break because I know. My voice shakes, I gain control. I finish. Nobody claps. Two more go up. It's my turn again. I walk up. I talk. I finish. I walk back to my cold stiff stool. Good, I think I did good, that is, until I realize I went before my turn and that the whole play might be thrown off because our acts are matched to our music. Some songs happy, others sad, some upbeat, others drag. So I freak, but I can't do anything about it because we can't really move, let alone talk. Luckily, the girl that was supposed to go after me (NOT after the girl who goes before me) realized my weensy mistake and with a nod, she walks up to the stage. Somehow, the music tech got our songs fixed and she walked out to her appointed mix. I'm up again. I do my thing, I talk my talk, but the damage is done; I walk back in shame. I am such an amateur. This is so embarrassing, but I don't show any of this. Of course I don't, I can't, I'm onstage! We finish, we bow. The audience finally claps, but we're not done. We have still another show to do and I can't express how glad this makes me. I need redemption; I need to know I can do this. My friends who attended the play said they didn't notice any mistakes, in fact, they congratulated me and said I did great. Still, in the eyes of my fellow actresses, who I might add, have done plenty of plays before, I looked like a complete unprepared, unaware moron.
Friday was fun, just a night out with some valuable lessons. (Note to self: fuck yous should not be handed out freely (even to obnoxious persistent men who can't read hints))
Saturday comes along and I'm ready to own. I got rid of my nerves, I stopped worrying about how good the other girls were, and about what they thought about me. I stopped worrying about the way I looked, the way I talked, the way I stood, held my hands and arms, and I simply shared my stories. I was sad about my marriage. I was angry at my husband for cheating on me. I talked about the beauty of my vagina, about the wonders of the clitoris, and the nightmare that is genital mutilation. I fell into character and felt a rush. I believed; they believed. We got caught in my monologue. There was nothing to fight. I loved the way our audience was so interactive. They clapped after each act and laughed uninhibited laughs. They clapped for me, they laughed at my jokes, and I truly felt their shock in their thick silence. This night was my night. I loved it. I loved the feeling. The girls congratulated me and I knew this was the way it's done.
I enjoyed myself so much and I look forward to being part of other projects like this. I guess everybody has their little falls, but it's good to remember to learn and take from them, no matter how embarrassing, how minute, insignificant, life changing, or not.
So that was my weekend. I liked it overall. It was a fresh experience. Now, I'm off to order in with my little brother, watch a flurry of movies, and eat v-day candy and chocolates 'till we both pop! Pretty sweet Valentine's Day I'd say.
xoxo HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY xoxo,
Amely
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Happy Christmas Eve!!
First and foremost, HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST!! LOVE, HAPPINESS, PROSPERITY, HEALTH, AND PEACE!! It's Christmas Eve today I'm so excited! I love spending time with my family and friends. I love the familiar comforting laughs, the jokes, hugs, and smiles, it's so warm and cozy! It makes me fuzzy all over. Once again I wish you all the very best and my love goes out to you and yours. LOVE!!
(lovely festive paintings by Helen Dardik)
xoxox
Amely
(lovely festive paintings by Helen Dardik)
xoxox
Amely
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
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