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Thursday, March 31

ramos gin fizz

I am desperate for the weather to be good enough--not great, just good enough--for me to drink this on the front porch. Fingers crossed.


Ramos Gin Fizz (recipe from Martha Stewart)


Ingredients
1 ounce gin
  • 3 dashes fresh lime juice
  • 3 dashes lemon juice
  • 3 dashes orangeflower water
  • 2 teaspoons superfine sugar
  • 1 large egg white
  • 1/4 cup light cream (or half-and-half)
  • 1/4 cup seltzer
  • Ground cinnamon, optional (for garnish)

Directions
1. In a cocktail shaker filled with ice, combine gin, lime juice, lemon juice, orangeflower water, sugar, egg white, and light cream (or half-and-half). Shake vigorously, and pour into a cocktail glass. Top drink with seltzer, and garnish with ground cinnamon if desired; serve immediately.

  1. (image via ny times)

To all the spring breaks of years past

Wednesday, March 30

21km and Type 1: IBT Syndrome

So, after some online searching/freaking out this afternoon, my "brucked up knee" finally has an official name: iliotibial band syndrome. Even without a doctor's assessment, this is most definitely what I have. Here are some clues:


  • pain isn't present until halfway through a run, often during an incline (YES)
  • pain is only evident on the outside of the knee (YES)
  • pain may be caused by worn-out running shoes (I've been meaning to get to The Running Room for the past year...I've just been busy, you know?)
  • pain is capable of bringing runner to their knees (UM, YES)


So ITB is what I have. Most of the information I've read pegs recovery time between 4 and 6 weeks, if caught early and treated effectively-- although one site did encourage me, desperate web searcher that I am, to give up running forever. 


I'm hoping that's not my only option. I'll need to increase my stretching over the next few days, stockpile Motrin and ice packs, and, yes, probably buy some new shoes. I'm thinking a trip to a physiotherapist might be in order too, but I'll need to coax myself into that one: I'm a firm believer in fixing things myself. I'd fix this thing myself if I could. I'm starting to realize that I can't.

My progress at this half-marathon training is worse than stalled at the moment-- I'm going backward.

Tuesday, March 29

CBC Literary Awards

Major kudos are in order for Meghan Adams, a former UWO creative writing classmate of mine who just won first place in the short story category at the CBC Literary Awards. This is a big coup, and well deserved.

Wednesday, March 23

Late Night Ottoman Upholstery

In second year university, my aunt foisted some furniture on me: an old pale pink corduroy wingback chair and matching ottoman from 1980s Sears. They were super ugly; still are. The wingback at least is in good shape, but the ottoman hasn't held up so well. It's barely survived countless house parties, spills, feet, crosswords and cats. Note the historical evidence below:
                                           
                                                                            

I've been wanting to recover the ottoman for a while. I bought a yard at Designer Fabrics, borrowed a staple gun from my mom, referenced a tutorial from Remodelaholic.com, and set to work at 10pm on a Friday night.  Please ignore any tall boys or glasses of red wine that may have crept into the backgrounds of these photos. 



Before shot. The ottoman in all of its filthy, Febrezed glory.

I removed the wooden legs first, only to discover that they WEREN'T WOOD AT ALL. You duped me, Sears.


Next, I made buttons using leftover scraps and a button kit. 


Don't do what I did: use a too-heavy fabric for the buttons, render the plastic button kit useless and end up hammering them together until a neighbour starts banging on the walls to shut you up.


Next, I measured and marked the locations for my buttons. This is where things got tricky. My ottoman is basically a hollow wooden box, and I decided to leave the existing fabric and padding in place-- not ideal conditions for button tufting. Devan drilled holes through both the top and bottom of the ottoman. 

Don't do what we did: forget to recharge your drill before using it. 


I centered the fabric, pulled it taut and stapled it to the bottom of the ottoman. I did the sides before tackling the corners; those I folded up, creating a double fold which I then straightened out (hard to explain). Don't do what I did: try to make it up as you go along. 


Somebody's pleased.

I couldn't find any long upholstery needles, so I made do with what I had on hand; a regular sewing needle taped to a barbecue skewer (really). I had to poke the "needle" through the new fabric, the old fabric, and the old padding before I could even hit the first hole in the wood. It took at least thirty minutes to get the first button tufted, but it was doable!


Don't do what I did: expect to tuft six buttons, when it's clear that you'll be giving up after number four.


The finished product!




Digby still likes it. 

21km and Type 1: Icy Hot

Last week, after deciding to do some hill work in Baby Point-- or "Babbee Point", as Sandra Rinomato calls it on Property Virgins-- one of the muscles in my knee decided to give up on me. It's a been a week of Tiger Balm, frozen peas and Icy Hot patches ever since, and this pulled muscle doesn't seem to be getting any better. I'm going to take another week of RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation) and see how I'm feeling then.


In the meantime, here's an interview with Nat Strand, a fellow type 1 diabetic (and doctor!) who won The Amazing Race last season. I used to watch that show and think, "there's no way they'd let a diabetic on this show." It's the same thing I think about every reality show-- no way, not me. And yet! She WON.




From the dLife blog:

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think the cameras only showed you testing once throughout the whole race. I'm sure there was a lot that we didn't see. I was hoping you might be able to describe for us what the cameras didn't show us. Did diabetes behave during the race or did you have some challenging moments you might be able to share with us?
  
Does diabetes ever behave? Oh yeah, there were lots of challenges. During the race I had to carry all of my supplies all of the time. The show's staff wouldn't hold on to any of it. So, that meant issues like trying to keep insulin cold in Ghana. Some of the things the camera didn't show were things like taking my pump off before going into water and then putting back on. Also, lots of blood sugar testing (about 10-12 per day). I had a couple of severe lows during the race. In the craziness of the competition, I went a long time without eating at one point in Hong Kong and started acting funny and feeling very low. I had a continuous glucose monitor, but with blood sugars so up and down, it really wasn't very accurate.

The Amazing Race appears to be insanely stressful. Did you find that the stress of the race affected your blood sugar?
  
Definitely. It was very stressful. We were doing crazy things that got my adrenalin pumping. Stress from being in last place; stress from the heat; stress from fatigue ... it all affected my blood sugar. I tried to tweak with insulin a bit but chose to be a little on the high side. It was safer than going low.
  
Was there ever a moment during the race when you were cursing diabetes? When you thought, "Oh no! This blood sugar check or this bolus of insulin might cost us first place or could cost us the race?"
  
In real life, yes. But not in the race. We were in three time zones in five days. I wasn't expecting to have great blood sugars. I tried to keep expectations realistic.

A frantic race around the world is quite a unique experience for anyone, let alone someone with type 1 diabetes. I'm just curious what sort of planning and preparation was involved for this race.

My endocrinologist and my medical team worked together to help me prepare for the race. My teammate Kat and I each carried a backpack with more than a month's worth of supplies - just in case one of us misplaced one of our bags. I also had letters written in every possible language I could think of to present at the airports which explained that I had type 1 diabetes and why I needed insulin and syringes, etc.
  
In the diabetes blogosphere we talk a lot about diabetes misconceptions and myths that can sometimes be very frustrating. Did you find any of that while on the race with the other contestants? Did anyone seemingly know what you are going through because they have a cat with diabetes? Did diabetes come up much with the other contestants?
  
Ha! Funny you say that. I definitely experienced some of that from the other contestants. They say, "you have a pump, right?" acting as if everything is OK if you have a pump. There's a misconception that the pump is just like an external pancreas. They underestimate how hard diabetes is to manage. And yes, there was something about someone's uncle who had diabetes. Very frustrating.

We watched you eat some unusual raw sea creatures while somewhere in Asia. Racing through different countries and cultures at such a pace must have been difficult when one must count carbs as diabetics do. Did you always know how many carbs you were eating or was there a lot of guessing? Did foods from a particular region give you the most trouble?
  
I like sashimi, so I didn't mind that task. It was very hard to count carbs during the race. When you have no control of your own food, it's a challenge. There were definitely some foods along the way where I was like, "I have no idea how many carbs are in this."

You mentioned that you wear an insulin pump and a continuous glucose monitor. Would you still have been as successful in the race had you not been relying on this diabetes management technology?
  
I still think it would be doable. The continuous glucose monitor was really not so helpful. It's really all about frequent testing and the use of short-acting insulin. It would have been impossible to do the race on NPH (long acting insulin). LOTS of test strips.
  
Did you leave a trail of test strips all over the world? I'm constantly finding used test strips in my car, in my shoes ... everywhere!
  
Ha! I love that you just said that! I am sure I left a trail of test strips around the world. There's a goat somewhere in Oman choking on a test strip.

Tuesday, March 22

West Elm Summer 2011

I am a sucker for the wares at West Elm. It doesn't help that their prices are reasonable, their colours are bright, their designer collaborations are unexpected, or that their only Canadian outpost (so far) is located in Liberty Village, just a short, pleasant, Parkdale streetcar ride away from my apartment. It's a perfect storm of retail stimulation.

The Summer 2011 catalogue just came out, and it decided it would be fun to read my mind:


Look! A bright yellow architectural pillow. Exactly what I was looking for a month ago, right before I got desperate and was forced to take matters (fabric) into my own hands. My pillow covers are still in the process of being cut out and sewn together, but West Elm's can be had easy for $34 USD.





Monday, March 21

food and bargains: better together

I saw an ad for this in Toronto Life, and even though I don't trust Telus as far as I can throw my BlackBerry (not far), it seems like a great deal. Anyone else down for some free Cuban coffee creme brulee at Delux or potato and leek salad at Woodlot? I'd kill for their cabbage rolls right now. I'd kill my cell phone for those cabbage rolls right now.


Taste of Tuesday: April 5 - April 12 - April 19 - April 25. To celebrate the launch of our Clear and Simple Device upgrade program, TELUS is pleased 
to transform your dining experience any Tuesday in April at these select restaurants.* So indulge your palette and have your entrée upgraded to a 3-course dinner with a free appetizer and dessert, compliments of TELUS. Bon appétit. *Reservations recommended.

Friday, March 18

lusting

On a day like today--a day where I'm nursing a sprained muscle in my knee and reek of Tiger Balm and have next to nothing to do at work but can't even walk away from my desk because of the pain--these were so needed. Self portraits of Alex (of Oli & Alex) recreating romance novel covers. Me love.


Thursday, March 17

21 Kilometres and Type 1 Diabetes: An Introduction

Two of the most important parts of my life (running and diabetes) don't mesh together well.

I started running when I was 12--holy shit, have I actually been running for more than half my life?--and the diabetes came later, at 18, barely a week out of high school. As a teenager I ran recklessly: on a totally empty stomach, at nighttime alone, through woods, carrying nothing but keys. After my Type 1 diagnosis, I was forced to smarten up. No longer could I expect to train with a team or go all out at races; the risk of developing a low blood sugar was just too high. I conceded to bringing along a pack loaded with glucose tablets and testing equipment whenever I ventured out.

At 23 I switched over to an insulin pump. My endocrinologist and diabetes nurse assured me that it would be easier to exercise with a pump; I'd be "almost normal", they said. They forgot to mention that it would take my body almost 6 months to adjust to the device, or that I'd be fine-tuning my insulin levels through trial and error. The errors, it turned out, were plenty: since starting the pump, my blood sugar has bottomed out at least 10 times while running. Each time I thought I was close to dying. Running is not supposed to feel like death. One part of my life is not supposed to kill another part.

I've kept it up, though. I've increased my mileage and run on my own schedule and cut down on the excuses. I've attempted to train for at least three half marathons, and yet I haven't run a single one to date. This is where things change. Here, at 25, I'm finally going to force my diabetes and my running to get along.

Today I registered for the Half at the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon. October 16th it is. I'll be documenting my training here, with a focus on diabetes and health.

course map

It's true that a half-marathon isn't much. It's barely longer than my standard long runs, and this particular race is still seven months away. Sure, one day I'll be able to say "I have Type 1 diabetes and I just ran a full marathon", but for now this goal is big enough. I'm not training to finish; I'm not a contestant on The Biggest Loser, this isn't merely about fitness for me. I'm training to get a solid time (under 2:00:00), to validate all the years I've been pounding pavement, and to reconcile these two disparate parts of myself. 

I mean, how many serious diabetic runners are there? It's time to break some ground. 


Wednesday, March 16

tard love

From Bachelor creator Mike Fleiss' interview with Entertainment Weekly:


Will we ever see a bachelor or a bachelorette who is not white? "I think Ashley is 1/16thCherokee Indian, but I cannot confirm. But that is my suspicion! We really tried, but sometimes we feel guilty of tokenism. Oh, we have to wedge African-American chicks in there! We always want to cast for ethnic diversity, it’s just that for whatever reason, they don’t come forward. I wish they would."
You just finished your 15th edition of The Bachelor. What’s it feel like to survive for so long? "There have been so many Bachelor rip-offs. We tell better stories, we cast more relatable people, and we’ve survived when others fell by the wayside. I’m so proud of that. I’m glad we have this big territory. The romance space is ours. We did 20 million viewers on Monday and have another cover of People magazine, despite the fact there is some really important stuff going on [in the world]. There’s a degree of absurdity to that. But I think our ratings are way higher. People watch this show in groups. We know virtually every college campus has a Bachelor screening party. We average good, solid ratings but the number of magazine covers we get sort of tells us a different story. You’d be hard pressed to find people in the country who didn’t know what happened on Monday. For a show to be on 10 years, it’s a miracle!"

Shit man. This guy is the Nicholas Sparks of reality TV: he fancies himself a legend, a pioneer, when in reality (haha) he's just pumping out two hours of manipulative fluff every week. The Bachelor franchise is a miracle? These are real miracles, Mike: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/03/15/japan-earthquake-2011-sur_n_836196.html#s253897. Get your head on straight. 

Tuesday, March 15

royal wedding fever/ royal wedding diarrhea

Don't get me wrong: I am more excited about the upcoming royal wedding than I care to admit in public (I am already planning my April 29th 5am solo breakfast viewing party, complete with eggs benny and Union Jack decorations) but this Lifetime movie is really taking it too far. On British TV you always get to see real people, and it's so refreshing: real bad clothes, real bad teeth, real accents. In the States, there's just the standard brunette and blonde.


I mean, really? That could be any upper-middle-class Caucasian couple walking around the UWO campus. And this is even worse: 

Oooh, I wonder which is which? Congrats on making another Lifetime movie, Lifetime. I will not be getting up  at 5am to watch you any time soon. 

(via 1,2)

Monday, March 14

here's hoping

Now, more than ever, I need daylight savings time. This winter was the first that saw me work a 9 to 5 job, and it definitely won't be the last. Every day I emerged from the subway to darkness, ran on sidewalks so black I couldn't even see the ice covering them, and mostly holed up with the heat on. I have been counting down the days, desperate for the time change since January. Now we're here--the bitch has sprung forward--and my world is finally filled with hopeful things. Like sunlight during Jeopardy! Like brown grass that'll soon be green but hell at least it isn't white. Like produce that doesn't come out of a bag in the freezer. And like these, too:


This sandwich. We're still in the process of picking dates/flights/hotels, but a weekend trip to Halifax is definitely happening this year. I haven't been back to the city once since I left it, back in April of '05, so this visit is a long time coming. Will it look the way I remember it looking? Will it feel the same? Will we buy the poor man's lobster roll pictured above? At least one of those answers is a for sure thing. (image via)





These shoes. Real Swedish Hasbeens might be out of my (skinny) budget at the moment, but I'm hoping the upcoming H&M collaboration will fill that gap in my closet. It doesn't hurt that I work just two minutes away from a store and am more than prepared to take a extra-long coffee break just to elbow for a pair. See you on April 20th, shoes. (image via popbee)




This fact: it really warms my heart to know that at one time there was both a Maude Ave. and a Harold Ave. in my current neighbourhood. Love is real, and I have the map to prove it. (via junctiontriangle.ca)




This movie. I once watched it on channel 12 with no subtitles just because it's so hard to look away. It's the saddest, sweetest, most colorful French musical you could ever imagine--I love it, and I hate musicals. 


Trench coats and Catherine Deneuve and candy colors and, yes, a lot of umbrellas. There's more than enough  lovely things to cut through all the sadness. (via 1,2,3)






This song. A classic. 3 minutes and 21 seconds of spring-- it's enough, I'll take it.

Friday, March 11

young canadian love

File this under "Things Only Other Canadians Will Care About". Actually, just stuff it in "Things Only I Will Care About".

I was under the impression that Jay Baruchel was a total weirdo: a Montreal-based, Canucks-loving pothead who once bought an extra apartment for the sole purpose of housing his cats. It turns out that he's as normal as the rest of us: he's engaged to itty bitty Alison Pill! This is almost too cute for me to take. It's a bright spot in an otherwise miserable day. So thanks for that, Baruchel.

Steven Karp, you done good!

Wednesday, March 9

Hunting For: British Toffee Tins

I like to have a list of items on my radar whenever I go antiquing or thrifting, partly for the thrill of the find, mostly so I don't lose my shit in a room stuffed floor to ceiling with dusty, sticky knickknacks. For the past few months I've been searching for antique swim locker baskets with no luck--until Devan ordered me some online as a birthday present (that boy listens well).

Right now I'm on the lookout for old, bizarre toffee tins from Britain. Like these:


What is that, a llama? Why?


These remind me of "It's A Small World", in the most terrifying way. Stop dancing! You're freaking me out.


The Scottish Unicorn hates the English Lion. Fact. Put them in the same room together and there'll be a murder or two.


Sexy bathing suit martini time. 


Oh my god that one on the left oh my god oh my god! Devan, get on it.

source: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

way cool?

I have a soft spot for Clarissa Explains It All, as I have for all the mid-90s Nickelodeon shows I used to watch at my grandparent's place in Florida on March Breaks. Clarissa Darling was infinitely more likable than Sabrina Spellman-- she was bratty, sneaky, smart, opinionated, and brash. The show ended in 1994, but apparently a pilot for a spin-off was shot (!!!)...

...and it sucks. Clarissa Now lacks everything good, funny, and neon about the original show, so it's no surprise that every station passed and it's been languishing in a black plastic VHS case ever since. What irks me even more is that Clarissa, like every "independent" teenaged female character to follow in her wake, dreams of being a journalist. I, too, grew up wanting to be a journalist, and now I know who to blame for planting that seed of ambition in my head: the teen girls of TV. Caitlin Ryan. Harriet the Spy. Rory Gilmore. Sabrina Spellman, again. I had to go all the way to first year journalism at King's College in Halifax, all the way to age 19, before I realized that I was better at making up stories than telling truths.

It 's just too damn easy to make your young heroine a journalist--and, in this day and age, when newspapers are shuttering down and MJ degrees are suddenly as worthless as my MFA, it also seems inappropriate. Clarissa Darling might've had a shot at success back in 1995, but she'd be languishing in the publishing world today. She'd probably be writing a blog instead.


Thursday, March 3

Fake Gardens

I made a few resolutions at the start of this year: the same massive ones I make every year and inevitably fail at (control my diabetes better, run more road races, start budgeting), but also a new dumb goal (have more flowers in my apartment). The first three are off to an okay start; it's that last one that's sucking miserably.

My flower resolution hasn't gone well so far, mostly due to winter, but most-mostly due to me. The thought of carrying a plant home in mittened hands just seems cruel, and I already killed my Ikea succulents with too much love/water. I have a whole fleet of thrifted milk glass vases waiting to be filled with posies from Coriander Girl but they have to wait a little longer. In the meantime I'll be making these wool flowers (as seen in Sweet Paul) and tossing them all over my apartment. These were featured in the kid's issue, but I have the crafting tendencies of an 8-year-old so that's alright. I'm so sorry, Devan, in advance--our place is about to look even more like Martha Stewart's shitter.

Tuesday, March 1

Sea Spray

I had to go all the way to an Ulta in Winter Park, Florida to get my hands on Anchors Away, the new China Glaze spring collection, but it was worth it. I picked up a few bottles, but I've already fallen hardest for Sea Spray. It's blue but not baby, creamy but not flat, unassuming but not boring. It also sparkles just slightly in the sun, which made for lovely nails down in the orange state but doesn't translate so well under Ontario's drawn-out winter skies. No matter: I'm probably going to be wearing this shade every day until spring finally hits. Consider this my nail polish protest.



image via @ChinaGlaze