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    John and I went to Oregon at the end of June 2007. We both competed in the the USAT Nationals - the amateur triathlon national championship - in a small town west of Portland. After the race we drove through some beautiful woodsy mountains to see the Oregon coast. This album has a few pictures before the race, and about a million of John riding a horse on the beach.
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June 30, 2008

Que sera sera

Confession time: You know what I have done with every person I've dated since the second grade?  The AEIOU12345 game.  You know, where you write out each other's names, add up the vowels, cross out duplicates, and uncover the magic number representing your relationship prospects - the lower the number the better!  If the number isn't to your liking, of course, you can try again using middle names or nicknames.

Let's see,

Taster Spoon

Ace Hardware

  A  E  I  O  U

   1  2  3  4  5

+ 4  3  0  2  0

________

  5  5  3  6  5

36!  Not too bad!  Maybe we have a chance after all.

I'm actually not kidding, even as a grownup, when I've had my eye on a guy, I inevitably at some point 'run the numbers' to see whether it's worth a shot.

So you can imagine, I was tickled pink when I came across the online version of the old MASH game.  Something about coming up with the choices (including a few dingers) is as fun as poking through a box of assorted chocolates.  So many possible futures are good, just different flavors of good. 

 
Behold... My Future
  I will marry Ace.  
  After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Bangkok in our fabulous House.  
  We will have 2 kid(s) together.  
  Our family will zoom around in a Pink Electric Vehicle.
  I will spend my days as a Housewife, and live happily ever after.  
 
whats your future
 

Try it out, and let me know your future!  (Don't worry, it doesn't seem to make you sign your friends up or anything.)  I mean, at least you're guaranteed a wild honeymoon.

June 29, 2008

A question for you


So I was commenting over on another site yesterday, and it had one of those spam-catchers like I have here, where you have to type in the random assortment of letters and numbers to prove that you're a real human, with a heart, brains and courage.  Some of them give you real words.  I think the one at Ethicurean is like that, very easy to use.  Some are of the completely unintelligible variety - Wickedly Scarlett's is like that, only particularly bad, because hers is of the random-letter-on-a-smudgy background variety, and my cybertronic eyes can't always make out the difference between i's and r's and t's and l's and the smudges, and sometimes q's look weird, and I have to go through a couple of tries.  I think I have the same one.  Typepad!! (said while shaking fist.)

So I left a note for Tequila Stakes Croquet and the captchkin wanted me to enter SIDS, which I thought was kind of creepy.  Why not SARS, while you're at it?  Or POLIO?  So I superstitiously had to make a new comment just to shake the mojo.

Which made me think of a question for you, the audience.  What would you do, upon buying a new car and registering your vehicle, if the license plate that arrived in the mail was not a completely random letter assortment, but rather said something like

21BUTT

MOIST47

F3TU5

D0U CH3

R3T 4RD

DIA PER

HIV POS

Would you send it back?  Do they even allow you to, without forking over for a vanity plate?  What would you do?

June 27, 2008

Hannah Montana

I've been wanting to go backcountry camping for YEARS (honestly, I just want to play Clan of the Cave Bear - Jondalarrrrrr!) and Ace wants to see a glacier before they all melt. 

So this weekend, Ace and I head to Glacier National Park. 

For me, anticipation is about 80% of the pleasure of any activity.  So, I've been shopping and researching survivalist websites and imagining what I'll do if I meet a bear.  I prepared emergency kits; I broke in my boots (oh - I wore them for a five-mile "run" at Rancho San Antonio Wednesday and worked up some sweet blisters - those turn into callouses, right?).   

The most engrossing part of the preparations for me has been planning our meals.  Although we don't have campgrounds reserved for the entire 6 nights (just 4, I think), I wanted to be entirely self sufficient for the duration.  I'm assuming the main, car-accessible areas of the park sell overpriced nachos and BLTs, but there's always the chance we'll have so much fun in the backcountry that we'll wander over to the area where there aren't even designated campgrounds for the balance of our time.  'Be Prepared' is the Boy Scout Motto, what's the Girl Scout one?

So I used recommendations from nutritionists re how many calories (2000 for me, 3000 for him) and grams of protein (40/day for me, 55/day for him) we should allot for each day as a starting point, and filled in full meals from there, keeping an eye on vitamins, fiber (21 g/day), Calcium, Iron and even Sodium (with abandon!).

I ended up with five breakfasts, four complete lunches, four complete dinners and an extensive assortment of snacks and desserts that will ensure that we hit our targets each day - all without relying on beef jerky, which apparently attracts bears.  (There's plenty of food for a fifth lunch and dinner, plus I'm assuming the first day and last day we'll be buying sandwiches on the road.)

Would you like to see our menu?

A Passage to India (dinner): Bengal Eggplant, Saag Paneer, brown rice, white rice, orange lassi (740 cals, 22 g protein, 5g fiber, 22g fat, 126% C, 62% Iron)

Diner Delight (dinner): Roast beef in brown gravy, mashed potatoes 'loaded' with cheese and bacon, Peach Melba (560 cals, 27 g protein, 6g fiber, 8g fat, 22% C, 36% Iron)

The Inscrutable East (dinner): Miso soup with shiitake mushrooms, agedashi tofu with seaweed, marinated soybeans in whole wheat couscous (560 cals, 32g protein, 10g fiber, 8g fat, 19% C, 16% Iron)

Thanksgiving Groaner (dinner): Chicken breast, garlic mashed potatoes with gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce (800 cals, 29 g protein, 2g fiber, 10g fat, 60% C, 24% Iron)

Fruit & Cheese basket (lunch): Oranges, apple sauce, swiss cheese wedges, herb crackers, V-8 (410 cals, 13 g protein, 3g fiber, 16g fat, 130% C, 2% Iron)

Nut'n Honey! (lunch): Honey peanut butter, honey wheat pretzel fingers, roasted chestnuts, Tang (550 cals, 13 g protein, 6g fiber, 18g fat, 108% C, 16 Iron)

Lesbian Lunch (lunch): bagel chips, hummus, trout fillets, tapioca pudding, V-8 (520 cals, 17 g protein, 6g fiber, 19g fat, 110% C, 4% Iron)

Euro Picnic (lunch): baked Yukon gold and blue potatoes, garlic and herb cheese wedges, Chianti salami, Tang (500 cals, 23 g protein, 6g fiber, 16g fat, 100% C, 4% Iron)

Breakfast # 1: Maple and brown sugar oatmeal with wheat germ and milk, Tang, hot chocolate (400 cals, 14 g protein, 6 g fiber, 4 g fat, 100% C, 60% calcium, 4% Iron)

Breakfast # 2: Cheese omelettes with crackers and jam, Tang, Constant Comment tea (400 cals, 10 g protein, 1 g fiber, 10g fat, 100% C, 4% Iron)

Breakfast #3: Strawberry oatmeal with dehydrated strawberries, wheat germ and milk, Tang, hot chocolate (400 cals, 14 g protein, 8 g fiber, 4 g fat, 130% C, 60% calcium, 4% Iron)

Breakfast #4: Salami omelettes with crackers and jam, Tang, Earl Grey tea (450 cals, 20 g protein, 1g fiber, 20g fat, 100% C, 8% Iron)

Evening treats include s'mores, Nutella, cookies and hot chocolate. 

Snacks are loads of assorted dried fruits and nuts: dragon fruit, peaches, sugared walnuts, raw almonds, you name it.

I divided the 10,000+ calories into individual packets for each meal, with preparation instructions (i.e. "boil 2/3 cup water; add packet # 3; stir"), and piled them onto the dining room table, very pleased with myself.

Then Ace went to REI and came home with freeze dried beef stew and about fifteen Luna and Clif Bars. 

...

It goes without saying that I won't be blogging live next week, but I'll try to springload a couple of random items just for giggles.

June 26, 2008

Summer Sailstice

Ace and I completed our Basic Keelboat course. 

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There's a written and a practical test to get certified.  We both passed our written, both failed the practical.  The great thing about OSCS is that you get to go back for as many refreshers as it takes to pass the practical - for free!  So failure was actually a good thing - an excuse to go sailing that many more times before you're on your own and have to shell out for your own charter.

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So Ace signed up for a refresher Saturday; there was room for only one person.  I figured I'd get informal experience by volunteering when someone on the sailing club bulletin board advertised that they were seeking crew members for a race on Saturday.  I warned that I had minimal experience, but could do what I was told and serve sandwiches.  They took me on.

It was a lovely, hot day.  Every weekend lesson so far has been a study in long underwear, wool sweaters and foul weather gear.  On Saturday, I didn't even change from my shorts to blue jeans.

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Unfortunately, there was also no wind, making the trek to the race start a very slow process.  We saw fellow competitors fire up their engine and pass us by, slowly.  Their skipper laughed at us languishing with sagging sails and shouted, "Need a tow?"

We laughed, but then considered the offer, given the price of gas these days.

The people on the boat who knew what they were doing were quite capable sailors, crossing us over the start line right as the gun shot; hoisting and dropping the spinnaker in seconds.  I proved to be all but useless.  Though I understood my instructions, my experience on a 24-foot training boat just didn't help me here.  On this big, old-fashioned Farallon Clipper, I simply didn't have the strength or even the weight to pull the sheets when instructed, and needed the help of someone bigger, every time.  I know there's a winch and everything, but I simply couldn't wind the winch as quickly as a man could hand-over-hand.

So the experience was a bit demoralizing, and I was frustrated and feeling like deadweight.

But every person was friendly and pretended to be appreciative...and then this week I got this great recap from the guy who'd put the request on the bulletin board.  (Anything to avoid writing a blog post!  Also, it's very salty.)  I'll include some of the few pictures I took - none from the race, we were too busy.  Mostly I was fascinated by going under the new Bay Bridge. (Those of you not from here will remember that the Bay Bridge is the double decker bridge - on the left, below - that collapsed in the Loma Prieta earthquake.)

   Where the Sidewalk Ends

We left the Berkeley Marina around 10 am, headed out the harbor break water and turned left at the first (and only) navigable break in the ruins of the Berkeley pier.
 
Something you can NOT do in an OCSC charter.  But Jack, the owner of Echo, Farallon Clipper #12 has been sailing Echo for more than 15 years now, and has made the passage into the area south of the pier many, many times.
 
Once clear of the pier, John and Evan hauled away at the genoa halyard, and with Linda, Ann, and Robert in the cockpit to grapple with hauling in the sheet, that huge foresail captured the light air and added to its shoulder to heave the sloop southward towards the bay bridge.

Two Bay Bridges
 
Young Evan sang the entire lyrics to “Bad, Bad Leroy Brown” as he and John relaxed on deck and ignored the efforts of the others to navigate through the moored barges and bay bridge construction constriction.

 Under the Bridge
 
Past the bridge, John went below to fall asleep as the wind died and Jack ‘pushed the button’ on the iron sail. 
 
He woke up in heaven.
 
It seems like heaven to me - flat water, warm winds around 8-12 kts, and a large fleet of sailboats dancing around the starting line – and a wonderful group of people to share the experience with.
 
Jack handled the helm, Robert, Ann and Linda the cockpit, Evan the running backstays, and John as lookout, the group got a front row seat to the start of the first division. 
 
Brought to you by the Letter K With a little confusion, Linda attempted to figure out what course flag was flying as Jack judged the start perfectly, crossing the line right on the gun, to windward of the middle of the pack.
 
But a Farallon Clipper is no match for modern racing boats, and we were quickly buried, with the rest of the fleet casting a wind shadow, and we went our own way on port tack.
 
Searching the horizon for the windward mark, we made our way up the middle of the windward leg of the course, staying away from the patch of light air to the northwest.
 
Many, many boats from the previous two divisions are bearing down on us with colorful spinnakers flying.  “Look at the spinnaker with the Skull and Cross Bones!” Wow! the Beneteau 40 ‘White Fang’ was looking good with Geoff Love, one of the Wednesday Night Sailors on board.  Later I learned that they had the same trouble with the course flags and sailed the wrong one.  Catching the finish gun, but having to drop out of the race.
 
Racing to windward on the bay in 12-15 kt winds, in shirtsleeves? (Ann was in shorts!) Unheard of!  But true.  While the rest of the Bay Area sweated, we had a cool, light breeze making the whole thing exceptionally pleasant.

Not last
 
We turned the corner at the windward mark, bore off on a close reach as John and Evan got the spinnaker pole on the mast and up in the air.  Heaving on the halyards, they both got that glorious sail up in short order, and the massive genoa down on the deck.
 
Off we went, following what we thought was the fleet, towards the south east, around a anchored tanker, to what looked like the leeward mark.
 
Robert played the spinnaker like he’d been doing it all his life.  Out with the sheet, let the luff curl, then in with the sheet, over and over and over again.
 
Jack let the pole forward so John could ‘pull the pin’ on the guy, and the spinnaker cracks to leeward to luff its heart out.
 
Jack reminding John that the halyard he just took off the winch is the . . . John’s mistake is a little obvious as he catches himself before being launched into outer space by the main halyard.
 
After that, the takedown went smoothly, John lowering the correct halyard at that point, Ann and Linda gathering the spinnaker in their arms, and shoving its many square feet of cloth into the hatch.
 
Evan and John get the pole down, then hoist the genoa once more.
 
And we are off to the windward mark, as the realization hits that the ‘gate’ marks are over there . . .
 
We are on the wrong course with about a dozen other boats.
 
Jack reminds us that racing is just ‘Sailing with a Purpose’, and we decide to follow the other boats around ‘our’ course, and ignore the ‘Division K’ course, what ever that was.
 
John goes below and packs the spinnaker back in the turtle (it never fits the same way it does on the dock).  Linda goes below to help him keep the edges on the correct side.
 
John’s sweating bullets (from the heat – it was actually HOT below deck) and Linda remarks the canvas bag really does look like a two legged turtle with the head and clews sticking out from the sides as John finished putting the ‘shell’ on it.
 
It was all downhill from there as we swept around the windward mark once again, John gets all the correct halyard(s) this time as the spinnaker goes up, the genoa goes down, and the main stays where it is supposed to be.
 
We find the correct leeward ‘gate’ this time, and take the gun at the finish (we are the first boat in our division to cross the finish line. 
 
After a radio discussion with the committee boat, we determine that we sailed the wrong course as we thought, and disqualify ourselves.
 
The reach back to Berkeley was as delightful as the rest of the day and Robert takes the helm to sail us back through the gap in the pier around 5 pm.  Evan’s not going to be late for his date that evening.
 
We all give him some advice for it.  The crew (with a lot of experience) feels that you don’t ever want to impress your date by doing something for their benefit.  You can only truly find love by being yourself.
 
The surest way is to take them sailing, if they go out on another date, you’ve got it made!
 
We all remark on Ann’s sunburned legs, she’s smiling, not feeling any pain!
 
What a beautiful day!

Jack Ann and Echo

June 24, 2008

Taking Names


Ace and I are going to Glacier National Park in Montana next week, for 6 days of backcountry camping.  I haven't been "real" camping in forever and I am super excited. 

Sigg Kelty backpack A couple weeks ago I bought us some Serious Backpacks and water bottles; this past weekend we filled in with a water filtration system, hiking socks and some safety equipment.  I went through a few online checklists, and most of them mentioned what may be obvious to you: hiking boots.

I had planned to just walk around in sneakers.  But I looked into it, and boots are designed to have good traction, to be waterproof, and to provide structural support for when you're carrying a heavy bag.  They also have a thick, stiff sole, so that your feet don't bend and wilt when you're walking over sharp rocks and branches.  Boots started to seem pretty smart.

But - I'm leaving on Saturday.  If I'm going to wear boots, I had better get them, stat, so I can start breaking them in!  I called Ace at work yesterday to say I was planning to skip Run Club in order to hit REI or the Sports Basement so I could get new boots in time to wear them all week (ingenious!).  He said he was wearing his as we spoke. 

I was sorry to miss Run Club, because I ran the PG&E trail Sunday, and huffed and puffed and walked a lot of it.  I'm not exactly in endurance hiking shape.  I need to find other opportunities to climb hills this week, and Run Club (the Monday route is the Stanford Dish) would have been a good one.  After my excuse for a run Sunday, I resolved to do something every day this week to build up my legs...I knew I'd have at least two opportunities to hit the gym.  My friend Aston responded to my plea of a couple of weeks ago for motivation, and we've now got a standing gym appointment on Tuesday and Thursday mornings.  (I haven't forgotten you cyber-responders, I'm developing an exciting scheme we can do as a group!)  So that's at least two opportunities to beef up. 

Anyway, I went to REI first because it's near my house and time was a factor.  I tried on half a dozen shoes.  The guy in the shoe department was a little harried because there were about four different girls trying on hiking boots.  Hiking boots are a lot more expensive than I expected.  I thought, maybe $80 if they weren't on sale.  Try $180!  But I sucked it up and imagined prorating the cost over ten years and felt better.

I tried on soft ones and hard ones.  Hard seemed more sensible and durable, but because they're hard, they kind of dig into the front of my shin when I'm going uphill - I got a bruise from my stiff snow boot during my family's minimal hiking around in Yosemite at Christmas - that would really put a damper on a five day trip.  The soft ones are more comfortable, but I wondered about "ankle support."  The store guy said that "ankle support" is kind of a myth...the important thing is good traction.  If your footing is sure, that's what will keep you from twisting an ankle or falling over.  So I said, "if ankle support is overrated, why would I get these $180 soft hiking boots?  Why wouldn't I just wear my sneakers?"  He shrugged, and said, "that's what I do."

Nevertheless, I went through almost the entire selection, and was frustrated by many boots that didn't quite both fit and feel secure.  I read the REI flyer on how to select boots (very informative!) and it explained the difference between trail shoes, hiking boots, backpacking boots and mountaineering boots.  There actually are functional distinctions.  The last shoe on the display was this one

Sigg

It looked super serious, almost like a ski boot, and I felt a little embarrassed to ask for them.  They were $199!  They weigh three and a half pounds.  They are, to quote Ace, "ass kicking boots."  The REI guy looked at me out of the corner of his eye and said, carefully, "Are you the person who's preparing for a four mile hike?"   

I said I was going to be backcountry camping in Glacier for a week and he softened.  "Oh!  Then these boots are very appropriate.  I get confused, there are so many people here." 

I tried 'em on - and they were...great!  They had everything I wanted.  They're leather, they're stiff, but they're comfortable - even the tongue is angled so I don't expect any shin bruising.  They even have arch support.  I bought 'em!  Them and an egg carrier.  I also joined REI, so that's like getting $20 off right there (membership also provides an excellent return policy) ...and generally had a great shopping experience.  The lady in front of me in the checkout line was very interested in my camping trip (said I'd love it), as was my checker.

But I got home and re-read the "All About Boots" flyer, and it said that backpacking boots generally require a break-in period...and leather boots in particular are likely to need breaking in.  I panicked - I leave in less than a week!

I decided wearing them to work would be insufficient, so you know what I did? 

I wore them throughout my workout with Aston this morning.  I ran around the track, I wore them on the stair climber, I set the treadmill to an incline of 14 and hiked away, I did lunges and box jumps and deadlifts.  And my boots were comfy the whole way through!  I am really pleased. 

Gi jane

Oh, you know what else I need to remember to pack?  Sports bras

June 20, 2008

Buy American


I know, I know, I've been down for the count.  I'm all business these days, in anticipation of a camping trip starting next weekend.  I'm pretty excited - five days in Glacier National Park.  Supposedly all the campsites are booked up so we're going to wing it.  And I guess they're still snow-blowing some of the car routes through the park, so our options may be further limited.   Also, our only tent is a big car-camping tent so I'm thinking I should walk around this weekend with a 100 lb weight on my back to prepare. 

Other than that, I'm psyched and trying to pick away at the avalanche of work that is flowing in my direction.  (Confirming my theory that the best way to generate work is to plan a vacation that will inevitably overlap with your new deadlines.)

Anyway, I just thought I'd share with you a really positive customer service experience I had today.

I'm trying to get with the nutty-crunchy avoidance of plastics that is so trendy right now.  In fact, in prep for this upcoming trip I bought a stainless steel water bottle and a couple of those really pretty Sigg bottles (so hard to choose!).

And for a while now I have been storing leftovers and packing my lunch in the attractive, freezable, microwaveable pyrex containers from Anchor Hocking.  Sure, they're greenish, but if nothing else, they keep an airtight seal much better than my Servin' Savers, especially with heavy things like soup or fruit.  But after a few years of microwaving and dishwasher-ing, the rubber lids of a few of my containers are warping and cracking.

So I sent an e-mail to Anchor Hocking to that effect.  They don't sell product on their site, but I haven't found anyone who will sell just the lids.  After a couple of years' use, I'm perfectly happy to spring for new lids - so I thought they could source them. 

Instead they e-mailed me back within an hour, to say, among other things:

If you will provide the Zlid19____ information listed on the underside of the covers along with your address (NO PO BOX) we will ship replacement covers with our compliments.

And now they've made me blush!  And may I say, Anchor Hocking, you're looking particularly good yourself!  Have you been working out?

June 13, 2008

Stanford and the City

A handful of girls and a couple of guys got together last night to watch SATC.  I'm not going to give anything away, VU, so you don't have to turn away. This was that rare occasion when I actually see a movie in the theater, while it's still fairly current.  I went, not because I was expecting it to be "big screen worthy," i.e. full of special effects or landscape shots, but because I liked the idea of being caught up in the cultural moment.  I missed the show while it was on TV (behind the curve, also didn't have fancy cable), and caught up largely by borrowing DVDs from the Palo Alto library, that summer two years when I was "on sabbatical."  So I didn't even see the seasons in order, and still have a lot of plot holes.  I also went because I feel like my life here in the Silicon Valley is lacking somewhat in friends of the female persuasion.  So I'm trying to be more friendly with the ladies.

I settled into my seat at the last minute, having climbed over two women of a certain age who were now next to me.  After the lights went down, I heard one of them sniffing and crying over the previews.  And as the title screens came up, I heard a *crinkle, crinkle* and smelled a waft of chocolate.  I looked over to see her cuddling a big bag of chocolate covered pretzels.  I smiled, and was glad to see that I was about to enjoy this cultural moment alongside its precise target audience.  (They gave it two thumbs up.) 

In other news, I've been meaning to start swimming again each day this week, and haven't, because each day I've also intended to introduce myself to a partner who just joined our firm in the hopes of getting work from him.  This is a conflict, because I wanted to make a professional first impression, which in my book means a suit and heels and full face of makeup.  Full makeup, however, makes lunch time swimming impossible, because of the mascara running and so forth.  No way am I bringing remover.  (What's my problem?)  So I've been getting all gussied up, but each time I go by his office, he's never in. 

So today it's Friday, and most of the people at the movie last night knew one another via Stanford Masters swimming (it's how I knew the people I knew), and basically convinced me I really need to get back there.  So I threw up my hands re the new partner, dressed in a firm T-shirt and jeans this morning - and at lunchtime, I went to the pool!  And it was great.

All of the coaches are great, but Tim is my particular favorite, for the simple reason that he starts each practice with a joke.  He has a new joke every day.  Maybe as part of my (still in development) get-fit scheme I should share with you the joke, so that you can keep tabs on whether I attended.

A USC student walks into the library, and says, "I'd like a hamburger please."

The librarian says, "I beg your pardon?"

The USC student says, "I'D LIKE A HAMBURGER PLEASE."

The librarian says, "I'm sorry, but this is a library."

The USC student says, "Oh."  He cups his hands around his mouth, and whispers,

"I'd like a hamburger please."

I laughed.  I always laugh.  He usually gets groans or stony silence, and this time he justified the lack of reaction by saying the joke was ruined by the helicopter going overhead.  I suspect part of the distraction may actually have been the very attractive athlete behind Tim who was removing his Speedo, under the limited coverage of a rather short towel.  The guy in question was obviously unself-conscious; it was pretty clear that he was changing right there mainly so he could hear the joke.

Anyway, it seemed somehow apropros that there was a half naked man decorating my SATC-inspired return to the pool.  For his own part, Tim greeted my return warmly, and said he thought maybe I'd "moved abroad."  Yeah, I get it, it's been awhile.

I didn't bother with makeup afterwards, since it wouldn't do much to combat the deep rings my goggles leave around my eyes for four or five hours, and it seems I forgot to bring a hair brush to the pool, so I'm a wet, tangled, blotchy mess.  Oh, and I forgot deoderant.  On the upside, I finally met that new partner. 

June 12, 2008

Start at Home

I've been on a home beautification kick recently.  Our rental - though it has great square footage, the amenities of a condo complex and some great features (upstairs washer/dryer, fireplace, gas stove) - has some appearance issues. 

It is, to use the correct "design industry" term, fugly.

DSC01678 A big, cracked, putty-colored garage door is the first thing to greet visitors; the entrance way is concrete slabs, dirty stucco walls and a mishmash of stringy attempts to grow vegetables, since it's the sunniest outdoor spot we have.

When you open the door, you see a small foyer area paved with mustard-colored tiles with dark brown grouting.  The downstairs shoebox bathroom shares the same tile, as does the fireplace.  The vinyl-floored kitchen is tiled in grimy "stone" colored tile and the same brown grouting that is powdery white with leftover Comet.  The teensy back "yard" is a horrible sloping patchwork of cracked concrete, crumbling bricks, bark chips and empty, shady spots where nothing wants to grow.

DSC01681 We had dinner at the neighbors, whose house (which they own) is the mirror image of ours, and we were amazed at what a difference a little updating can do.  Theirs is a chic modern home.  Ours is a...well, we do the best we can. 

Part of our problem is our furniture.  Combining two single people's places into a unified home can be a fraught process where the individuals have distinct style preferences.  (Find Your Style is my current favorite show...  Her quiz says I am "ethnic eclectic" - what are you?)  Me: teak/mahogany, Southeast Asian feel (hopefully) without being 'themey', rich colors, drama; Him: oak, Mission style, East Asian accents, neutrals, minimalism. Without knowing what the future holds, each is reluctant to surrender their favorite decor.  Furthermore, we're renting, so that even if we did know what the future held, it seems like a bad idea to purchase anything particularly for this place. 

DSC01679 Another, perhaps more fundamental, problem is the rental aspect.  If I owned this place, I would fix the garage door and the entrance way and the back yard.  I'm actually not necessarily agitating to "update" the entryway or the kitchen or the fireplace - I think this trend of bringing places up to the minute every decade has overtones of needless consumerism - but there are still avenues of celebrating what already exists that are closed to us.

The mustard tile is nothing short of hideous...yet it's hideous and 'dated' looking primarily because it looks slapped onto an otherwise white Renter's Delight.  The management company made us swear we would not touch the newly-installed, brushed-nickel light fixtures.  Those are attractive on their own, but look way worse in the environment than did the more old-fashioned brass that was there before.  If we could paint the walls brown or gold, we could make the tile look intentional...but we can't.  It's hard to know how long we're staying, so the investment of painting the place twice (color, then back to white) in what could be a short period never seems worth it.

Here's the other thing getting under my skin: our rent spikes this month by $150.  Thanks, real estate bubble!  I don't know whether this is the idea of our landlady or her management agency, but I wonder if they're under the misimpression that our place is as well-maintained and updated as our neighbors' place.  I'm going to send a note itemizing the problems (worn carpet, peeling bathtub sealant, etc.), but wonder a little what it's legitimate to negotiate at this point where

1. we're already in the house

2. we always pay rent on time

3. we keep things up as well as they will allow (I've planted loads of landscapery, for instance)

4. the announced new rent may be a little high given the evident age of the unit.

Has any of you negotiated along these lines?  Do we have any leverage?  If I offered to paint the living room, for instance, a color other than white, if I'm confident it will improve the look of the place, could I ask for that to be taken out of our rent?  What about the plants or the patio?  I'd love to make the backyard beautiful, if we could get a rent credit.  All of these things are, otherwise, money down the drain as far as I'm concerned.

In the mean time, I'm limited to moving furniture around and swapping out carpets.  This past weekend I covered our maroon-upholstered dining room chairs (hand-me-downs) in a color more sympathetic to the...mustard. 

Before:

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After:

After

It's crazy easy.  Here's how.

Requirements:

  • Wood chairs with fabric (or no) upholstery.
  • Staple gun! Get one that says high-powered or similar. The easier to shoot the better. Even my heavy-duty, "30% easier to squeeze!" one hurt my little hand.
  • Staples - get a size that says it's for upholstery. If they're too long they look bad, fall out, and only hold your fabric on by the points rather than by the cross bar, so it can overstress and damage your fabric. 5/16" worked for me; 1/2" were too long.
  • Fabric you'd love to see on your chairs! Do look in the "home decor" section for some gorgeous thick fabrics; on sale they can be quite respectable. My fabric was from the special occasion dress department. It was on sale.
  • Optional: foam padding - 1/2 inch thick is adequate, but I wanted more cush for my tush, so I got 1 inch. It was the most expensive part of this operation - $6/yard for 1/2", $12/yard for 1". If you want dramatic tufting, go even thicker.  Because this is so expensive, you can definitely skip adding padding, particularly if there's already some there, or if you have a nice, thick fabric.  I got it both because I wanted a little softness in the derrierre region, and because I thought our satin fabric would lie smoother with some give underneath.
  • Optional: "make to match" buttons, if you want the tufted look. They s/b in the home decor section. See "The button question," below.



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Step 1.  Measure your seats, adding several inches of overage, and noting whether the fabric weave or pattern you've picked requires a certain orientation (may increase your measurements). 

Measuring

Step 2.  Buy the right amount of fabric and any foam and button frames.  Our fabric was on sale for $4 a yard at JoAnn's!   The foam was more like $11 a yard.  :o(  The button frames worked out to more than $1 apiece. 

Step 3.  Take apart your chairs.  Hopefully your chairs will be designed for this.  (But you could probably do your stapling in situ if necessary.)  I discovered that my six chairs were assembled in four different ways.  I suspect my hand-me-down set is itself a motley collection off of Craigslist.  But they were all capable of having their seats unscrewed.  (I discovered also that I am not the first to reupholster them.  There was at least one layer below the maroon one: a bright orange-and-yellow weave!)

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(Note those other holes for later!)

Step 4.  Trace an outline 3-4 inches larger than your seats on your fabric and cut them out (larger if you use particularly thick foam).  Optional: trace and cut your foam - give it an extra centimeter to bend over and soften the chair edges.

Step 5.  The fun part!  Lay your fabric face down,

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the foam (if any) on top,

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and the inverted chair seat on top.  Make sure you've got the right orientation! 

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Stretch the fabric tight over the foam and staple away. 

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Use plenty of staples - they're cheap.   

Recovered chair

(A totally amateur job, but who will see?  Besides the world via the internet, I mean.)

Step 6.  Reassemble your chairs.  Admire! 

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The entire set cost me $20 in fabric, maybe $45 in foam, $20 for the staple gun (reusable) and staples.  The button covers were a lot, $3.50 for each set of three...but I may return them (see "The button question," below).  I think the $70 was worth it, both to the extent it looks nice, and as an educational exercise.  I've also gained a chair, and now have an attractive, uniform dining set for six.  (One of the chairs had its cover completely torn off - it's been living in the garage since I got it - and I was going to give it to Goodwill and seat my sixth guest on a folding chair, until I learned how to do this from HGTV...Design on a Dime made a tufted headboard this way, out of pegboard, foam, fabric and buttons.)   

The button question.  You can create a tufted look with matching fabric covered buttons.  Check out the bottom of your chairs before your start recovering.  They may have big holes drilled through the wood for this very purpose.  If there are not already holes there, you will have to drill your own, so consider this in advance of your covering job.  One, three or four button patterns would all be classic.  Assemble your buttons with fabric scraps and the "make to match" frames.  They're like using a needlepoint hoop.  After the seats are covered, with very strong thread and a thick needle (depends on your fabric and the squishiness of your foam), poke through the back of the chair all the way through to the top and through the button and pull it down tight and secure.

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Button or no button

I love this tufted look, and it was my original plan to do this.  I was going to do one central button per chair.  But I turned the seats over and discovered that, just as the seats assembled via various combinations of screws, the pre-drilled holes were a mish-mash of two, three and four buttonholes.  Also, the buttons themselves work out to about $1.15 a pop, which comes to as much as $4.50 per chair, if I use the suggested patterns.  What do you think, for an extra $27 for the set, should I bother?  

Gorge. 

June 11, 2008

The Adventures of Mr. and Mrs. Spoon in the Magical Land of Oz: the Conclusion

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

I just received this clever map in the mail.

Moms Map of Oz

It is well-circled and annotated.

Dear [Tasterspoon], Here's a brief look at our trip!  Love, Mom

Darwin: The crocs did not disappoint...both fresh and salt water. 

Kakadu National Park: Aboriginal paintings on the rocks at Kakadu Nat'l Park...climbed out on a cliff to watch an amazing sunset (one of many)!  The lookout was called Nawurlandja.

Katherine: Aboriginal children gave me some flowers at Mass on Mother's Day in Katherine.  The priest said a special blessing.

Kununurra: Saw emus

Kimberly: "Small" plane ride over the Kimberly Range.

Halls Creek (circled)

Fitzroy Crossing (circled)

Broome: fun town

Port Hedland: Iron Ore Loading Longest train in the world...30 min.

Exmouth: (circled whale shark) Stopped at Exmouth - site of NASA tracking station - first heard Neil Armstrong's words from the moon.  Dad snorkeled with whale sharks.  Saw a blue whale from the boat.

Ningaloo: (circled dolphin) Dolphins came into the beach to feed at 7 a.m.  Theyve been doing this for 50 years.

Coral Bay (circled)

Carnarvon (circled)

Monkey Mia (circled)

Fremantle: Back to Freemantle - site of 1987's win by Dennis Connor.  Very developed, very busy!

Perth: Site of Memorial Day Celebration in Perth's Botanical Gardens.  Talked to Consul General and thanked everyone for their recognition of all who are serving NOW!

Saved a box for Dad - he's declined comment - sending you photos instead!

Rather.  His summary was thus:

Safely back. Great trip. Ol' Mom and Dad at Pinnacles Natl Park. Thousands of pics of crocodiles.

M and D in Oz

June 10, 2008

You want to take my face...off?

This morning I sat down to one of the creepier desk views of my working career. 

No, not pubes on my Coke.  (I don't drink Coke except on special occasions!) 

I sat down in front of this.

Face Off

We all did.

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Our landlord offered me and my coworkers a CPR training course, and, like the sailing, I feel like it's one of those handy life skills, plus we live in an earthquakey area, so I signed up. 

I have had Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal" in my head for a day and a half.  He came in through the window!  Then he struck you - a crescendo, Annie!  Annie are you okay?  Are you okay?  Annie are you okay?  ARE YOU OKAY, ANNIE?!!

I was really looking forward to busting out my lyrics.  (I love that "crescendo" line.)  So I was pretty disappointed to find that they have done away with Annie, and now it's all about saving Andy. 

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Andy of the oh-so-kissable lips!  (Your lips are mine, all mine, Andy!  You kiss some other girl, you better get new lips!  I'm taking them with me.)

The prophylactic safety measures have certainly broadened since basic CPR was part of my swim lessons at the YMCA twenty-five years ago. 

What a bunch of prisses we've all become.  A spritz of Windex was good enough for me!  Now we get gloves (non latex!), plastic lung bags, mouth guards and our own personal FACES.

The class started out suspiciously simple, with the instructor asking us to suggest indicators of a possible emergency situation. 

"Smoke?" someone said.  Yes, smoke.  Good one.

"How about somebody is choking and can't get words out?"  Yes, that could be a sign of an emergency.

"A crowd?  Like a crowd of people gathered around something?"  Definitely, sure.

We were racking our brains to think of not completely obvious "sights, sounds, and smells" that would indicate an emergency situation, when he posed some back to us.  "How about a car accident?"

Oh.  Well.  Yes, of course. 

"A child at the bottom of the pool?"  Well, sure.

"How about a pencil sticking out of someone's eye?"

But it was a great class, very straightforward, lots of information and lots of hands-on practice.  Three hours seemed like it would be a lot of time for principles I thought were basic, but all of the time was productively filled.  I very much recommend.

I learned some interesting tidbits:

CPR alone has a 5% success rate.  Combined with one of those defibrillators, it has an 80% success rate!  Note: need to speak to office manager re defibrillator.

If you're doing the chest compression properly (2 inches), expect to break some ribs, puncture a lung even.  Don't be too dainty.  Broken bones heal, but they have to be alive first.

You only use about 5% of the oxygen you inhale (about 20% of the atmosphere).  Thus your exhalation is about 15% oxygen, and there is still plenty for the victim.  (I recognize I haven't expressed that mathematically correctly, but you get the gist.)

That news article that was going around the internet, about how you should not bother with the breathing but focus on the chest compressions, was aimed at people who wouldn't help at all because of squeamishness.  Doing just the chest compressions is better than standing there like Goofus.

The clarification to that was: if you see someone collapse right in front of you, they've still probably got air in their lungs, so doing the chest compressions serves to circulate what's there to the organs and brain.  After a couple minutes if no help has arrived you should give it up with the mouth-to-mouth.

If you find someone collapsed, you don't know how long they've been there, so you should go through the entire CPR drill.

Good Samaritan laws generally protect from litigation people who step in to help, so long as they act in good faith, aren't negligent, and stay at the scene until better-qualified help arrives - so don't let fear of lawsuit dissuade you from doing the right thing.

Women's heart attack symptoms are totally vague.

These tidbits are obviously not meant to substitute for getting properly trained - if it's been a long time, like it was with me, I think it would be a great idea to go get certified.   

Really, I had only one complaint. 

You had to take your Face/Off. 

And then give it back.