Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Keep It Clean

We humans make things really dirty. One might even say that our biggest contribution to the earth is grime. That being said, some see a reason to play in that dirt. Fast Company just did a wonderful story on Paul Curtis aka Moose, and how he transforms dirty tunnels and walls in to art, using just stencils, water, and brushes.

His art is full of looping, organic forms all set with a backdrop of dirt and grime.

The most powerful image from the article for me, however, was not the photos (although they are wonderful) but the thought that in only a few weeks, the art would be reclaimed by grime and no longer visible.

What a waste.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Be Blatant

Yesterday I attended the Northwest Environmental Business Council's Climate Change: Positioning Your Business conference in Portland, OR. Simply put, it was wonderful. But the high point was attending The ROI of Carbon Management session put on by Virinder Singh of Hat Trick Energy & Environmental Consulting, Sanjay Kapoor of s2 (S squared) Sustainability Consulting, Brad Ouderkirk of Ecos Consulting, Alan Zelenka of Kennedy/Jenks Consultants, and Kevin Wilhelm of Sustainable Business Consulting, and author of Return on Sustainability.

While it was certainly informative and fascinating, I got the biggest kick when they described what they do. Because, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT TO BE DOING. I was so excited, I found myself almost tipping over the table I was sitting at. I wanted to ask them the best way to get noticed by a firm such as theirs (in the current climate) but I felt it was off topic.

But don't worry I have a plan.

Until then, let me take the time to be as blatant as possible.

I want to work at a sustainability consulting/eco-efficiency firm in the Pacific Northwest area. I want to help businesses save money, energy and time by helping them with GHG/Efficiency audits, strategic planning and reporting.

And if I don't get hired soon, I may start creating fictional companies, just so I can run audits on them. Yes, I am that obsessed with efficiency.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Be Consistent

I would say I've had very good luck with the Chiropractor. Everything she has done has helped, and on her insistence of an x-ray, we learned how close I am to being able to star in a Carnival Freak Show!

My only problem is with one of the exam rooms. Exam room #2 to be exact. The room itself is fine. Not enormous, but big enough for both of us. The problem is the wall. Someone very thoughtfully painted some inspiring words on the wall.




Yep, that's right, STRENGTH, not STRENGTHEN and it drives me crazy. I haven't spoken up yet because I'm afraid the doctor will think I'm more of a nut that she probably already thinks I am.

But one of these days I may just smuggle in a paintbrush and some paint and fix it.

Monday, September 21, 2009


So I've adjusted pretty well to the news that I have an extra lumbar vertebra. (It's been almost 68 minutes.) I'm zipping back and forth between thinking that Mother Nature is a tricky lady, and composing new slogans for bumper stickers/t-shirts:

My spine can kick your spine's butt!

My backbone is better than your backbone and I've got the X-ray to prove it.

My brother asked me how I was feeling, I told him that it felt like a rug had been whipped out from under me (again). But that it made a lot of sense and that I was happy to know what has been going on all these years.

Sometimes I think that evolution is neat and that the human body is amazing. But sometimes I think that Mother Nature gave me an extra back bone on purpose. That somehow she knew I would be a tender soul and that I would need the extra support.

Either way, there is still no way in hell I am ever going to see the Body Worlds exhibit.

(Although I do expect them to call any day now. I'm sure they don't have a Type 1 Diabetic with an extra lumbar vertebra yet!)

Friday, September 18, 2009

Get To the Root of the Problem

"Alrighty, let's look at these X-Rays" my lovely chiropractor says. "Hmmm, that's weird. Have you ever broken your back?"

"No," I said, "I'm pretty sure I would have remembered that."

"Ok, but something here isn't quite right." She pulled off the x-ray and popped up another. "Oh, I see, you have an extra lumbar vertebra. It's rare, but it certainly happens."

Whhhhhhhhaaaaaaa? I thought to myself, swallowing hard. "An extra what?" I squeaked.

"Let's get some better X-rays done of you, but I'm pretty sure you have an extra lumbar vertebra."

And in my shocked, scared (and trying so hard to hide it) classic Lia way I then said, "I hope this doesn't mean you are going to start charging me more. You know, since I have more bones than everyone else." And she laughed. (Which helped me keep from crying in front of her.)

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Make Concessions

In a social situation, when someone learns that I am diabetic, the first words out of their mouth are usually, "Are you supposed to eat that?"

Don't do that. It's not helpful and it just makes me want to punch you in the solar plexus.

All diabetics (Type 1, Type 2, Type 1.5, Gestational) can eat any kind of food they want. The trick is to know how many carbohydrates are in what you are eating, and to plan your insulin accordingly. HOWEVER, there are certain foods that frankly, will screw you and your blood sugar up for hours. Two of these include pizza and baked goods.

Pizza, with its evil, cheesy, crusty, goodness can make your blood sugar drop initially (the fat keeps the carbohydrates from being absorbed) and then shoot your blood sugars sky high for hours afterwards. It's so tricky to deal with, insulin pumps have a special setting called extended bolus, square wave bolus, etc., just to try and master it. (But we all just call it the pizza bolus.)

I don't eat dessert regularly, but when I'm at a friend's for dinner, and they've made a lovely dessert, I usually want to have some. Because I haven't a clue about the carbohydrate amount, the initial yumminess is usually followed by hours and hours of nutty blood sugars (that often keep me up all night long). So the last time this happened, I decided I'd had enough.

No more dessert at night.

(I'll just take it home and have it during the day.)

I was going to swear off pizza altogether, but then my lovely husband pointed out that if I only had pizza at lunch (and did a better job of carbohydrate counting), I'd have all day to manage the blood sugars.

So, like I said, diabetics can eat whatever they want. But it's smart to eat it at the right time.