Friday, May 30, 2008

Branded

via Torontoist by Cate Simpson on 5/29/08

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How many brands does it take to get you through the day? Jane, a pseudonymous Torontonian ad executive, sought to discover just that. She posted the results on her blog, Dear Jane Sample, in what Ad Broad later dubbed a "Brand Timeline Portrait."

It turns out that "portrait" is a surprisingly accurate description of what she ended up with. From Jane's Brand Timeline Portrait, we discover that Jane is a woman who flosses, who has a cat, who turns on her TV before she leaves for work in the morning. Jane is a woman who lives in Toronto and takes public transit to work, who drinks beer on a Friday night before going home, smoking up and getting down. There's been some debate in the comments thread of her post over whether the LG logo followed by several Durexes indicates that she used her phone to make a booty call soon after 10 p.m. Fortunately, the BTP still leaves some details to the imagination.

In the manner of those LiveJournal memes nobody can resist filling out (the ones that ask you what you had for breakfast and what you keep on your nightstand), the Brand Timeline Portrait has spread all over the internet. "I knew it would be a good blog post, but nothing prepared me for it going viral," Jane told Torontoist. "I love how something so simple can cross the language barriers, and it has really started some interesting discussions around brands."

As an advertising account executive, Jane was perhaps predictably untroubled by the implications of her day in brands. "As a marketer, it just shows that these brands have done a good job of marketing themselves." In this way, the Brand Timeline Portrait is a kind of confessional. You can pretend that you're beyond the pull of advertising, but there it is in full colour: every big corporation you've allowed into your life and your daily routines. And it's hard to resist the appeal to put it all out in the open.

If, like us, you're going to run off and assemble your Brand Timeline Portrait right this instant, here are Jane's simple instructions: 1. Go to Google Image; 2. Type in brandname+logo; 3. Capture, resize (if you don't have any imaging software, you can use this site instead), and save.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Well Past Time

Street food is in the news again, and it's annoying. It's annoying because it has been so bungled up and delayed that it has invited the ridicule and scorn from the usual shrill and right-wing-populist corners of the city (making it far too easy for them), and lives up to whatever Soviet-style imagery they want to evoke. It's more annoying because we find ourselves agreeing with these folks. Back in February, Dylan Reid had the following to say here on Spacing Toronto:

It's not often I find myself in complete agreement with Denzil Minnan-Wong, but the way city council has managed to unnecessarily complicate what should have been a slam-dunk, the expansion of Toronto's street food beyond sausages, has put me in that unusual position.

I have long felt, like I'm sure most of our readers, that a diverse city like Toronto should have far more food available on the street than sausages (even if there are several kinds). So I was strongly supportive when councillor John Filion started a campaign last year to loosen the provincial regulations and enable a wider variety of food to be sold from stalls in Toronto.

It doesn't seem that it should be complicated. The province loosened the regulations last year, so all Toronto needed to do was to start licensing carts that sold stuff other than sausages. People in Toronto have been thinking about how this might be done for years, and given the wide range of cultures and inventiveness of our citizens, no doubt Torontonians would have come up with a wide variety of interesting proposals.

In the Star yesterday the Preston-Manning-of-Toronto-Danforth, Case Ootes, complains that "we have to micromanage everything," and for once, we agree. Today, Royson James does not look this gift horse in the mouth, and lays into the folly:

What a great idea. Why is the city bent on messing it up?

Councillor John Filion should be commended for trying to add spice and variety to Toronto's street food fare. Put a little jerk in the chicken, add some bite to the dog, and toss in some salads for the vegans and crepes for the sophisticates.But oh, how they've wrapped and trapped the spring rolls in red tape and bureaucracy at city hall.

You'd have thought this to be a simple matter: Change provincial laws that prohibit the sale of anything but pre-cooked meat; establish testing and inspections; announce the new regime; watch enterprising vendors enter the marketplace. And Torontonians are smiling in their samosas and crying in their hot curry.

But no, too easy. The meddlers had to engineer it into delay and confusion. First, the city wanted to borrow $700,000 to buy 35 carts and lease them out for $450 a month. Why not just set the cart standards and leave it to the private sector to provide and sell? Because the city wants to block "conglomerates" from taking over this new venture.

The solution is easy. Forget about this centralized cart-leasing scheme. Issue permits to individual human beings, and then let them decided what kind of cart they will use. Establish some general cart guidelines, but that's it ("no towering neon signs," that sort of thing). Maybe some of them will tap into Toronto's vast design talent and get a unique, locally built cart. Then let them serve whatever they want. Then send around Toronto's great food inspectors, who enforce some of the world's toughest food hygiene laws, and see if they're up to code, just like we do with restaurants in this city. If they're clean, they would have lineups of austerity-weary customers immediately.

There would be no delay in getting new kinds of food on the street because the creative entrepreneurial spirit in Toronto can move at the speed of light — all that creative city stuff we keep hearing about — but only if we let it happen. Toronto would be better off if the bureaucracy simply made sure it was done right, just by enforcing rules already in place, and meddling no further.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Wild Toronto: Chimney Swift

via Torontoist by Rosemary Mosco on 5/22/08

Wild Toronto is a bi-weekly comic strip about the animals and plants that make a living in our city. Rosemary Mosco makes the comics, and would love to hear your suggestions (in the comments!) on wildlife to be profiled.

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Yup, it's a big box, all right

Coming to Leslieville

via Posted Toronto by Peter Kuitenbrouwer on 5/22/08

Smart!Centres, based in Vaughan, is Canada's busiest retail developer; its "big-box" shopping malls have become commonplace on the outskirts of most Canadian cities. The company has run into opposition in Leslieville of late with its plan for a 700,000 square-foot project, with parking for on Eastern Avenue. The city turned them down, and the company's appeal to the Ontario Municipal Board began on Wednesday.
As part of its intense lobbying efforts to win support for its plan, Smart!Centres has bought advertising in many local newspapers showing sketches of its proposed Eastern project, with three-storey red brick buildings and pedestrians and cyclists out front. The company introduced those sketches during its opening statement at the hearing yesterday. The other day, Tom Smith, the company's vice-president of development, argued in the National Post that, "Smart!Centres has done a lot of traditional greenfield 905 big box retail. We are changing the company from within."
But, should the company win its appeal at the OMB, will the project it builds reflect its sketches? The office of Councillor Paula Fletcher (Toronto-Danforth) the other day forwarded a sketch Smart!Centres produced for a project, including a Wal-Mart, at Bathurst and Centre streets in its very own Vaughan, along with a photograph of what actually got built. Absent, in the mostly finished project, are the cobblestones walkways, grass, plazas in front of the stores, lamp posts, and awnings from the sketches. There are a few spindly trees. Councillor Paula Fletcher comments, "The pedestrian features seem to have been lost from the concept drawings to the real thing." Brendan O'Callaghan, the lawyer leading the city's fight at the OMB, says that the Smart!Centre sketches, in the Leslieville case, are irrelevant. "This hearing is not about trying to make a Smart!Centre look like a business campus," he said. The city, he said, wants a "modern business campus for knowledge industries" at the site, along the lines of Liberty Village.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Old Golf Course Park?

Old Golf Course Park?

A new public park is planned as part of the Toronto Community Housing Corporation's residential development that will soon rise on the land directly east of Fort York. Construction is slated to begin in June, 2009, and though the park component will not be completed until at least 2011, planners, developers and heritage groups have already started to discuss potential names for the park.

Most of the names being considered point to the historical significance of the site, as only in its most recent incarnation was this a fallow and undistinguished tract of land, (aside from its brief tenure as a nine-hole golf course). Originally, it was part of Toronto's shoreline, and the very spot where Garrison Creek met Lake Ontario. It was the location of the original Fort York structures burned down by American forces in 1813 and later the site of the recently unearthed Queen's Wharf as well as numerous early railway structures.

The working title is Mouth of the Creek Park, but candidates for a permanent name include Blockhouse Park, Queen's Wharf Park, Lost Creek Park, and even Garrison Creek Park - which is odd since there is already a Garrison Creek Park at Ossington and Dupont.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

BCE Atrium - Minaturized

daily dose of imagery's view of mini BCE

Street Stories: Neville Park Boulevard


For many Torontonians, Neville Park means "Yes, I'm going all the way — unless I short-turn at Connaught or Kingston Road."

Thanks to its long-standing status as the eastern terminus of the 501 streetcar (and, by extension, its place on the rollsign of streetcars heading for the Beach end of the city's longest route), Neville Park Boulevard is a name that's likely familiar to ten times more Torontonians than have actually walked the street itself.

Frances Jane Neville was the daughter of former Toronto mayor George Monro. After Monro died, his heirs leased some of the substantial family estate in the city's east end to the Toronto Railway Company, for the purposes of opening an amusement park. Munro Park (the misspelling stuck — it's now a street name in the area) operated along the waterfront near the foot of what's now Neville Park Boulevard for a decade around the turn of the 20th century. It closed in 1906, the same year as nearby Victoria Park — which was located where the R.C. Harris Water Treatment Plant sits today.

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Friday, May 16, 2008

Low Ceiling over Toronto


via Torontoist by Miles Storey on 5/15/08

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We've seen some amazing images of Toronto blanketed by fog and clouds, and this extraordinary capture of the CN Tower just peaking out from low lying clouds, by Ron Gallagher, is no exception.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Tiny, Perfect Royal York

via Torontoist by David Topping on 5/14/08

Every weekday morning, bright and early, we feature a photo (or two) from a photographer in the Torontoist Flickr Pool. It's our way of giving the many excellent photographers in our pool the attention that they deserve.

Mini Hotel

BY WVS

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Bike Rack Whimsy


via Torontoist by Jonathan Goldsbie on 5/13/08

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When we first got a tip from Andrew Hunter that "someone has installed a new type of bike post along Yonge north of Lawrence," we were concerned that it might be the vanguard of the Coordinated Street Furniture onslaught of mass-produced uniformity. When we went down (yes, down) to visit the area, however, we were quite relieved to discover not Kramer-designed brontosaurus ribs but elegant, artfully crafted flourishes of metallic whimsy. Inspired by a similar project in which psychiatric survivors designed bike stands for the curb in front of the Parkdale Activity and Recreation Centre (PARC), the Yonge Lawrence Village BIA commissioned two of the artists behind that project, Phil Sarazen and Jack Gibney, to fashion sixteen pieces, each featuring "a different aspect of community living." Studded into each block on both sides of Yonge Street north from Lawrence to Yonge Boulevard, they succeed in being everything that Astral's street furniture is not and should serve as an inspiration to all neighbourhoods and BIAs as to what is possible when you're willing to invest in your community rather than sell it out.

Photos of eight more after the jump. And, yes, the wheels on the above can be spun.

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All photos by Jonathan Goldsbie.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Re-discovering Toronto's lost bridge


via Posted Toronto by Rob Roberts on 5/12/08


Ever wondered why central Toronto is so flat? Answer: because people flattened it!
At 4 p.m. tomorrow in Trinity-Bellwoods Park, Deputy Mayor Joe Pantalone will perform a long-overdue task: unveil a plaque to the Crawford Street Bridge, one of the seven lost wonders of Toronto.
The bridge, built in 1915, spans a ravine of the late, great Garrison Creek, so named because, from its headwaters north of St. Clair Avenue, it gurgled past the soldiers stationed at Fort York, en route to flowing into Lake Ontario.
According to the plaque, "by the 1880s, the creek was so polluted that it was gradually channeled underground into a brick sewer, built through here in 1885."
City fathers (and mothers) bricked in the creek but left the ravine, and in 1915 one R.C. Harris — yes, the famed Commissioner of Works who built the water filtration plant and Bloor Street Viaduct and was immortalized in the Michael Ondaatje book -- cut his teeth at this very spot, engineering a triple-span bridge to get Crawford Street up to Dundas Street (triple-span refers to the arches, resting on posts, which hold up the bridge deck.)
The bridge, though, received an indecent burial just 45 years later, when excavators digging out the Bloor Street subway line just filled the ravine up with dirt. Gary Miedema, who heads the plaque project at Heritage Toronto, notes, "Trinity-Bellwoods was an immigrant community that would have been relatively voiceless."
Lately, the area has been finding its voice.
"So dumb," Ed Dosman, a professor of international studies at York University, says of the bridge-burying.
Mr. Dosman in his spare time works with the Garrison Creek Linkage Project, which has already done marvelous work using copper letters sunk in cement to label Garrison Creek along much of its length. Here at the Crawford Bridge, they've stuck plaques in cement depicting the fish who once swam here: northern pike, bowfin, white sucker, largemouth bass, brown bullhead, pumpkinseed and rock bass.
But Mr. Dosman won't be content until backhoes undo the mistakes of the past, and unearth the bridge, our own local Téotihuacan.
"I have no doubt that in the next generation the bridge will be dug out," he says. "We could have potentially a water feature in Trinity-Bellwoods park along the lines of Lafontaine Park in Montreal. In Chicago or Seattle this would have been done a long time ago, but we're broke."
In his dream, a one kilometre stretch of restored creek flows from Dundas to Queen Street, passing under the bridge and through the remaining ravine in Trinity-Bellwoods park, which today is a popular toboganning spot in winter.
Mr. Pantalone, Toronto's "tree advocate," says, however, that it's not just about the money.
"We'd have to kill I don't know how many trees to ressurect the old bridge," he said. "Future generations may deem that a project worth doing."
Indeed, I'm fascinated walking here to see the dozens of 40-year-old maple and ash trees thriving in the 1960s fill around the bridge. You can see the former line of the ravine from the much older trees at the edges of the park.
On the plus side, the filled-in ravine around the bridge is now home, on Tuesdays, to the Trinity-Bellwoods farmer's market, which opens for the season tomorrow. I love that market, except that vendors and shoppers trample and kill the grass in the park. Here's my idea: close the bridge stretch of Crawford on Tuesday afternoons, let the vendors set up there, and call it the Crawford Bridge Market, which would celebrate the bridge's memory, and save the grass.

Crawford Street Bridge, West Side, November 16, 1915. City of Toronto Archives, Fonds 1231, Item 1615
Photo of Crawford Street this afternoon by Peter Redman, National Post

Gas Prices and Real Estate


Interesting piece picked up by The Oil Drum on the relationship between gas prices and real estate in Australia. It summarizes a study of the effect on commuting costs when considering various communities progressively further outside the urban/suburban/exurban horizon west of Sydney.

Here is the effect in the $2/litre scenario, with red representing the highest percentage of income going to fuel consumption, etc.:

Granted, this is based on a few assumptions, not least of which being that a commuter-centric culture will continue to prevail in a high-price oil world. That is a debatable point.Nevertheless, interesting stuff, as is the underlying paper. Can barely imagine what this would look like here in car-dependent, freeway-riddled southern California.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Irony of Toronto's planning dep't


via Posted Toronto by Barry Hertz on 5/9/08

It seemed like a good idea: Take a picture of Gary Wright, Toronto's new chief planner, in Yonge-Dundas Square, a project he planned in 1996. But as soon as the National Post photographer began to work, a security guard appeared with Sara Peel, the square's "event co-ordinator," and told us to stop."Anybody who is doing anything needs a permit," the guard said, adding the folks from Dr. Oetker were soon to start handing out free pizza.Told the story, Councillor Adam Vaughan
(Trinity-Spadina), who sits on council's planning committee, jokes, "He is a victim of his own planning."

It wasn't supposed to be like this; Mr. Wright intended to create a new public square. As he told me, while sitting in the square, "We're not a city known for squares or public spaces. It's a very commercial downtown in Toronto. There's not a culture of public squares." What we have is a private square, run by a board of management that rents it for corporate events.

The planner chased from his own square; it's a perfect metaphor for the challenges facing fast-growing Toronto. While developers erect condo towers, some five times higher than zoning permits, where are the improvements in the public realm? Sidewalks are too narrow for all the new pedestrians, passengers squeeze into overcrowded buses, subways and streetcars, and new parks downtown are rare.

James McKellar, a professor of real property at York University's Schulich School of Business, argues that great cities are judged not by new private buildings but by public development, of such things as parks, transit, sidewalks and public schools. In building the public realm, he says, "Toronto has no idea of what it is doing."Of particular concern, in this context, is the announcement that Mr. Wright will only stay as chief planner for two years, until his retirement in 2010. "The man will have no power," Mr. McKellar says. "He's a lame duck."

On the plus side, Mr. Wright is a nice guy. A friendly, bearded father-figure, he has spent 33 years in Toronto's planning department. He takes over from Ted Tyndorf, the chief planner who died of cancer in February. Mr. Tyndorf held the job for four years.Mr. Wright, who lives in the Beach, notes that he has a busy job. The city gets 600 to 700 applications for rezonings, official plan amendments and site plan approvals each year, on top of about 3,200 applications to the committee of adjustment. To handle this, Mr. Wright has a staff of 346.It sounds like a lot of people, but according to Mr. Vaughan's count, Toronto today has fewer planning staff for a city of 2.6 million than it did before amalgamation for a city of about 650,000. "It's as if we jettisoned the whole planning departments of Scarborough, East York, York and Etobicoke," he says.

"Our planning sucks by all accounts. The planners are demoralized. Our reputation for great planning is something that we built in the 1970s, coasted on in the 1980s, and destroyed in the 1990s." Mr. Wright is more upbeat, citing community activists as inspiring him, including Active 18, a Queen Street West group wanting to control development across from the Drake Hotel. ''We didn't always have a successful working relationship, but it got better at the end. We look forward to working with communities like that." He is also keen on new design review panels that will review projects near St. Lawrence Market, at Humber Bay Shores, in North York and in Scarborough.

But Howard Cohen, a former Toronto planner who now builds condos with his firm, Context Developments, told a panel at the University of Toronto last week (according to a report in the city newsmagazine Novae Res Urbis): "We have a planning department that is dispirited, demoralized and totally intimidated by community groups and council."A number of people describe Toronto's planning department as a troubled place, whose senior planners, feeling disempowered, have left, leaving juniors who have little experience. Meanwhile, empowered councillors cut random deals with developers, forcing them to hand out transit passes with new condos or give money to local picnics. Mr. McKellar suggests that, to clean up the mess, Toronto needs a global search for a new head of plannning, someone on the scale of Vancouver's Larry Beasley, who became a household name while bringing planning innovation to that city. That's not what Toronto is going to get. "If we wish to maintain the status quo in the planning department," says Councillor Karen Stintz (Eglinton Lawrence), "then Gary Wright will be very good in that role."

Buried Under Bellwoods

...or why the houses near Krisi's old apartment look like they're drunk...

via Torontoist by Kevin Plummer on 5/10/08

Every Saturday morning, Historicist looks back at the events, places, and characters—good and bad—that have shaped Toronto into the city we know today.

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Crawford Street Bridge, West Side, November 16, 1915. City of Toronto Archives, Fonds 1231, Item 1615

This Tuesday, May 13, Heritage Toronto will unveil the latest plaque celebrating Toronto's history to commemorate the secret bridge buried beneath the north-west corner of Trinity Bellwoods Park. The unveiling will take place at 4 p.m. at the corner of Crawford and Dundas. The Crawford Street Bridge, an elegant triple-span structure, crossed the deep ravine cut by Garrison Creek where it entered the park. Garrison Creek's rambling path from north of St. Clair to the lake near Fort York—its route now preserved as a Discovery Walk [PDF]—was an "inconvenience" of landscape to be overcome by the city's orderly, militaristic street grid. Despite the polluted stream being systematically bricked up as a sewer and buried to hide the refuse and sewage of rapid and haphazard urban development, this part of the ravine remained a formidable obstacle until the Crawford Street Bridge. The bridge and ravine have both since become victims of a city pretending to be flat—but they aren't the only treasures hidden beneath Trinity Bellwoods.

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Bellwoods Park, Dundas and Crawford streets, August 5, 1914. City of Toronto Archives, Fonds 1231, Item 667

At first the Garrison Creek ravine was overcome with a modest wooden bridge built in 1884. Then, Roland Caldwell Harris, the city's Commissioner of Works, replaced it with the cement bridge in 1914-15. Its railing, lamps, and stately character reflected, as Sarah Meehan put it in Spacing, "Harris's flair for dramatic public architecture." (His style can still be seen with the Prince Edward Viaduct.)

The Crawford Street Bridge initially fit the character of the neighbourhood of dignified Victorian homes and nearby Trinity College. With time, however, the houses deteriorated as the neighbourhood became more working class. When the city needed a place to dispose of the rubble from the Bloor-Danforth subway excavation in the 1960s, city officials took advantage of the neighbourhood's powerlessness; the north-west corner of the park became its dumping ground.

As the northern reaches of the park were flattened up to the level of Dundas Street, the modern-day bowl that is so popular for tobogganing and dog-walking became the only reminder of the ravine. The bridge was buried intact—minus the railings and lampposts—right up to its curbs. For years, its still-visible sidewalks bore the rusted scars of its previous life. Finally, in 2004, safety concerns over the deteriorating condition of the bridge forced the city to narrow the roadway and entirely rebuild the sidewalks, further obscuring this oddity of Toronto's heritage. Another bridge nearby, overlooking Bickford Park from Harbord between Grace and Crawford, was buried in 1930. Although it has yet to receive a plaque, the Harbord Street Bridge's crumbling balustrade is still visible on the north side of the street.

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Trinity College, University of Toronto, 1929. City of Toronto Archives, Fonds 1231, Item 2

There are other remnants of Toronto's past beneath Trinity Bellwoods, which was Trinity College's original home. Seeking the establishment of an Anglican college, Bishop John Strachan purchased the land in 1851. With the support of the crown and funding from local Torontonians, the main building—designed by Kivas Tully—was soon constructed and students began attending in 1852. The symmetrical neo-Gothic building overlooked the rest of the park from atop a grassy mound, and was consciously intended to remind of the dreaming spires of Oxford and Cambridge. Upon its completion, Professor Goldwin Smith, a curmudgeon at the best of times, agreed that "no place in Canada so forcibly reminds me of Oxford as does Trinity."

2008_05_10MapTrinityCollege1913.jpgAs enrollment grew and college finances stabilized, Trinity added a new convocation hall (c. 1877), and college chapel (1884), as well as an expansion on the new west wing (1889-90), and a new east wing (1894). The newer buildings were simpler and more restrained designs by Frank Darling, the college's official architect. Darling's stone gates, built in 1904-5 to mark the broad approach from Queen Street, are one of the only visible reminders that the college was ever here. St. Hilda's College, the women's residence at Trinity, is the other, and has since been turned into John Gibson House, a retirement residence.

With Trinity's federation with the University of Toronto in the first decade of the twentieth century, it became inevitable that the college would relocate to the main campus. The City of Toronto bought the buildings and land in 1912 for $231,000, but allowed the college to remain until a new college building (an adapted copy of Tully's original) was built on Hoskin Avenue in 1925. Then, as has often happened before and since, city officials didn't know what to do next. According to historian William Dendy's book Lost Toronto, the council originally planned to sell 8 acres of the site for the construction of a baseball stadium. This would've required the demolition of the main college buildings, and the plan prompted strong public outcry. The council quickly backtracked. Public calls to turn the campus into a museum or soldiers's residence went unheeded. Its brief life as a Kiwanis-operated athletic club did not prevent further deterioration. The Trinity buildings needed new roofs, new heating, and new electrical. City officials, claiming the campus was beyond preservation, unceremoniously razed the site in 1956.

The buried foundations still lie just north of the Trinity Bellwood Park's circular walk (and the chapels are buried near the tennis courts). Perhaps these hidden treasures of Trinity Bellwoods will receive a plaque just as the Crawford Street Bridge will next week.

Map of Trinity Collge Grounds, January 25, 1913 from the City of Toronto Archives, Fonds 1231, Item 57

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Tis a Shame

I was sincerely hoping that the torch would fall into a crevasse.

Girls, Sports and Injuries

Michael Sokolove of the NY Times has written a fascinating article on Girls' Sports Injuries - why they happen, how they are different than boys and how things have changed. Some highlights (lowlights?):


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The A.C.L. is a small, rubber-band-like fiber, no bigger than a little finger, that attaches to the femur in the upper leg and the tibia in the lower leg and stabilizes the knee. When it ruptures, the reconstructive surgery is complicated and the rehabilitation painful and long. It usually takes six to nine months to return to competition, even for professional athletes.

This casualty rate was not due to some random spike in South Florida. It is part of a national trend in the wake of Title IX and the explosion of sports participation among girls and young women. From travel teams up through some of the signature programs in women’s college sports, women are suffering injuries that take them off the field for weeks or seasons at a time, or sometimes forever.

Girls and boys diverge in their physical abilities as they enter puberty and move through adolescence. Higher levels of testosterone allow boys to add muscle and, even without much effort on their part, get stronger. In turn, they become less flexible. Girls, as their estrogen levels increase, tend to add fat rather than muscle. They must train rigorously to get significantly stronger. The influence of estrogen makes girls’ ligaments lax, and they outperform boys in tests of overall body flexibility — a performance advantage in many sports, but also an injury risk when not accompanied by sufficient muscle to keep joints in stable, safe positions. Girls tend to run differently than boys — in a less-flexed, more-upright posture — which may put them at greater risk when changing directions and landing from jumps. Because of their wider hips, they are more likely to be knock-kneed — yet another suspected risk factor.

This divergence between the sexes occurs just at the moment when we increasingly ask more of young athletes, especially if they show talent: play longer, play harder, play faster, play for higher stakes. And we ask this of boys and girls equally — unmindful of physical differences. The pressure to concentrate on a “best” sport before even entering middle school — and to play it year-round — is bad for all kids. They wear down the same muscle groups day after day. They have no time to rejuvenate, let alone get stronger. By playing constantly, they multiply their risks and simply give themselves too many opportunities to get hurt.

Comprehensive statistics on total sports injuries are in short supply. The N.C.A.A. compiles the best numbers, but even these are based on just a sampling of colleges and universities. For younger athletes, the numbers are less specific and less reliable. Some studies have measured sports injuries by emergency-room visits, which usually follow traumatic events like broken bones. A.C.L. and other soft-tissue injuries often do not lead to an E.R. visit; the initial examination typically occurs at the office of a pediatrician or an orthopedic surgeon. Studies of U.S. high-school athletics indicate that, when it comes to raw numbers, boys suffer more sports injuries. But the picture is complicated by football and the fact that boys still represent a greater percentage of high-school athletes.

Girls are more likely to suffer chronic knee pain as well as shinsplints and stress fractures. Some research indicates that they are more prone to ankle sprains, as well as hip and back pain. And for all the justifiable attention paid to concussions among football players, females appear to be more prone to them in sports that the sexes play in common.

A study last year by researchers at Ohio State University and Nationwide Children’s Hospital in Columbus, Ohio, reported that high-school girls who play basketball suffer concussions at three times the rate of boys, and that the rate for high-school girls who play soccer is about 1.5 percent greater than boys. According to the N.C.A.A. statistics, women who play soccer suffer concussions at nearly identical rates as male football players. (The research indicates that it takes less force to cause a concussion in girls and young women, perhaps because they have smaller heads and weaker necks.)

AN A.C.L. DOES NOT tear so much as it explodes, often during routine athletic maneuvers — landings from jumps, decelerations from sprints — that look innocuous until the athlete crumples to the ground. After the A.C.L. pulls off the femur, it turns into a viscous liquid. The ligament cannot be repaired; it has to be replaced with a graft, which the surgeon usually forms by taking a slice of the patellar tendon below the kneecap or from a hamstring tendon. One reason for the long rehabilitation is that the procedure is really two operations — one at the site of the injury and the other at the donor site, where the tendon is cut.

If girls and young women ruptured their A.C.L.’s at just twice the rate of boys and young men, it would be notable. Three times the rate would be astounding. But some researchers believe that in sports that both sexes play, and with similar rules — soccer, basketball, volleyball — female athletes rupture their A.C.L.’s at rates as high as five times that of males.

Men also tear their A.C.L.’s, most frequently in football and from direct blows to the leg. But even football players, according to N.C.A.A. statistics, do not rupture their A.C.L.’s during their fall seasons at the rates of women in soccer, basketball and gymnastics. The N.C.A.A.’s Injury Surveillance System tracks injuries suffered by athletes at its member schools, calculating the frequency of certain injuries by the number of occurrences per 1,000 “athletic exposures” — practices and games. The rate for women’s soccer is 0.25 per 1,000, or 1 in 4,000, compared with 0.10 for male soccer players. The rate for women’s basketball is 0.24, more than three times the rate of 0.07 for the men. The A.C.L. injury rate for girls may be higher — perhaps much higher — than it is for college-age women because of a spike that seems to occur as girls hit puberty.

The Injury Surveillance reports include commentary as well as data, and in 2007 the authors stated that an A.C.L. rupture is “a rare event” and advised against making too much of the tears sustained by male and female collegiate athletes across a range of sports. But a young woman playing college soccer can easily generate 200 exposures a year between her regular season in the fall, off-season training in the spring and club play in the summer. Plenty of younger players, girls in their early through late teens, will accrue well in excess of that number between their high-school seasons, their club seasons — which often run year-round — and multigame tournaments on weekends and soccer camps in the summer. (The same is true in other sports in which girls play school and club seasons, including basketball, lacrosse, volleyball and field hockey.)

So imagine a hypothetical high-school soccer team of 20 girls, a fairly typical roster size, and multiply it by the conservative estimate of 200 exposures a season. The result is 4,000 exposures. In a cohort of 20 soccer-playing girls, the statistics predict that 1 each year will experience an A.C.L. injury and go through reconstructive surgery, rehabilitation and the loss of a season — an eternity for a high schooler. Over the course of four years, 4 out of the 20 girls on that team will rupture an A.C.L.

Each of them will likely experience “a grief reaction,” says Dr. Jo Hannafin, orthopedic director of the Women’s Sports Medicine Center at the Hospital for Special Surgery in New York. “They’ve lost their sport and they’ve lost the kinship of their friends, which is almost as bad as not being able to play.”

Silvers, along with a Santa Monica orthopedic surgeon, Bert Mandelbaum, designed an A.C.L.-injury-prevention program that has been instituted and studied in the vast Coast Soccer League, a youth program in Southern California. Teams in a control group did their usual warm-ups before practices and games, usually light running and some stretching, if that. The others were enrolled in the foundation’s “PEP program,” a customized warm-up of stretching, strengthening and balancing exercises. An entire team can complete its 19 exercises — including side-to-side shuttle runs, backward runs and walking lunges — in 20 minutes. One goal is to strengthen abdominal muscles, which help set the whole body in protective athletic positions, and to improve balance through a series of plyometric exercises — forward, backward and lateral hops over a cone. Girls are instructed to “land softly,” or “like a spring.”

There is nothing complicated about the program. And nothing really exciting about it either — which, as with many preventive routines, is one of its challenges. As essential as it may be, it’s not as interesting as kicking a soccer ball around.

The Santa Monica Orthopaedic and Sports Medicine Research Foundation published results of its trial in the American Journal of Sports Medicine. The research was nonrandomized and therefore not the highest order of scientific research. (The coaches of teams doing the exercises made a choice to participate; the control group consisted of those who declined.) Nevertheless, the results were attention-grabbing.

The subjects were all between 14 and 18. In the 2000 soccer season, researchers calculated 37,476 athletic exposures for the PEP-trained players and 68,580 for the control group. Two girls in the trained group suffered A.C.L. ruptures that season, a rate of 0.05 per 1,000 exposures. Thirty-two girls in the control group suffered the injury — a rate of 0.47. (That was almost twice the rate for women playing N.C.A.A. soccer.) The foundation compiled numbers in the same league the following season and came up with similar results — a 74 percent reduction in A.C.L. tears among girls doing the PEP exercises.

The program has direct parallels with the research taking place at the military academies. Both are focused on biomechanics — the way athletes move — in no small part because gait patterns can be modified, unlike anatomical characteristics like wider hips. Marshall has been encouraged by information taken from the sensors attached to his subjects as they jump. “Women tend to be more erect and upright when they land, and they land harder,” he said. “They bend less through the knees and hips and the rest of their bodies, and they don’t absorb the impact of the landing in the same way that males do. I don’t want to sound horrible about it, but we can make a woman athlete run and jump more like a man.”

Silvers stressed the importance of training girls as young as possible, by their early teens or even younger. “Once something is learned neurally, it is never unlearned,” she said. “It never leaves you. That’s mostly good. It’s why motor skills are retained even after serious injuries. But ways of moving are also ingrained, which makes retraining more difficult with the older athletes. The younger girls are more like blank slates. They’re easier to work with.”

The PEP program, and others like it around the country, are not without their skeptics, who ask how you can try to solve a problem before you are even confident of its cause. Donald Shelbourne, an Indianapolis orthopedic surgeon and researcher, is perhaps the most vehement of the critics. “It’s like me taking antioxidants,” he says. “I don’t have cancer yet, so it’s working, right? These retraining programs play on emotions without data. They’re unproven. Jumping and landing is something that everyone knows how to do, and now we’ve got people saying, ‘We can teach you to do it better.’ I don’t buy it.”

Coaches rarely like to give up precious practice time for injury prevention, and often have to be pushed by parents.

The club structure is the driving force behind the trend toward early specialization in one sport — and, by extension, a primary cause of injuries. To play multiple sports is, in the best sense, childlike. It’s fun. You move on from one good thing to the next. But to specialize conveys a seriousness of purpose. It seems to be leading somewhere — even if, in fact, the real destination is burnout or injury.

There is a fascinating parallel in research on injury rates in U.S. Army basic training, a two-month regimen that pushes recruits to their physical limits. In numerous studies going back more than two decades, women are shown to suffer injuries at substantially higher rates than men, with stress fractures to the lower legs a particular problem. But one large study also suggests that the women are both more frequently injured and tougher. It takes a bigger injury to knock them out of the service. The men, by comparison, are wimps; they leave with more minor ailments.

In sports, just as in the military, women are relative newcomers. In both venues, there may be an element of “toughing it out” to prove they belong. “From the earliest levels in girls’ sports, up through the elite and Olympic level, how one plays the sport, how one comports oneself, is talked about in specific ways that transcend technical or tactical expertise,” Colleen Hacker says. “It is more overt with the girls than the boys. Character counts. Physical toughness, mental toughness and handling adversity count.”

Michael Sokolove is a contributing writer for the magazine. This article is adapted from “Warrior Girls: Protecting Our Daughters Against the Injury Epidemic in Women’s Sports,” which will be published in June.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Farmers' Marketing


via Torontoist by Val Dodge on 5/6/08


For those who crave local food, the long winter of parsnip and rutabaga soup is coming to an end. The surest sign of spring is the sight of farmers pitching their market tents for the year ahead. You know what that means: you'll be able to add fresh local asparagus and radishes to that soup any day now.

Toronto supports a handful of year-round markets including the old reliable St. Lawrence and a relative newcomer in Dufferin Grove Park. But there's no need to travel very far for the variety and freshness; Farmers' Markets Ontario lists a dozen more neighbourhood markets that come to life in Toronto each spring. One of the first underway this year is the Friends of Riverdale Farm Farmers' Market, held in Riverdale Park West at the corner of Winchester and Sumach Streets. The Riverdale market launches next Tuesday, May 13 from 3–7 p.m. and runs every Tuesday through the end of October. It's best known for its mix of organic, transitional, and wild produce as well as sheep's milk yogourt, free range elk for carnivores, and other unexpected treats.

The East York Farmers' Market at the East York Civic Centre rouses from its winter slumber a week later on Tuesday May 20 from 9 a.m.–2 p.m. It usually starts a little small in May but is in full swing by mid-June. Pick up jars of elderberry jam and icicle pickles while you're there, and bring a front-end loader for all the Honeycrisp apples you can carry in September.

By early June, the markets at Nathan Phillips Square (Wednesdays), Mel Lastman Square (Thursdays), Birch Cliff (Fridays), Withrow Park (Saturdays), Liberty Village (Sundays), and elsewhere in the city will also be serving up local produce to eager residents. Arrive early on market day for the best selection, chat with the vendors for recipe and cooking tips, and remember what it's like to eat fresh local food that hasn't spent a week or three on trucks and ships to get to you.

Photo by Jen Chan from the Torontoist Flickr Pool.

New Digital Map of Algonquin.

Hey people,
Found this online http://homepage.mac.com/canoecamping/Map/About_the_Map.html. There are a number of maps of Algonquin, but few online. In fact, the only one I can think of is a 4 Mb pdf scan of the old Canoe Routes map, which is now slightly dated in terms of open camp sites and portages. So, this guy (Jeffrey McMurtrie) has made a new map of the park, and superimposed a whack of new data on it from alternate sources, such as the logging roads, cut areas, etc. It's a big file, but I thought you might be interested in knowing about it for trip planning. If you a copy of the older version, let me know,

Cheers
n

Thursday, May 01, 2008

How We're Wrecking Our Feet

How We're Wrecking Our Feet With Every Step We Take -- New York
"“Natural gait is biomechanically impossible for any shoe-wearing person,” wrote Dr. William A. Rossi in a 1999 article in Podiatry Management. “It took 4 million years to develop our unique human foot and our consequent distinctive form of gait, a remarkable feat of bioengineering. Yet, in only a few thousand years, and with one carelessly designed instrument, our shoes, we have warped the pure anatomical form of human gait, obstructing its engineering efficiency, afflicting it with strains and stresses and denying it its natural grace of form and ease of movement head to foot.” In other words: Feet good. Shoes bad."
I have to say that I like my Nike Free's, but I find it funny - each new release of them is bulkier than the last.

Ansel in Yosemite

Gorgeous, gorgeous shots.

Maybe I should get a medium format camera? Or maybe I should work out how to use my own SLR?

Free Mulch!

http://www.toronto.ca/compost/woodchip.htm

A Sports Ethics story that doesn't suck

A nice story.

Also the NYT version

Online music

Have to say that I still miss Pandora. Last.fm has some promise, but the social algorithm doesn't work quite as well as the music genome. Musicovery is a substitute, but sort of margarine instead of butter.

Free Deep Stuff

which is always a good idea.

Beach at Dawn

A great Ashbridges shot

Pandering Politics

Dumb as We Wanna Be.

It is great to see that we finally have some national unity on energy policy. Unfortunately, the unifying idea is so ridiculous, so unworthy of the people aspiring to lead our nation, it takes your breath away. Hillary Clinton has decided to line up with John McCain in pushing to suspend the federal excise tax on gasoline, 18.4 cents a gallon, for this summer’s travel season. This is not an energy policy. This is money laundering: we borrow money from China and ship it to Saudi Arabia and take a little cut for ourselves as it goes through our gas tanks. What a way to build our country. When the summer is over, we will have increased our debt to China, increased our transfer of wealth to Saudi Arabia and increased our contribution to global warming for our kids to inherit.

As much as I resent paying $1.22 for a litre of gas, it's hard to argue for much of a reduction. In fact, the sky-rocketing price of gas has been one of the few things capable of making me use the TTC on a regular basis. (The other is realizing how much $$ I've spent on parking tickets. Wow. That one seriously hurt).

Mmm, snow peas

Recipe.

Fun event

But I'll be in Boston.

What seafood can you eat?


Apparently, not much.

It gets pretty tricky what's ethical and what's not.
BBC guide
Sea Choice

St John River floods

Craziness. The equivalent in Toronto would be if Lake Ontario rose up and reclaimed the land from Queen's Quay to the ACC or the slight rise that is Front Street (the original lake front downtown) or Fort York.

See also

It would be cool to see Grand Falls at this point - presumably it's massive.

At least they're prepared-ish