Here’s my LocoBlog of a bicycle ride around downtown Charlottetown at dusk this evening. LocoBlog is an application that runs on my Nokia E61i and talks to my GPSlim 236 Bluetooth GPS to location-stamp photos taken on the phone’s camera. The application then uploads the result, and the web app puts it all together. It’s quite elegant.

New Plazes group: Tea Houses in Charlottetown.

On April 29, 2007 the New York Times ran a story about Canadian actor/director Sarah Polley in which they wrote that TV series Avonlea in which Polley starred as a child was set in the Canadian prairies.

As Avonlea was, in fact, set here in Prince Edward Island (even it it was filmed largely in Ontario …), I sent in a request for a correction on May 2:

The television series “Avonlea” is based on the works of Canadian author L.M. Montgomery, and the television series was set, like most of Montgomery’s work, in the eastern coastal province of Prince Edward Island, not on the prairie.

To their credit, and my satisfaction, they published the correction, and have attached it permanently to the article’s archive:

Correction: May 6, 2007, Sunday An article last Sunday about the film actress and director Sarah Polley referred incorrectly to the setting of ”Avonlea,” the Canadian television series in which she starred. It was set on Prince Edward Island, not the prairie.

The daily Corrections Page of the Times, by the way, always makes for an interesting read. Here’s my favourite from today:

An obituary on Friday of Kiichi Miyazawa, former prime minister of Japan, rendered incorrectly the name of the American general whose lectures during the occupation of Japan were recalled by Mr. Miyazawa with distaste. He was Gen. Douglas MacArthur; he had no middle name and did not use the initial A (or other initials often ascribed to him, including B, C and S). Five articles in 2005 included the “A” (on May 29, June 20, June 28, July 29 and Aug. 26), and it has been used in 19 other articles since 1987.

The first time I ever saw Dave Moses was at a performance of Annekenstein back in the early 1990s in the space City Cinema now calls home. I thought the show was brilliant, and one of the highlights for me was a rumination on Island life that included a syncopated delivery of the line “big fish … small pond” to describe a certain kind of Island success.

Since that time Dave and I have become friends, started a business together, and have launched many plots that have gone nowhere but involved much discussion of world changing. And in the last few years Dave has been quietly working away as a writer and story editor on the CTV program Robson Arms.

The best part of being a Robson Arms viewer, for me at least, has been seeing little plot points that I saw the early hatchlings of years ago — “call up all your old girlfriends,” for example — spring to life on TV. It all seems a little like magic.

On Monday the show got some much-needed light shone on it by Globe and Mail television columnist John Doyle. He called the show “smart, heartfelt and funny, the kind of TV to savour over and over again” and in comparing the show to the Global show About a Girl said:

But About A Girl looks empty-headed. It could be set anywhere and could be made anywhere. It’s meant to be forgettable. Robson Arms is meant to be unforgettable.

Kudos to Dave; the show’s success is due, at least in part, to his wit and intelligence.

Is it possible to get from my home in Charlottetown to my office at Yankee but public transit only, avoiding both rental cars and air travel? Here’s an itinerary:

• Leave Charlottetown at 7:45 a.m. by Acadian bus, arriving in Halifax at 1:00 p.m. with a transfer in Amherst ($53)
• Leave Halifax at 4:30 p.m. by shuttle bus, arriving Yarmouth at 8:00 p.m ($55).
• Overnight and part of the next day in Yarmouth.
• Leave Yarmouth by high-speed ferry at 4:00 p.m. the next day, arriving Portland, Maine at 8:30 p.m. ($89).

• Overnight in Portland.
• Leave Portland by train at 5:50 a.m. arriving Boston at 8:25 a.m. ($23).
• Leave Boston by bus at 10:00 a.m. arriving Keene, NH at 3:05 p.m. ($41).

In Keene I’d still be 30 minutes from Yankee, but I could probably hitch a ride with a Yankee staffer into the office. If I left Monday morning, I’d arrive in Keene on Wednesday afternoon, a journey of about 55 hours and a cost of $261.

An alternate route would be to take the bus from Charlottetown to Bangor (11 hours, $75), then a bus from Bangor to Keene (via Boston, 11 hours, $39), a route that would require only one overnight and would cost only $114. It would, of course, involve spending 22 hours on various buses, which might just kill me.

The fastest route to Yankee that does involve air travel and car rental, by comparison, would involve a Delta flight to Boston (1:45, $203) and a 90 minute drive to Dublin (car rental about $60/day). Best-case scenario the total trip, leaving time for airport transfers etc., would be 4 and a half hours from door to door.

Today was my first early morning cappuccino at Casa Mia, the new coffee shop in downtown Charlottetown next to the Bruce MacNaughton Memorial Storefront.

There was some confusion about whether they were actually open or not: there was a “Closed” sign on the front door, so I waited, then phoned, only to be told they were actually open at 9:00 a.m. (they forgot to flip the sign). Eventually they plan to open earlier, but they need to hire staff first.

The coffee — the beans come from Milano Coffee in Vancouver — was fantastic. It’s so nice to see someone treat the preparation of a coffee as an art. I’m tentatively willing to say that their cappuccino is the equal of any on the Island, and perhaps the best.

Please stop by and tell me if you agree.

Sign on the window of Norton’s Jewelers in downtown Charlottetown on Canada Day:

Their interest, or ours?

I had occasion to rent a car twice over the last month, once in Boston for my trip up to Yankee and again this weekend to get Catherine, Oliver and I around Montreal. I both cases, as is my habit, I rented from Hertz (where apparently my loyalty has earned me “5 star status,” something I know only because I heard an agent walkie-talkie “we’ve got a 5-star in here waiting for a car”).

And in both cases I selected “Toyota Camry or Similar” from the Hertz website based on its inclusion in the “Green” collection of cars rated 28 Miles or more per gallon.

When I arrived in Boston, there was a Mercury Mariner SUV waiting in my assigned space. Not only is the Mariner not in the “Green” collection (it’s rated only 17-21 mpg depending on the model in 2007), but it’s a beast of a vehicle.

So I went inside to talk to an agent to see about getting a switch. After much fussing around — the issue seemed to be that they had no cars without the NeverLost GPS navigation system, which I hadn’t ordered — another agent was brought in and she asked me if I “minded a two-door.” I said that I didn’t, and she handed me some keys and told me which stall to go to.

Waiting there for me was a Ford Mustang. Needless to say, the Ford Mustang isn’t in the “Green” collection either (it’s rated about 18 mpg). It’s also a horrible beast of a car: it’s uncomfortable, handles like a tank, has less oomph than my VW Jetta and telegraphs “I am an oaf” to all those around. Unfortunately I was in a hurry and in no mood to argue further, so I drove off in it.

By the time I’d driven down to Scituate and then back up to Keene, NH, I had already used a half tank of gasoline. Over the course of the week I used more gasoline than I’ve ever used on a trip to Yankee, and had to fill up twice.

On Friday when I arrived at Trudeau Airport in Montreal there was no car waiting for me at all, as I was 30 minutes early. There appear to have been no cars at all left at the airport for anyone without a reservation; fortunately I had one, and after a 15 minute wait I had the keys to a brand new Volvo V50 in hand:

This car is rated 27 mpg city and 40 mpg highway, and it is a veritable dream of an automobile, so different from the Mustang as to feel like an entirely different breed of machine: it was comfortable, fun to drive, well-equipped inside (the radio took some getting used to, but it turned out to be pretty simply in the end). The only thing it suffers from — like many station wagons — is lack of rear visibility.

That said, in neither case could the car I ended up with be reasonably called a “Toyota Camry or Similar,” although the Volvo was obviously somewhat closer that the Mustang.

At an impromptu dinner in Massachusetts on Sunday, Nathan questioned my Facebook aversion by suggesting that I was ignoring the one social network that actually seemed to be popular. After fumbling with some logic about how I preferred my social networks to knit me to friends I seldom saw otherwise (like those who live in Denmark), I realized there was some truth in what he was saying: if this is, to some extent, my “field,” then it’s foolhardy to ignore Facebook.

So after opting in and out several times over the past year, my Facebook account is now back in business, and I’ve jumped from having 4 “friends” to having 108 in the space of a few days (man Leo Cheverie knows everyone!).

In the process, I’ve actually re-connected with some lost souls, which has been nice. So far I think the killer feature of Facebook is simply the fact that it makes “building your network” so darned easy (that makes it the most annoying feature for some, of course, given the associated flood of friend requests the result).

I’m still conflicted about whether there’s any long-term value in the whole “continuous partial attention” thing, but I’m suspending my disbelief long enough to hang around for a while.

I saw the movie Paris je t’aime last night at The Colonial Theatre in Keene (it’s a fantastic place to see movies, but they could use a more skilled projectionist).

The film, which is really 18 short films spliced together, was the cinematic equivalent of having tapas for dinner: some segments were beguilingly, others were self-indulgent and out of place. On balance, though, the film is at least slightly more than the sum of its parts, and I’d recommend it (my favourite of the 18 was Place des fêtes, directed by Oliver Schmitz, starring Aïssa Maïga and Seydou Boro).