I love it when tender calls sound like they could be sermon or self-help book titles.

Bon Iver interviewed by Amanda Petrusich. A talented band interviewed by a talented journalist.

Riverview Country Market was overflowing with new potatoes and fresh strawberries this morning. Is this not the best of seasons!

I’m not a huge fan of Peter McKinnon and his hyper-polished hipster EDC snowmobile ATV drone renovation videos. But on occasion he strikes a chord. Witness I did this for 30 days and it changed my life, the mother of all clickbaity titles, but with a simple message:

Make a handwritten list of 8 critical things you need to accomplish at the start of every day. Then do them, crossing off as you go.

Not an original idea—indeed John Grimsmo does most of the explaining—but kind of brilliant in its simplicity.

I am on day number one.

So far from the list I’ve taken a bunch of stuff to the thrift shop, scraped some long-standing gunk off the library floor, and taken a bag of cables to the office.

Item four on today’s list: charge my bicycle lights. I figured if I was going to do it, I might as well make it easier for the next time, so I conjured up a system.

Apparently smoke alarms, or at least my smoke alarm, aren’t recommended for use when the humidity is higher than 85%.

With the humidity at 100% outside, and a window fan drawing outside air into my bedroom, my smoke alarm went off just now: I presume this is why, as, fortunately, my house isn’t actually on fire.

I took myself out for supper last night at The Farmacy & Fermentary, Olivia being away for the night. It was beautiful and warm and sunny, so I sat outside on the patio facing Timothy’s and committed the scene to paper.

I was back out to Freetown yesterday for another horseback riding lesson with Jester the Horse and Jackie the Human. 

I was certain that I had forgotten absolutely everything that I’d learned at my first lesson, but dribs and drabs flowed back to me, so it wasn’t quite starting from scratch. At the very least I was considerably more comfortable.

The big new activity yesterday was taking Jester for a jog, which is essentially, as I understand it, more than a walk and less than a trot. From the feel of things up atop Jester, his kinesiology certainly changed, and from the feel of things a day later, whatever muscles I needed to prevent myself from falling off once Jester kicked things up a notch were well-exercised.

I’ll be back for more in a couple of weeks.

P.E.I. has new regulations for electric bicycles, reports the CBC.

I was involved in several consultations during the development of these regulations, and witnessed the care and consideration that Graham and his staff put into them.

It’s great to have clarity on this issue: ebikes aren’t for everyone, but for those for whom they will make a commute possible, or allow cycling later in life, or hauling heavier cargo, they are Godsend.

Niti Bhan writes about how she presents her work:

There are those who would nudge me to write about my work in a political manner, ideally, in their eyes, taking a strident and vocal approach of rebellious and seditious activism. This is perceived as the means to promote one’s work, rather than letting it speak for itself. An example is a course I took in the Spring related to the dissemination of doctoral research where the lecturer’s recommendations on how to position one’s work in social media were based on answering questions such as ‘what makes me angry?’ – it was clear the profitability of outrage had made its way to academia.