The Autism Coordination Act received Royal Assent in the Legislative Assembly today, just after 5:00 p.m. and is now law.

This is the first time in a Prince Edward Island law or regulation that the word autism has ever appeared.

By way of marking this, might I suggest you watch Welcome to the Autistic Community and 8 Things Autistic Women Want You to Know.

Coming up this Sunday, December 9 at 1:30 p.m. at City Cinema is a screening of California Typewriter that I’ve arranged.

I have a soft spot in my heart for typewriters.

I wrote all of my high school essays and reports using my mother’s Smith Corona electric typewriter, becoming schooled in the ways of liquid paper application and various other dark arts that have been long forgotten by most.

In 1989, somewhere in the Trent University crowd you can watch here, I was pecking away on an antique manual typewriter, selling “one minute novels” for $5.

And, of course, typewriters are spiritual cousins of the letterpress, using ink, paper and pressure to make words come to life.

So when I caught word of the film, I was immediately intrigued. And when my proposal to bring it to Charlottetown was greeted warmly by a small cabal of local typewriter aficionados, the die was cast.

If you look at the listing on the City Cinema website, you’ll notice that the film is presented The Charlottetown Festival of Paper, Ink & Pressure; this is a festival, at least right now, that exists entirely in my own mind. A festival of fancy, if you will. Somebody had to be the presenter.

Please spread the word to your typewriting friends and family. Tickets are $10 at the door; doors open at 1:00 p.m.

Here’s the film’s trailer to whet your appetite:

Oliver and I were listening to the new pressing of the Beatles’ White Album on Spotify last week:

Me: What is a “glass onion” anyway?

Oliver: It’s a glass onion.

Me: But why have we never seen glass onions; I don’t think they exist.

Oliver: Oh, I think the Beatles were stoned when they wrote that.

When you drive an oldish car like ours, a 2000 Volkswagen Jetta, the yearly requirement to have a vehicle inspection done is never something greeted with enthusiasm, as the prospect of “this is the year you’re going to need $3000 worth of repairs to keep your $500 car on the road” is always in the air.

I’ve done pretty well the last couple of years, as the old Jetta has hung together pretty well. This year, though, we finally reached the “it will need body work to pass” stage, as there was a hole in the rocker panel that went clear through, which is something that won’t pass.

On the advice of Dorothy at Dave’s Service Centre, I booked an appointment with Lawrence Bingley at Bingley’s Auto Body in Stratford, and he quickly got me fixed up, doing a remarkably thorough an almost-impossible-to-see-it’s-not-original patch-up in about 2 hours.

And so today, having passed all the requirements, I got the coveted 2019 inspection sticker:

Good through to the first day of 2020 now!

Patrick Rhone’s family has an excellent plan for Christmas Day:

My wife and I have settled on the following idea; about mid morning we’ll start up the fire, light some nice smelling candles, lounge around in comfy clothes, put on some quiet music, and read books all day. But we’re going to make a “thing” out of it and invite any of our friends in town who wish to join us to stop on by with a book of their own. We’ll have some drinks and snacks around for people to enjoy as well. All we ask is that you come prepared to keep things library style and enjoy a bit of peace with us this day.

I likely don’t understand the whole picture here, but it seems odd to make driver’s licenses free as part of a climate change policy designed to get us to a carbon neutral economy,

Eight years ago today we found ourselves on Via Ca’ di Marcello, a deserted side street in Mestre, the landward side of Venice, waiting for the bus to Bulgaria.

We were midway through a late fall European odyssey that had previously taken us to Munich and Basel; after 3 days in Venice, we were moving on to Ljubljana and Croatia. And the bus was the only way to get from Venice to Ljubljana. It was remarkably inexpensive: 55 Euro for all three of us for a 4 hour ride:

Upon arrival at the Mestre bus station in plenty of time, we were told, with vague gesticulation, that our bus did not, in fact, leave from the station, but from the aforementioned deserted side street. By some miracle we managed to find the tiny “no parking” sign on this street marked “bus interregionali ed internazionali.”

Where we waited. And waited. On a cold, dark, damp, Italian evening.

By way of memorializing the wait, and distracting our increasingly frustrated Oliver, I recorded a short video:

Eventually the bus did arrive. With little pomp or circumstance. We showed the tickets I’d booked online. All was in order. And so we boarded.

The bus turned out to be a run from Florence to Sofia that was popular with itinerant workers from Bulgaria returning home. You cannot imagine a nicer bunch of people to travel with: as the bus sped through the night from Venice to Trieste to Ljubljana we shared food and, as best we could, stories with our fellow passengers.

We arrived in Ljubljana before midnight and made our way to our hotel; the next morning we awoke to a blanket of snow, quite a novelty after the soggy environs of Venice:

After 4 days in Croatia, we returned our rental car to Ljubljana and found all the snow gone, but the weather still mitten-worthy:

Oliver was in grade 3 that year, and had one in a series of teachers whose attitude about leaving school for periods of travel was, in essence, “he’s going to learn a lot more out there in the world than he will here in the classroom.” That was certainly true. Even if it did mean a long cold wait for the bus to Bulgaria. Or perhaps because of that.

GHG.EARTH from William Denton is…

a sonification of the most recent atmospheric CO₂ reading at Mauna Loa in Hawaii at the observatory run by the United States National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration.

See also SoundCloud + Pachube + Energy, my own dalliance in similar terrain.

If you’re looking for a weekend activity in the outdoors, a winter walk in the woods at the Brookvale Demonstration Woodlot can’t be beat. The main trail is groomed and very walkable, and the trail is just the right length.

The woodlot is just northeast of Brookvale Ski Park, on the opposite side of the road. It’s about 35 minutes drive from either Charlottetown or Summerside.

The road into the parking lot isn’t plowed, so you need to park on Rte. 13 and walk in (groomed as well). Just walk up the entrance road until you get to the end of the trail—you’ll see the sign—and then walk the trail backwards to the trailhead. Then turn around and walk back out. At a leisurely pace it will take you about 40 minutes.

It’s not clear whether it’s the Crapaud Community Hall that’s welcoming new ideas, or the Village of Crapaud itself. Regardless, I appreciate the sentiment.