In February I made a written submission to government on its Modernize the Freedom of Information and Protection of Privacy Act paper.

Today I received a letter requesting my views on releasing my submission, itself now a subject of a Freedom of Information request:

The Department of Justice and Public Safety has received this request under the Act:

• “All input submitted during the public consultations on the Freedom of Information and Protection of Privacy Act from November 2, 2017 to March 31, 2018”

We are considering disclosing records that pertain to your business. A copy of the information is attached to this letter. We would appreciate your views regarding disclosure of this information.

My reply was simply:

I have no objection to my submission being released.

It is already public and online at:

https://ruk.ca/content/modernize-freedom-information-and-protection-privacy-act

I assume that my reply is now itself a record subject to future FOIPP requests. So the tail can again eat itself in another round.

There is a gathering of people and their doodles this Saturday, June 23, 2018, at the PEI Humane Society’s dog park. It’s both a fundraiser for the Humane Society and a social gathering for people and dogs.

For the uninitiated, doodles are crossbred poodles. Labradoodles. Goldendoodles. And so forth.

As we’ve been asked, of Ethan (not a doodle), “oh, is he a doodle?” roughly a billion times since he came into our lives, we have some familiarity with the dogs and their obsessive passionate humans.

While simply a standard poodle, Ethan has some apricot in his ears, and that prompts doodle-afficianados to flights of fancy. Fortunately, Ethan’s role in Oliver’s life is, in part, to be an entrée to conversation, so this is not a bad thing.

I know about the Romp because I phoned the Humane Society last week to inquire whether their dog park, long closed for renovations, was due to open any time soon. They told me that all that was holding things up was some fencing, and that the fence supplier had been given the Doodle Romp as an immovable deadline.

I received assurances that, should we bring Ethan (not a doodle) to the Doodle Romp, we would not be turned away.

Were Oliver not so averse to committing acts of fraud, I’d try to pull off a “yes he is!”, but we’ll have to play it straight.

This video introduction to LoRaWAN, in addition to being a great introduction to LoRaWAN, is also a great introduction to the ins and outs of sending data by radio. The explanation of the “link budget” was particularly helpful.

While we’re on the topic of (delightful | creepy) computer-assisted lifestyle logistics, I’ve just taken advantage of a feature that I’m pretty sure has been part of the Mac Mail application for a long time, it’s ability to automatically parse out appointments from arbitrary text and allow me to add them to my calendar:

This was almost nothing but helpful.

Google is rolling out a lot of updates to its text messaging suite this month; most recent is the appearance of context-sensitive suggested replies.

In this case it did a good job: its suggested replies were very close to what I actually replied, manually.

The The 24th Annual Fred Eaglesmith Charity Picnic, coming up in August, includes both a pie auction and a pickle contest. As well as music from Fred Eaglesmith and his retinue. The mind boggles.

Fred Eaglesmith fun fact: his song I Shot Your Dog was written about Catherine. Who did.

I have the benefit of having, in my friend Andrea Ledwell, a design-focused Toronto concierge who never steers me wrong.

On last week’s trip to the city, Andrea again showed her expertise, first by guiding us to the delightful FIKA Café in Kensington Market, where I enjoyed an iced coffee spiced with cardomom bitters and mint, and where Oliver, Andrea and I passed a very pleasant few hours in the early summer afternoon catching up.

From FIKA we walked to Wonder Pens on Clinton Street, a store after my own heart that evokes the best stationery shops in Berlin.

Along with ink cartridges and some glassine envelopes, I purchased a pad of “map paper” from the Japanese studio drop around:

It’s an inventively-crafted tool that comes with a handy guide to its use on the inside front cover. And exactly the kind of object I strive to create. Be sure to check out drop around’s range of paper goods in its web shop; excellent food for thought.

Between our house at 100 Prince Street and our neighbours toward the water at 98 Prince Street is our driveway and, on their side of the property line, a strip of sidewalk that leads to their backyard.

When we bought the house in 2000 our asphalt driveway was already in sorry shape, and in the years since it has only gotten worse, due a combination of freeze-thaw action, our car parking on it, and the occasional piece of heavy equipment driving over it.

We’ve been talking to our neighbours Karen and Angus about doing something about the driveway for a couple of years, and Angus, an engineer, perfectionist, and great lover of the neighbourhood, took it upon himself to adopt this as his personal mission this summer.

Over the last 3 days, Angus and his son Henry, and Henry’s friend Jacob, have, through sheer strength of will and back, turned the former asphalt driveway into rubble, leaving us with a fresh canvas for a new poured-concrete creation that Angus has fixed in his imagination.

Before the concrete gets poured, we’re going to have a mason in to look at the also-crumbling brickwork that makes up the top 2 feet of our foundation, but that should be (we hope) quick work, and, assuming Angus maintains his frenetic pace, we should be parking on a new driveway by month’s end.

Until last week, I’d conflated William Lyon Mackenzie and William Lyon Mackenzie King, despite them occupying different centuries. I wasn’t entirely off-base, as the former is the latter’s grandfather. And both played an important role in the political life of Canada. But: two people, not one.

This all came into sharp focus a week ago today when, passing through Queenston while from Niagara-on-the-Lake to Niagara Falls, we came to a sign pointing to the Mackenzie Printery. I immediately veered left, recalling that this was the site of an important part of Canada’s printing history, and a collection of historic printing equipment to boot.

I was not disappointed: the Mackenzie Printery is the restored home and office of William Lyon Mackenzie (the elder of my conflation), a young Scot who immigrated to Canada at 25. He went on to found the Colonial Advocate, a important element in the march toward responsible government in Canada.

The Printery celebrates Mackenzie’s early life, and the art of letterpress printing, and a visit includes a couple of hands-on printing exercises that allows one to get a feel for metal type and the process of printing on a common press. Here’s my mother setting her name:

The story of the Colonial Advocate itself is an interesting one. Issue № 1, which the Printery sells reprints of, lists the members of its initial mailing list, which included the Marquis La Fayette and the President of the United States. The balance of the issue is the report of a coroner’s jury about the accidental death (or was it!?) of one Colonel Nichol. Despite the 194 years since it was published, it’s a gripping read.

The Colonial Advocate started life in Queenston but moved, with Mackenzie, to Toronto, where its offices were the scene of the 1826 raid, by forces tied to Ontario’s ruling oligarchs, of the newspaper’s offices and the subsequent dumping of the paper’s type into Lake Ontario. This attack came to be known as the “Types Riot,” and Mackenzie’s blow-by-blow deconstruction of the events is fascinating. It includes a lovely map of the area surrounding the office (which you can better situate if you compare it to this 1827 map of the city)

Two days later, Oliver and I found ourselves with a day to ramble around Toronto, and our travels took us to the same “Market Square” pictured in the map (the current site of St. Lawrence Market) and then up George Street to Adelaide Street (then known as Duke Street) to the site of Toronto’s First Post Office, now a post office again, and the site of a small museum of postal and local history. Where, as it happens, we found a sketch of William Lyon Mackenzie and a brief paragraph about how his advocacy included concerns about the corruption of the mails.

From the post office, we walked along Adelaide to Church, up Church to Dundas, and along Dundas to Bond, where we visited Mackenzie House, the townhouse where William Lyon Mackenzie lived at the end of his life. Between his early days in Queenston, beyond his publishing activities, Mackenzie declared an independent Republic of Canada on Navy Island in the Niagara River, served in the Legislature, was the first mayor of Toronto, staged the failed Upper Canada Rebellion, lived in exile in the USA, and served in the Legislative Assembly again.

Mackenzie House, beyond its interpretation of Mackenzie and the life of his family, presents a tableau of mid-19th century middle class life in Toronto. We had an excellent tour guide to show us the house and to explain Mackenzie and his times, especially how his family fit into the social framework of the city. In the modern addition at the back of the property is a very complete print shop–another homage to Mackenzie’s life as a printer–where we saw a school group busy at work learning the basics of setting type and printing.

The master bedroom of the house is on the top floor of the house and it’s where Mackenzie died in 1861. While his actual bed is no more the nightstand beside it was his own, and room had a palpable feel of historical importance to it.

We didn’t go to Ontario to seek out William Lyon Mackenzie, but I’m so glad that he found his way into the fabric of our travels; he deserves more veneration than he’s received as a Canadian pioneer of printing, publishing and politics.

Riverview Country Market. On now. What a day!