Just in case it’s escaped your attention, Master of None, on Netflix, is exceptional television. Recommended.

Oliver runs down his Victoria Day Pros and Cons.

Province House is encircled by metal fencing now, and the renovations, which are really more a “disassembly and reassembly,” are well-underway. So I sat on the park bench in front of the Union Bank Building across the street and tried to capture some of what’s going on.

I needed to make holes in paper, but I didn’t have a hole punch here in the office.

So I found a model of a hole punch on Thingiverse and printed one for myself. It took 4 hours to print, and it looked like this when it was finished:

It created unsatisfyingly messy holes in paper–more like gashes than holes really:

The “spring” action, however, is very satisfying, and I will see if I can take some of the ideas from the typical metal hole punch and come up with a modified version that might create more hole-like holes.

Because sometimes just staying afloat and moving forward is what you need:

“Undaunted is a terrible boat, but he is a great storm shelter. A sailing capsule ready for the worst and also able to do the easy part, sailing in a straight line.”

File this under “ways in which sailing can be a metaphor for life.” See also Sopranino.

My daily routine now includes 30 minutes of sketching every morning, between dropping Oliver off at school and arriving in the office. It’s a good way to start the day, and it gives me an excuse to grab a cup of tea and then sketch the place I picked it up at.

This morning it was Casa Mia. I’m proud of the way I captured the pop-outs on the third floor, and less proud of the way I didn’t capture the recessed entrance. I’m probably still a little obsessive about literally rendering bricks (as opposed to capturing a sense of them), and I’d still like to get better at windows, especially at giving a sense of what’s behind them.

You may recall my experiments logging the temperature and humidity here in the Reinventorium a few summers back. With Anne & Gilbert season about to launch, and spring in the air, it seemed like a fine opportunity to fire things back up publish the office weather report again. Here’s this week’s office temperature so far:

I’m logging this, as before, with a DHT22 temperature and humidity sensor strapped to a Raspberry Pi running Node-RED. Beyond weather-curiosity, I’m using this as a chance to experiment with MQTT and The Things Network, inspired in part by my friend Ton’s participation in an effort to measure his new city. I’m still trying to grok the building blocks of MQTT–trying to sort out which way is “down” and which way is “up”–and once I do I should have an topic on The Things Network that you can subscribe to.

It’s the first sweaterless of spring. I celebrated with a cup of tea opposite the office with sketchbook in hand. Angles; it’s all about angles.

CBC News reports:

Catching distracted drivers is easy because they are distracted, say police.

A petard, by the way, is “a small bomb made of a metal or wooden box filled with powder, used to blast down a door or to make a hole in a wall.” If your petard blasts you down, something’s gone horribly wrong.

If you’re looking for a way to take Google Assistant for Android and iPhone out for a ride today, just say “OK Google, ask Farmer’s Almanac about today” to try out the new feature we’ve been working on for the past few weeks, a brief daily update.