From a recent People & Blogs with Matt Webb:

Given your experience, if you were to start a blog today, would you do anything differently?

If I were to start a blog today, I would start an email newsletter. And that would be a mistake.

I agree. 

Although I published a tiny email newsletter for 6 years, and it was helpful in innumerable ways, my instrument is the blog, not the newsletter.

And yet I realize that not everyone (relatively speaking, let’s be honest, very few) have a toolchain set up to read blogs by RSS, as god intended.

And so, as a service to the travelling public, I’ve long supported subscribing to this blog by email, via a daily digest received on days when there are posts.

I originally did that using Feedburner, then MailChimp, and now, starting a few weeks ago, Buttondown.

The switch to Buttondown was triggered by MailChimp just, one, day breaking down and giving up, with no clear path to a diagnosis. I’d been reading the blog of Buttondown’s founder for awhile, and liked the cut of his jib, so I exported my 100-odd subscribers from MailChimp, imported them into Buttondown, and setup an RSS-to-Email pipeline. It was pretty painless.

Things haven’t been all rosy since then: after a day of successful operation, my Buttondown digest stopped sending, with items piling up in the queue. Support was friendly, but the path to a solution was slower than I would have liked. They worked hard to repair our relationship—harder, I imagine, than my $9/month fee warrants—and things seem to be working fine now (although there was a mysterious empty email that went out a few days ago that I’m waiting to hear about from support).

This is all to say: if you want to read the blog, but prefer the convenience of receiving it by email, feel free: subscribe right here.

In the season 7 episode of Billions, Original Sin, political consultant Bradford Luke walks into (billionaire and possible presidential candidate) Mike Prince’s office:

Prince: How do you have Leo McGarry-like walk in privileges before you’ve even taken the job? 

Luke: Walk with a true sense of purpose. No one ever stops you. 

The Leo McGarry reference is, of course, to The West Wing—another fictional universe—where Leo McGarry was President Bartlett’s Chief of Staff, and often walked in with exactly the same demeanour:

I love the fiction-to-fiction reference; Billions is rife with pop culture references, to an often absurd extend, but this one I love.

One of Charlottetown’s oldest businesses is set to close shortly. Taylor’s Jewellers, in Confederation Court Mall, has this sign up in its windows:

The business was founded in 1879, 146 years ago:

In 1879, jeweller, J.F. MacKay would sell his stock to G.H. Taylor. Taylor, who had recently arrived in Prince Edward Island from England, took over the building at 119-121 Grafton Street and divided it into two sections. Taylor operated a jewellery store from the eastern section and W.R. Boreham ran a shoe store from the western section. Taylor’s Jewellers would remain in the building for over 100 years. The business would move further into the Confederation Court Mall in the 1990s and continues to sell jewelry to this day.

Here’s an ad from the March 1, 1898 Guardian for the business:

Posted earlier today on their Facebook page:

It is with a heavy heart that we announce our store will be closing its doors for the final time on May 15th. 

After being part of this community since 1879, it’s hard to say goodbye.

We want to extend a heartfelt thank you to all our loyal customers who have supported us through the years. Your patronage has meant the world to us, and we’re truly grateful for the memories we’ve shared.

As we prepare for this next chapter, we’ll be offering special discounts and deals, so please stop by before we close. We hope to see you one last time.

Thank you for being part of our journey.

Meanwhile, just a hundred feet away, Blank Canvas, our local art supplies shop, is set to relocate from the corner of Prince and Water into the space in the mall last occupied by a party supply store, in the hallway that leads to Great George Street:

We’re regular customers at the shop; it’s so lovely to have a well-stocked shop like hers in the neighbourhood. It’s heartening that she’s found a secure new space, and it’s great for us that it’s still in the neighbourhood (40 m and one minutes walk farther from the current location, but we’re not complaining).

It is a CrossFit tradition to do burpees on your birthday, one for every year you’ve lived.

I got out of this last year, but today, working out with Lisa in Matt Cormier’s garage, it somehow came to pass that burpees-in-great-number were already on the docket, before my Saturday birthday was revealed to Matt.

So we did burpees-in-great-number, a 7 minute AMRAP. Both Lisa and I completed 64.

Mine were of various styles, relative to the reference burpee Matt performed, but I fell down, and got back up again, by whatever method, 64 times.

And I’m only turning 59!

From a New Yorker profile of actor Jeremy Strong by Michael Schulman:

As it turned out, “The Ballad of Jack and Rose” would change his life. The film, directed by Rebecca Miller, starred Miller’s husband, Daniel Day-Lewis, as an aging hippie living on an abandoned commune. Strong got himself hired as Day-Lewis’s assistant for the shoot, on Prince Edward Island. Day-Lewis was already legendary for his immersion techniques: staying in character between takes, building his own canoe for “The Last of the Mohicans.” He arrived in Canada early and helped the crew construct the commune houses, since his character would have built them. (After he botched a window installation, the crew assigned him a dining-room table.) During the shoot, Day-Lewis lived in his own cottage, away from his family. Since his character wastes away from a heart ailment in the course of the film, he starved himself, eating a meagre vegan diet, and became so emaciated that Miller was alarmed.

The Ballad of Jack and Rose was filmed in Rock Barra, PEI in 2003.

From a conversation between Rick Rubin of the poet David Whyte on Rubin’s Tetragrammaton podcast:

And then the last step I call harvest, and that’s the ability to bring in the harvest of everything you’ve been working towards.

Both in the sense of, it might be harvesting a profit, but harvest in the sense of when you’ve produced a piece, it’s making sure it gets out in the world, and that you’re there with it when it’s out. So that’s another kind of harvest. Then there’s the celebration which is associated with harvest.

So many places you’ve just achieved something really marvelous together, and a split second later the next day you’re on to something else. There’s no celebration, there’s no saying, let’s go out to dinner, let’s look at what we’ve done, let’s slap each other on the back, let’s just go out on the river on a boat for a day, and just say we did that, and we’re quite remarkable, and let’s just give it a rest for a moment before we turn our face enthusiastically to the next sowing. Then the real corollary of harvest though is, are you harvesting in the hours of the day in which you’re working, or are you working in a dynamic of conditionality?”

“I’ll get to my happiness when I’ve done this project. I’ll do what I really want when the kids are through school, when the house is paid off, when I’m in a better relationship, when I’ve got this amount of money in the bank, when I’m retired, and the ultimate conditionality is I’ll get to it when I’m dead. When all the responsibilities have gone.

So are you harvesting in the hours of the day in which you’re dedicating yourself? Because it’s not a passive process to work. You’re shaping an identity.

It’s like practicing. You think of most people in what we call ordinary jobs. There are no real ordinary jobs, but you’re working eight, nine, if you’re in leadership, 10, 11 hours a day.

Imagine if you practiced a musical instrument for eight, nine, 10 or 11 hours a day. Wouldn’t matter if you had any musical proclivity at all. You would become incredibly good at the clarinet, at the piano, at the saxophone.

So you’re becoming incredibly good at whoever you’re practicing at being in the hours of the day. So Harvest asks you to say, by the way I am in my every day, who am I practicing at becoming? Do I actually want to become that person?

(via SIX at 6).

The Logical Song was the lead single on Supertramp’s 1979 album Breakfast in America.

The only large-scale stadium rock show I’ve ever been to was Supertramp’s 1979 appearance at Exhibition Stadium in Toronto; I went with my friends Steve, Sam, and Tom. The Logical Song was on the bill.

Kathleen Edwards recorded a cover of the song for her new album Covers that’s rather compelling.

(Another worthwhile track from the Edwards’ new album is her cover of Paul Westerberg’s Only Lie Worth Telling).

Earlier this month Harry Holman posted A Whale of a Tale, an account of the 1857 discovery of a whale carcass in Tracadie Harbour, first published in The Islander:

At the present time a novel spectacle, an enormous Whale – 75 feet in length – is to be seen at the entrance of Tracadie harbor, it being one of the largest animals of which we have any certain information. The carcass was found floating at sea, and towed into the harbor on Monday the 3rd inst., and has become an interesting object. During the last ten days it has been visited by an immense concourse of people from every section of the Island, anxious to have the opportunity of seeing one of these mighty monsters of the deep, so rarely thrown upon our shores.

Harry included this sketch of the whale by Caroline Louisa Daly, Stranded Whale at Tracadie Harbour:

I immediately recognized Tracadie from my own early-COVID trip there in 2020, where I quickly sketched this:

Tracadie Harbour has evolved considerably, especially over the 168 years since the whale ended up there, and yet the feel of the place is much the same.

The label of each Swee kombucha bottle is an infographic showing its ingredients. Brilliant. Via 10+1 Things.

Lisa and I have been taking weekly theater courses, with the estimable Becca Griffin, at the old schoolhouse in Victoria. It’s fun, and enlivening, and we’ve chosen a scene to work up that’s going to stretch us.

While we were there last night, I found myself looking at the display of artifacts from the building’s past. Among them was this, awarding Heath MacQuarrie an “Advanced Certificate” in The MacLean Method of Writing in 1943:

To the uninitiated, this certificate might be regarded as a benign piece of history, but instead it’s a piece in a much larger jigsaw puzzle of Island history.

H.B. MacLean, signatory of MacQuarrie’s certificate, and the MacLean of The MacLean Method of Handwriting, taught at the selfsame Victoria School in 1905.

He later developed the eponymous method of teaching handwriting, in Victoria, BC starting in the 1920s:

Developed in Victoria by educator H. B. MacLean between 1921 and 1964, the MacLean method was used across Canada as the official handwriting method in schools, particularly in the Maritimes, parts of Quebec, Manitoba, and BC. 

Here’s an example from the MacLean materials:

As an aside, here’s my maternal grandmother’s recipe for gingerbread, in her own hand, likely written in the 1930s:

I asked my friend Ian Scott, a keen student of writing in general and the MacLean Method in particular, his opinion on whether there were signs of the Method in her writing, and he replied:

There is clearly the influence of HB MacLean to be seen in your grandmother’s handwriting. She clearly had developed a personal style, but some exact MacLean template letters in both her capitals and lower case letters. Her capital P and G would have gotten top marks from MacLean.

An additional aside from Ian, who’s nothing if not a polymath, on H.B. MacLean:

His great aunt was Ann “Nancy” Bovyer who married Henry Smith, the brother of the architect Isaac Smith and a partner in their construction firm. The Smith-Bovyer family eventually joined the groups who sailed away to New Zealand on the Prince Edward in 1859.

That is of interest to me, in particular, because for the last 25 years, I’ve lived in the Smith-Bovyer family home, built by them in 1827.

MacQuarrie, meanwhile, born in 1919 in Victoria, was a student at the Victoria School as a child, later returning as its principal from 1940-1942. As he relates in his autobiography, Red Tory Blues, the fall after he attained his Advanced Certificate in The MacLean Method,  MacQuarrie headed west:

Among the many efforts to get overseas in some capacity was an appeal to the YMCA International Service. This wasn’t successful but I did get an offer to join the staff of the YMCA in Winnipeg. In the early fall of 1943, I moved to Winnipeg to take up duties with the YMCA and to enrol at United College. My four years in Winnipeg in 1943-7 were happy. I learned a great deal as a staff member of the YMCA. My time at United College was rich and rewarding. A liberal arts college with a gifted faculty it also brought me enduring friendship . I was class president of both third- and fourth-year classes. I served a period as prime minister of the student model parliament - one of my ‘ministers’ was Sterling Lyon, later premier of Manitoba. And best of all I met Isabel Stewart.

Heath married Isabel Stewart 6 years later, 1949, and the couple remained in Manitoba until 1955, when his political ambitions began to stir:

So, as the year 1955 wore on, I found myself thinking more and more of getting into full political harness. There were possible opportunities on the provincial or federal scene in Manitoba, where I was now teaching. In my native Queens, the Progressive Conservatives would be finding a new standard-bearer for the next election. Nothing was certain by any means, but I had the feeling that it would be easier to gain a nomination in the West, but getting elected there might be harder.

They returned to MacQuarrie’s native Victoria and, in 1957, he was elected to Member of Parliament for Queens.  He served that riding—and in later years in the new Hillsborough riding—as MP for 22 years, until 1979 when he was appointed to the Senate, where he served for a further 15 years.

MacQuarrie’s appreciation for penmanship could perhaps be ascribed, in part, to having been schooled in one of the stops on H.B. MacLean’s educational journey. There are signs later in life, as well; in his autobiography he writes about Island politician John Myers:

I did get to know John Myers much better. In my years at Prince of Wales College 1933-5, he was helpful to me in my information seeking on current events, my favourite part of the school program. I remember his kindness in copying out longhand the names and full titles of all the cabinet ministers. In all my years in the House of Commons, I never had writing paper of the quality of the three or four vellum sheets which Mr Myers used. I can also say that I never filled a sheet with the splendid copperplate penmanship which he displayed. Sharp of tongue and mind always, he told me that the minister with the most initials behind his name was the one with the fewest brains in his head.

Along with Ian, and my friend Andrea Ledwell, we’ve been simmering the notion of a Wikipedia entry for H.B. MacLean. Coming across MacQuarrie’s certificate in the Victoria School prompts me to revisit that project, with hopes that soon he might be more recognized for his contributions to handwriting, penmanship, and Canada. Stay tuned.