Patrick Rhone, on being handy:

When it comes to technology, my knowledge largely comes from my lack of fear over trying new things and pressing buttons just to see what they do. My consulting clients ask me where I learned how fix that thing that they called me in for – even if I may not have encountered their specific issue before. I explain that the main thing is my lack of fear. That I’m willing to just try things to see if I can figure it out. Push buttons just to see what they do. And, in doing so, I can now fix that problem should I ever encounter it again.

If I have an employable skill, it is that.

From Holo:

The Cyanometer by Martin Bricelj Baraga is a monument to the blueness of the sky. It is inspired by the original cyanometer invented by Horace-Bénédict de Saussure in 1789. The Cyanometer is both a monument and software that periodically collects images of the sky.

While Apple Wallet doesn’t offer a native way to add a PEI library card—nor, indeed, anything other that credit, debit, and transit cards—the brilliant little free Pass4Wallet app can do it.

Just add a “Store” card, type your library card number (the app won’t scan the bar code), select type Codabar, and tap Add to Wallet.

I spent the better part of the afternoon at the Charlottetown Library. Some new things I learned:

• The Shed, the in-house coffee shop, serves something called a “Saigon Dirty,” which is: two shots of espresso, condensed milk, cardamom syrup, over ice. It’s a nice departure from the everyday coffee.
• Go to the librarian pod at the back of the library, show your library card, and they will hand you an Xbox controller, headphones, TV remote, and an Xbox game or two of your choice; walk over to the nearby Game Room and go wild. Why this isn’t completely filled all the time, I do not know. I played a good 30 minutes of Super Monkey Ball. 
• The wifi, although it requires passing through an every-time-you-connect annoying disclaimer, is well-implemented, very fast, and works everywhere in the building and on its patios.
• There are a lot of well-curated collections of books on stands surrounding the main librarian pod; I’ve found myself borrowing from them almost exclusively.
• A photo on your phone of your library card barcode scans just as well as the card itself. 

Eleven years ago I brought my car to Dave’s Service Centre for the first time.

The garage was on St. Peters Road back then, in a building long-since-demolished.

A year or two after that first visit—Dave had become my regular mechanic by that time—Dorothy joined him, running the front-of-house. Indeed, the move from St. Peter’s Road down to Belmont Street was precipitated by Dorthy’s insistence they find new space, after a concrete chunk of that original building fell off; she found the space on Belmont on Kijiji that same afternoon.

Dave and Dorothy helped me keep my 2000 VW Jetta on the road for almost 20 years. Every year that the Jetta carried on, we celebrated; it became a joint project to see how long we could keep it on the road.

When I purchased an electric car in 2019, I was afraid that I’d have to go elsewhere for service. But it turns out that the Kia Soul EV, mechanically, outside of the engine, is just a regular old Kia Soul. So I continue to take it to Dave and Dorothy for brakes, winter tires, yearly inspection.

This summer, as I was picking up my car after a brake job, and chatting with Dave and Dorothy, as I often do, Dorothy mentioned that they were getting married this weekend.

When I took Lisa‘s car back a few weeks later, Dorothy gave me an invitation to the wedding reception.

Dave and Dorothy are exceptional people: kind, honest, resourceful, good at explaining complicated things. They’re good businesspeople because they care about building long term relationships with their customers; it comes naturally to them.

So, of course, Lisa and I went to their wedding reception last night, down at the Merchantman. It was a great do: good food, friendly people, and a lot of love for Dorothy and Dave.

This being PEI, it turns out that Lisa and Dorothy are cousins, through the Uigg and Vernon River MacLeods. There was much family-connection-making, and I felt like I’d unlocked a new level of Islanderhood by simple proximity.

Congratulations to Dave and Dorothy on their wedding. I’ll be in for my MVI in a few weeks.

The airport at Barra, Scotland uses runways in the beach:

The beach is set out with three runways in a triangle, marked by permanent wooden poles at their ends, in directions 07/25, 11/29, 15/33. This almost always allows the Twin Otters that serve the airport to land into the wind. At high tide these runways are under the sea; flight times vary with the tide. Emergency flights occasionally operate at night from the airport, with vehicle lights used to illuminate the runway and reflective strips laid on to the beach.

(via this entertaining video about visiting Britain’s westernmost bus stop)

The Centennial group of car dealers sponsored a night at the drive-in, and Nissan Rogue-driving Lisa was invited.

Which Is how both L’s, Mike, Karen, and I ended up watching Cool Runnings under moonlit skies in Brackley tonight.

L-the-younger, who, at 11, had never been to the drive-in before, conjured up an implausible seating solution that involved an open hatchback and a lot of pillows. But it mostly worked. We ate an ungodly amount of unhealthy food. A good time was had by all.

Improv classes at the Haviland Club start back up for the fall next Monday, September 12, 2022:

Is it time to be creative and gain confidence from  learning about improv? HA Club Charlottetown Monday night classes start on Sept. 12, 7-9pm, Farringford House (The Haviland Club), Charlottetown. All levels of experience are welcome to attend. Must be 16 years of age and older. Book in advance with an email/payment to  lauriemurphy@marram.ca. Classes are $35 each or five for $150  - a $25 saving when paid in advance! Student showcases will be in October and December 2022.

You should join us.

Really, yes, you.

Last fall I was freshly down in the dumps about a possible relationship that ended abruptly, and in a particularly “fuck it, what’s the worst thing that could happen” state of mind. Following an ad in The Buzz, I got on my bicycle, rode down to the Haviland Club, and was still 50-50 on whether I’d bolt as I made my way up the stairs.

I am so, so glad I didn’t bolt.

What I found at the top of the stairs was, in Laurie Murphy, a kind and patient teacher of the art of improv, a fantastic and finely-honed combination of pusher, puller, cajoler and supporter.

This isn’t the “you’re going to be made fun of” improv of your nightmares, this is the “you will grow as a person in ways that you never thought possible” kind of improv. 

And the art isn’t just a “theatre thing”: the months I spent last year guided me to insights about all manner of things in my everyday life: how to run better meetings, how to work better with colleagues, how to be a better parent, and, most important and world-changingly, put me in the right frame of mind, a month after the first fateful class, to enter into a romantic relationship that has improv’s “yes, and…” baked into its very core.

You need not have any qualifications. You need never have done improv or anything like improv before. You don’t need to be a “jokey” person—indeed it’s likely better that you aren’t. 

What you will find next Monday, at the top of the same stairs that I ascended, is a dynamic merry band of friendly people engaged in a practice that, at its core, is about the exchange of gifts, a practice that is designed to make you look good and lift you up.

You’ll also find me, welcoming you.

Fuck it, what’s the worst thing that could happen.

This afternoon, while on a walk around the Dizzy Block with Olivia, I rented a curbside electric scooter from Epic Electric Scooters. It’s been years since electric scooters started to grace/pollute/block/enchant the streets of cities around the world; sometimes Charlottetown is early to adopt, sometimes late, and this was a case of the late.

Via the Epic app (downloaded from the App Store in advance), I located two scooters parked in front of the Holman Grand hotel:

Each had a “one size adjusts to fit all” helmet, which was a must-have for me, as who knew what might befall me, who’d had only a bad skateboard experience 45 years ago to base my abilities on.

Unlocking was as simple as scanning the QR code on the top of the scooter, waiting a second for it to be unlocked, and then taking off.

It seems dangerous folly to unleash untrained, unexperienced newbies like me on the naked streets of Charlottetown, but that’s what ensued: I rode around the block, figuring out balance and acceleration as I went.

My 3 minute and 42 second, 0.51 km ride cost me $2.15, which was, no argument, a worthwhile expenditure for experiencing what the to-do is about.

On the upside: the learning curve was very low, and I didn’t feel at all like I was going to fall off; it was more standup paddle board than windsurfer in this regard. The ride was smooth, and mildly thrilling, and I can imagine that owning a scooter and zipping around town would be lots of fun.

On the downside: it was challenging to make proper hand signals and maintain balance; the potholes of the Dizzy Block, while not epic in their depth, loomed a lot larger with the tiny scooter wheels under me; my credit card company flagged the rental charge as a possible fraud, and shut my card down until I acknowledged that the charge was indeed from me.

I’m not certain where or whether electric scooters fit into the responsible climate-friendly transportation network of the future, but I’m happy we now have the chance to find out in a low barrier-to-entry local way.

A return to sketching this morning, from the porch of the library. I haven’t picked up my sketchbook much this summer; it feels good to use these eyes again.