Left Charlottetown later yesterday afternoon on what seemed like an endless Dash 8 flight to Montreal (I understand why they invented jet planes). Glided through U.S. Customs pre-clearance on a cloud (it’s much, much, much faster to go through on a Sunday night than on a Monday morning).

Walked the entire length of the international terminal to Gate 87 to catch my micro-flight to Hartford, Connecticut and found half a dozen others waiting. Our departure time came and went. Ten minutes after we were to be in the air a harried gate agent showed up and we found that the original gate agent was MIA and the air crew were trapped on the other side of the security doors, unable to do anything.

The “air crew” on the tiny Beechcraft plane was the captain and co-pilot cum flight attendant. The best part of the flight was the taxi to the runway with the cockpit doors open coming up right behind a giant British Airways jet; otherwise it was about an hour in the air and uneventful.

Bradley Airport in Hartford has taken a page from the Hamilton, Ontario airport design book: drab, featureless and confusing. It was additionally full of shifty-looking types.

I expected the Hertz counter to be as deserted as every other stop on my trip. I was wrong: for some reason everyone was waiting in line there, and I stood in line for about 15 minutes. Fortunately my time in line allowed me to overhear someone at the counter being handed the keys to a Toyota Prius. As I’ve tried and failed to find someone to rent me a Prius for several years, when I got to the counter I asked if I could swap out my Subaru for a Prius. Initially it looked like this wasn’t going to happen; fortunately an eagle-eared clerk next door tracked one down for me, and so five minutes later I was in the future, trying to figure out how to power the thing on.

I figured it out (key fob in slot, press Power button — easy). And then spent another five minutes navigating through the dashboard computer, figuring out how to tune the radio and defrost the windows. The 121 mile drive from Hartford to Peterborough, NH took me through Massachusetts and Vermont, making for travel through two provinces and four states in the space of an evening. The drive was very, very foggy — “can’t see the centre line” foggy at times. But I took it slowly, and didn’t have to do much navigating, as it was mostly a straight shot up Interstate 91 and east on Route 9 to Keene, then Route 101 to Peterborough.

I arrived at the venerable Jack Daniels Motor Inn at exactly 1:00 a.m. and fell almost instantly to sleep.

Gas mileage for this leg: 47.7 miles per gallon. Meaning that it cost me about $5.60 in gas to get here. More on the Prius as we get to know each other.

Two new transit routes start in Monday, March 13, 2006 here in Charlottetown.

Route #5, the “Around Town Loop,” is a reconfiguration of the old “Senior’s Bus” that pre-dated the new transit system. It’s now available to everyone. As the name suggests, it runs in a loop around the city, starting at the Confederation Centre of the Arts and ending at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, then going back the other way. I’ve updated the Interactive Charlottetown Transit Map with this new route’s route, stops and schedule information (you can grab the updated source if you’re playing the home game). Note that this route only runs Monday through Friday.

Route #6, the “Up Town, Across Town, Downtown” route, is a new route that runs at “certain times of the day for added customer service” (so says the schedule). Because it’s a somewhat more complex new addition — it’s really actually five distinct special purpose runs rather than a distinct route unto itself — I’ve not had a chance to add it to the map yet; I do expect it to be there within a week, however. In the meantime, a PDF schedule is available from the City of Charlottetown.

By the way, I asked my contact at Trius Tours about the odd-looking non-trolley buses branded “The Classic” and “The Caboose.” Have no fear — these are regular (if oddly branded) transit buses, and you may find situations where they’re running on routes normally served by the trolleys.

A couple of weeks ago, right in the middle of a big Elections PEI data entry session, Oliver got a button stuck up his nose. Catherine took him to the hospital, they took it out, and by the time I got home later that night the episode was over save for some stern fatherly “you should never put anything in your nose Ever Again!” After which the matter has not been spoken of.

Well, tonight I went upstairs to go to bed, iPod and earphones in hand to let me drift off to sleep listening to the dulcet tones of Adam Curry. I lay me down to sleep, popped the earphones in (the Shure e2c’s I mentioned here). And then things went horribly wrong.

Somehow one of the rubbery things that slide over the end of the e2c’s and form a tight seal in the ear became dislodged. By the time I realized what had happened, said rubbery thing had been pushed far enough into my ear canal that I couldn’t pop it out.

Low-grade panic set it. I called Catherine and out came the tweezers and the high-powered spotlights.

But try as she might, Catherine couldn’t get the tweezers to latch. And so, mindful of the dangers of permanent hearing loss due to accidental tweezer jab, I reconciled myself to a trip to the emergency room at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital.

Luckily I hit the QEH on a slow night, and with only three people in front of me, I only had two hour wait. I managed to watch most of Bonnie & Clyde on the CBC, read the front section of The Guardian and made it halfway through the “my most embarrassing teen moments” article from a 1999 issue of YM magazine before my name was called.

As chance would have it, my friendly ER doc turned out to be none other than the famous Dr. Chris Lantz, brother of Rob and occasional commenter here on the blog. After an initial trip into the ear, Chris proclaimed my stuck earphone thingy “one of the most challenging foreign ear bodies” he’d ever seen. I beamed with pride.

After a brief pause to requisition a high-powered ear scope, he was back in, and the rubbery thing was out 10 seconds later. I felt like a lion with thorn removed from my paw (which means, I think, that I now owe Dr. Chris Lantz three wishes; or something like that).

I fully expect to get a good dose of “don’t put things in your ears Ever Again” from Oliver in the morning. I’m counting on his underdeveloped sense of irony to pull me through.

In the computer programming world when we speak of dependencies we mean “stuff that you have to install first, after which you can install what you really need.” So you want to install the “GrappleGrommit for Perl” module, but to be able to run that, you need to first install the “GrappleGrommit Enabler” module and the “XML for GrappleGrommit” module. These are the dependencies.

Sometimes — and often in an infuriating way — you run into a situation where two things are dependent on each other. Or where the “chain of dependencies” seems infinite (“to install A you must first install B; to install B you must first install C; and so on”).

I’ve been hitting real world dependencies recently. Oliver needs a new passport (hard to believe, given that he’s only 5 years old). To get a new passport you need a birth certificate. Which Oliver has. Except he doesn’t have the right kind of birth certificate: although the kind he has — a wallet sized model — was sufficient to obtain his first passport, for some reason he now requires a “suitable for framing” model, one that lists my name and Catherine’s as his parents.

So I had to trudge in the sleet and snow this morning to the Charlottetown Vital Statistics Office where, for $42 (which included a $7.50 “rush” fee), I applied for the new-fangled super certificate. And then returned four hours later to pick it up. The woman I dealt with was extremely friendly, and it all went off without a hitch.

Fortunately, I was the only dependency for obtaining a new certificate — I just had to fill out an application form, show some photo identification, hand over the $42 and we were in.

As I type Oliver’s second try at getting the new passport is Expressposting its way to Gatineau.

Sidenote one: on the envelope used to mail in the passport application, there’s no province listed for Gatineau, suggesting that it’s some trans-provincial virtual place that’s neither in Quebec nor Ontario. Although its postal code starts with K, indicating Ontario parentage.

Sidenote two: when I applied for my U.S. passport, I had to first apply for a Social Security card. Fortunately by the time I did so, getting one was no longer dependent on registering for Selective Service (aka “the draft”), so I didn’t have to sign up for a possible tour of duty. My U.S. passport expires in 2009; I can’t imagine what sort of post-9/11 hoops it will take to get it renewed from Charlottetown. I suspect several trips to Bangor will again be required.

The number of our friends who are taking “one last trip” with their kids this year — one last trip before their oldest child goes off to university — has now reached 4. I’m sure there are more. So far there are two Italys, a Scotland and a Greece. This makes me realize that the vast majority of people I know are 15 years older than I am.

Frank Gehry has designed a new hotel in Elciego, Spain: Hotel Marqués De Riscal. It opens on July 1, 2006. It looks stunning.

You can find photos and construction notes here (in Spanish).

Elciego is midway between Bilbao and Zaragoza, two of my favourite places. It may be time to take the next journey on the “Frank Gehry tourism cavalcade” that’s previously taken us to Prague (Fred and Ginger), Bilbao (Guggenheim) and Seattle (EMP).

I’ve spent one of those frustrating “searching lots of different airline websites to piece together a trip” days. It’s like walking on a constantly shifting desert: not only are the websites often abysmally designed, but fitting together flights from disparate airlines so that they match up is always exhausting.

After a day of surfing through trans-Atlantic flights running anywhere from $800 to $1500, I stumbled across an excellent US Airways flight from Boston to Dublin. And booked it:

That’s $1161 CDN for three people, all taxes and fees in. That’s cheaper than getting from Charlottetown to, well, anywhere, in an airplane.

As I have to be in New England anyway to visit Yankee, we’ll be driving down to catch the flight, which is somewhat inconvenient, but worth saving $2000 for.

Dublin is attractive to us not as a destination (although I’m sure it’s very nice) but rather primarily as Ryanair’s hub: from Dublin we can get almost anywhere for next to nothing.

The tail end of this trip will take us to Copenhagen for reboot 8 (word on the street is that the reboot wiki is being skinned as we speak); otherwise, we’re currently scheming for what else we’re going to do.

Must stand up from keyboard now.

There is some small quirk in my makeup that has rendered me somewhat obsessed with numeric patterns and cooincidence.

For example, I delight in the fact that Oliver’s birthday is October 1, 2000. Both because that’s 011000 or 100100 or 001001 depending on how you slice and dice, and because it means that it will always be easy to know how old he is at any given point in his life — 34 in 2034, etc.

For a similar reason (I think), I appreciate that our house is at 100 Prince St. Somehow it wouldn’t be the same if we were at 99 or 101. I like living at 50 Great George St. too, and somehow never got comfortable with 1360 Kingston Rd.

I have a friend who was born in 1933. I was born in 1966. The year she turned 66, I turned 33.

And just yesterday I found the following calculation tacked to the bulletin board at the uptown Formosa Tea House:

Of course Google is all over this, but I still found a bit of comfort in knowing that this is true.

Interlude is closing between March 24 and May 18 to give the owner time for a much deserved vacation. We’ll have to find an alternative location for Gung Bao Thursdays.

If you are thinking of traveling to Europe this spring or summer, here are a couple of resources I’ve stumbled across over the past weeks that are somewhat hidden from view:

• Canadian Affair has charter flights from Halifax to London.
• Zoom Airlines has similar Halifax to London flights, and they seem to be about the same price as Canadian Affair’s.
• German airline Condor has charter flights from Halifax to Frankfurt (at least in theory; they have a horrible search engine and I couldn’t actually find the actual flights).
• US Airways has incredibly cheap flights from Boston to Dublin (and Ryanair can get you from Dublin to almost anywhere on the cheap).
• Many of the flights on sale right now at Air Canada, including those to London, require flying before April 4. However certain European destinations like Frankfurt, Berlin and Copenhagen allow flying up to May 18.