To be clear, there actually is a need to get vaccinated.

The (other) Guardian’s Corrections and clarifications section is among my favourite destinations to check daily, made easier by being available as an RSS feed.

Two musical gems from yesterday:

• Despite what you have been singing in the shower, the first line of Culture Club’s Karma Chameleon is “Desert loving in your eyes all the way”, not “There’s a loving in your eyes all the way” as we had it (Pass notes 4,278, 5 May, G2, page 3).
• In an interview, Green Gartside described the brightness of Joni Mitchell’s musical ascent as pyrotechnic and her vocal runs as melismatic. Mistranscriptions rendered these as “psychedelic” and “melodramatic” (‘She took off like a rocket’, 22 June, G2, page 8).

Another runner in the night.

Prince Edward Island is missing Miꞌkmaq-language place names on OpenStreetMap, something easily resolved using this list from the Miꞌkmaq Confederacy.

Here’s how.

Go to OpenStreetMap.org and search for the English-language place name. Say, Beech Point:

Click on the search result, and then Edit (creating an OpenStreetMap account in the process, if you don’t already have one).

Scroll down to the “Tags” section and click the “+”, and then enter name:mic for the tag name, and the Miꞌkmaq name as the value:

Click the “upload” button (upward-pointing arrow) in the top-right corner of the map, and add a note indicating what you entered, and click Upload.

As you go along, you can use this Overpass Turbo link to see the list of Miꞌkmaq names already added:

Via Clark I learned about The Shed a few weeks ago. I made my first visit this afternoon and had an exceptional macchiato. 

It’s located in a corner of the Royal Canadian Legion building on Pownal Street. It’s as close to a Berlin-style third wave “coffee, coffee and more coffee” coffee shop, with a tiny roaster in the corner and owners who are obviously coffee-talented.

Camera phone hack: shoot in panorama mode, but vertically. The iPhone, at least, is smart enough to figure out what you’re doing. And the vertical is often a lot more interesting that the horizontal. 

Here’s the back yard at 100 Prince Street last night about an hour before sunset:

Evidence of the runway that Ethan the Dog used to bound off the back deck and into yard is still evidence, but nature is gradually sprouting it back to life.

Three years ago I installed brochure holders in the Charlottetown Boulder Park. I’m happy to say they’re still there, and, as of yesterday, refilled with brochures.

This spring Olivia was asked to name her “happy place,” a place she could go in her mind when she needed to invoke a sense of peace. She named Natuurcamping De Hoge Veluwe, the Dutch campground we stayed 7 years ago this week.

This happened to be exactly the same happy place that I’d chosen when led through a similar exercise.

I suppose this shouldn’t come as a surprise to either of us: 2014 was our last great summer with Catherine, and our time at De Hoge Veluwe fell in the heart of that. Combine that with a pastoral campsite, free bicycles, hot chocolate for breakfast and Van Gogh for lunch, and, yes, happy place.

Olivia and I undertook our most ambitious cycle journey yet, cycling from our house, across the Hillsborough Bridge, and into deepest Stratford to have supper at the Fox Meadow golf club. Return trip was about 12 km, and, despite the steep grade up Kinlock Road to Fox Meadow, we cycled there and back with no problems.

Well, no cycling problems.

As we were arriving at the golf club a party was leaving the restaurant and one of the men made a sexist, transphobic comment to Olivia. Which happened to be her first since she came out.

He was probably a little drunk, and golf clubs are not known as beacons of enlightenment, but sexism and transphobia are wrong. Period. No matter the state of the asshole, no matter the venue.

Our supper—lacklustre food, excellent service, great view—was thus taken up with a survey course in discrimination, with Olivia doing most of the talking.

Fortunately, on the cycle home (after stopping at Sobeys for the first strawberries of the year), we overheard the musical stylings of Todd E. MacLean at The Lucky Bean, doing a benefit for Blooming House.

So, of course, we stopped, made a donation (you can too!), enjoyed some cocoa and Sinatra, and appreciated extra-especially the pride flag flying out front.

Thanks to the indefatigable Ken Murnaghan, the Island’s greatest advocate for bicycle helmet wearing, Olivia and I enjoyed two Truckin’ Roll ice creams this afternoon.

If Ken spots you wearing yours, maybe he’ll surprise you with an ice cream too. Way better than a carrot!