Air Canada has a special on to Maui (in Hawaii): $468 from Halifax. Pay $212 more and you can go from Charlottetown. Oddly, it’s $530 Toronto and Montreal, which, if memory serves, are closer to Maui than Halifax.

Deal expires April 22.

Hewlett-Packard goes after the quilting market. We are a world of a billion niche markets.

A lot of the work we do involves image resizing — taking JPEGs that users submit on a web form, for example, and making a thumbnail.

We’re currently using the convert application, part of ImageMagick, to do this under Linux, but we’re finding that it’s rather slow and processor-intensive.

Perhaps this is simply an inately slow and processor intensive process, but I’m wondering if others can suggest alternative Linux applications or utilities that we should look at.

A little-explored branch of the Reinvented universe is the Reinvented Online Store. Fabulously unsuccessful (we have sold a grand total of nothing in three years!), I nonetheless continue to hold on to the notion that, someday, someone will buy something.

To spur this on, I’ve redesigned all of the products this evening. They now sport the bold headline i am reinvented, with the Reinvented logo riding underneath.

Perfect giftware for friends and family in a rut — “Dear Sis, I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so here’s a lovely lunchbox to cheer you up. Reinvented yourself! Love Bobby.”

There’s TED, the conference. And now there’s Ted, the airline.

The airline is United’s low-cost answer to Delta’a low-cost Song.

The name, apparently comes from United.

This effectively prevents me from starting a low-cost version of Reinvented. Unless I come up with another name. Perhaps Rein. Or Ven.

My family’s roots, on both sides, are in northern Ontario. My mother was born in Cochrane, my father in Fort William (now part of Thunder Bay). While my father’s parents came south in the 1940s, my grandparents on my mother’s side lived in Cochrane all their lives, and when I was young we would drive up Highway 11 to visit them once or twice a year.

Highway 11 is really just Yonge Street in Toronto. It just keeps on going and going and going, through North Bay, up to Cochrane, where it ends.

Along the way, you pass through Cobalt which, in addition to being the home of the band Grievous Angels (here’s a really, really poor fidelity song from their first album) is also home to the Highway Book Shop.

This bookstore formed my original conception of what a bookstore was. It’s where I bought my first book (a biography of Amelia Earhart; my father tore a strip out of me for buying a book that “I could have checked out of the library”). The store is a huge, rambling building. Filled with books. New, used, and ones that they’ve published themselves.

If you are driving by Cobalt — and driving by Cobalt is something every Canadian should do once in their life — you should set aside half a day for a visit to the bookshop.

If you can’t make it to Cobalt, you can buy their books online from ABE.

Hope Paterson blogs about food. Great stuff. [via Robert, her dad]

We have been providing web support to the Electoral Boundaries Commission of Prince Edward Island. One of the interesting facets of the Commission’s website is that the audio of all of the public meetings is available online.

Here’s a brief outline of how this worked.

The audio technicians at Multimedia Services plug a Sony digital sound recorder into their PA system, and record the entire proceedings. They convert the proprietary Sony-format file into a standard Windows WAV file, burn it on CD-ROM, and pass it along to me.

I load the WAV file into QuickTime Pro and split it up into individual files for each speaker.

Using the AT&T Natural Voices Demo, I prepare a spoken introduction to each speaker’s presentation (this lets the audio file stand on its own, separate from the website, if needed). I save this as a WAV file from the QuickTime browser plug-in, then add it to the speaker’s audio file in QuickTime Pro.

I export each speaker’s audio file as an AIFF file (22 kHz, 16 bit, mono), then load all of the AIFF files into iTunes where I add textual information (which will become ID3 tags), convert the files to 24 kbps mono MP3 file, and export.

The files then get uploaded to the Commission’s website, entries are added to the database of audio submissions, and the page for each individual meeting, as well as the index of all submissions gets automatically updated.

Peter Kormos is the NDP member for Niagara Centre in the Legislative Assembly of Ontario. He’s also former Minister of Consumer Affairs in the ill-fated Ontario NDP government.

Earlier today, my cerebral friend Gary called into question my use of the phrase “tinker’s damn” in this morning’s post about bootleggers. I pointed here to justify my use and spelling. Gary’s research suggested I was on the wrong track.

Surely there could be no greater authority on this matter than the selfsame Peter Kormos, who, on June 12, 2001, make the following statement in the Legislature (recorded in full in this Hansard):

I used the phrase yesterday in my discourse from my position here in the House. I explained the etymology of “tinker’s dam,” which is spelled d-a-m. I’ll repeat the etymology of the phrase “tinker’s dam” — I know you’ll be interested — because I might, as a matter of fact I’m confident, I’ll use that phrase this evening.

In days gone by, tinkers went around from village to village repairing pots. They were tin pots. The pots were worn through. You got holes in the pots. There’s a hole in the bucket. The tinker literally built a dam of wet bread around the hole. When he poured the molten tin to fill the hole, the wet bread acted as a dam around the hole so that the tin wouldn’t spread across the whole base of the pot. The phrases “tinker’s dam” and “not worth a tinker’s dam” speak to the rather less than best quality of those tinkers who would use but bread for that dam when the molten tin was poured in to fill the hole. So “not worth a tinker’s dam” and “to not give a tinker’s dam,” as the tinker didn’t when he was soldering or retinning that pot, means to care little — t-i-n-k-e-r-‘-s d-a-m, as in Hoover Dam.

I’m convinced: it’s dam, not damn. Gary and Peter are right.

When you create websites like this, you are, in effect, saying “screw you, web.” Flash websites don’t get indexed, so their content is neither world, nor wide, nor web.

This isn’t television.