I decided to move ahead to the next level of the S-train experience for my trip down to Valby this evening: taking my bicycle on the train. It turned out to be very simple: I bought one ticket for me (20 DKK), and another ticket for my bicycle (12 DKK):

When the train arrived on the platform, the first carriage had a huge image of a bicycle painted on its side, so it wasn’t hard to figure out which carriage was meant for me.

There is a cycleway that leads from just the other side of the Bispebjerg S-train station down to Nørrebrogade and then across to the end of Jægersborggade. I cycled the route with GPS running this afternoon on my way back from shopping (I bought bread a Katz Kitchen) and you can see my route here.

Along the way I encountered a piece of public art seeming custom-tailored for me: it’s a large paved mound about 25 feet across with its latitude and longitude painted on it in big block letters:

It must be a relatively new installation, as it doesn’t show up in Google or Yahoo Maps nor in Google Earth.

It’s Sankt Hans here in Denmark tonight. I’m busy learning the tune to Vi elsker vort land so as to be able to hold my own at the bonfires. Around supper time I’m headed down to Valby to join Olle and Luisa and Luisa’s family and friends. We love our country.

Nokia announces the acquisition of Plazes. I’m obviously a fan of both.

Sadly, George Carlin has died at 71. It was only Friday that I was thinking that I needed to dig up A Place for My Stuff — I was headed over to Malmö with a backup with a subset of my stuff (“now what stuff do I bring?!”).

Of course the routine that Carlin was known most for was “Seven Words You Can Never Say On Television.” Apparently you still can’t say these words on TV; witness this cowardly segment on CNN:

“A word for excretion.” What brave journalism.

The audacious monkey known as Curious George in Canada is known as Peter Pedal here in Denmark:

The Man with the Yellow Hat, however, retains his identity as Manden Med Den Gule Hat.

I’m not one for the scripty type, but the letters on this house sign are just beautiful:

About a month ago Oliver and I had a few hours to kill on a Saturday afternoon. So I fired up the GarageBand, patched the audio gear in, brought in a bed track, and let Oliver have at it. I added some background vocals, did some light remixing, and this is the result. Perhaps only because I’m his father and love him dearly (and am very far away as I write), but listening to this brings a smile to my face every time.