One of the big practical challenges of leaving home for 6 weeks as we did earlier this year is figuring out how to pay the bills: who wants to come home to find the car repossessed and the electricity cut off?

As it turns out, it was a lot easier than I thought it would be.

On the business front I made sure that there were signed cheques in place to cover the corporate income tax and payroll remittance bills — the two unforgiving federal “we will charge you more penalties than you can possibly believe” bills. [[Johnny]] helpfully made sure the checks went to the right place at the right time.

At home, I paid all the outstanding bills the day before we left on May 8th, made our property tax bill payment online on May 31st, and paid our credit card balances online too as we traveled.

While there was a giant pile of mail waiting for us when we arrived back home on June 21st, nothing was extremely past due, and most bills were just waiting for the next regular payment. So, no problem.

If we were going to be away for 2 or 3 months — Berlin 2007? — we’d have to make more complicated arrangements, as the bills would simply pile up too high.

You’d think, given the tightly packed bunch of friends I have living around the University Avenue corridor here in [[Charlottetown]], that it would be hard to suddenly sneak an Indian restaurant into our midst. But this morning we all woke up and where two days ago there was an apparently empty storefront — the former home of the Forbidden Palace — there is now Royal Tandoor:

Of course, once it was there, the reports into the editorial offices here didn’t stop. I don’t know anyone who’s eaten there, but we’re all shaking in anticipation. [[Dan]] and [[Steven]] are even talking of “Tandoor Tuesdays.” Reader reports welcome.

You can find location and hours information on the [[Royal Tandoor]] page in the Rukapedia.

[[Olle]] writes about Copenhagen Garden Houses:

A koloni-have (“colony garden”, a garden lot with a wee house, organized in a sort of garden club, or association) is golden in these parts. The house on it can be made into a little summer house, with bed and bathroom, and they seem a little less restricted than the Swedish ones I have seen.

This situation there seems quite similar Les Marais in Bourges, where “des cabanes de tôles ou de planches” are scattered about the marshes below the main city.

The back page of the June YANKEE magazine has a nice piece by Edie Clark, available here, where she describes her old “little cottage on a lake:

Not too much money and a place to be near the water, which provides summer solace, heat relief and a steady show of living watercolors.

The summer cottages I remember most fondly are the little one-room places you used to be able to stop at on road trips. There was one between downtown Peterborough and Trent University (anyone remember the name?), another in North Bay that we used to stop at on the way up to Cochrane to see my grandparents. Catherine and I stopped south of Rumford, Maine a few years ago and stayed overnight at a small camp on Lake Kezar that rented wee cabins. They had a ping-pong table and rowboats. It was wonderful.

So I’m sitting here this afternoon in my office and I notice that [[Olle]] is providing live blog commentary from the Copenhagen Rails Meetup. I ping Olle and he invites me to the IRC backchannel (#railsmeetupcph on irc.freenode.net), where I suggest he add a webcast, which is forthwith arranged by Olle over Skype. Here’s what it all looks like:

Except for the annoying tendency of Danes to speak Danish, it’s all a reasonable approximation of “being there.” Of course there’s no beer here, but then I wouldn’t drink beer even if there was.

Want to televise your own event? Why not rent a CBC mobile production truck!

Are your needs more “pretend Charlottetown is Toronto?” Rent a Markham Street backdrop (or one of their other city backdrops).

You can even rent the Barbara Frum Atrium for only $2,900/day.

I’ve become fascinated by the idea of “working bicycles” and Henry WorkCycles in Amsterdam sells a wonderful collection. It’s a shame that overseas shipping makes actually buying from them prohibitive.

There’s also Xtracycle, which appears to be as much a movement as a bike shop. Despite what is otherwise an excellent feature-filled website, I still can’t quite get my head around what they actually do to bicycles — it looks like they stick an extension on the back and build a platform over it. It turns out that if you actually read their website, they make it perfectly clear what they’re all about; sorry about that.

Meanwhile, Catherine is raring to hook up the welding torch and start crafting a custom job for me.

From [[Guy]] comes a pointer to TEDTalks, selected audio and video from the 2006 TED conference in Monterey. Given the expense of actually going to TED physically ($4400 for 2007) this might be the closest I ever come to experiencing the TED magic.

It’s not every day that news of your European travels gets entered into the official record:

Hon. Robert Ghiz: I saw some familiar face who I don’t know if I’ve ever met with before, and I apologize if I get his last name wrong, but Peter — ah — Ru — kook — kooveena is his name Mr. Speaker and I followed on his website and I know he had a great tour, I think through Europe recently Mr. Speaker and I’m glad he was able to provide all that information for us Mr. Speaker.

(This is my unofficial transcript — Hansard doesn’t come out for two days). I was in the Legislative Assembly — my first trip to the public gallery in the 13 years we’ve been here! — to watch debate over the electoral boundaries issue. It was a good day to be in the chamber, with lots of hard-edged democracy flowing around (although a tad hot and humid — I understand why our legislative ancestors arranged to sit in the spring and fall).

It was ironic that it took 13 years to get me into the chamber itself, as I worked on the Legislative Assembly website for many years, set up the system for streaming audio broadcast of the proceedings, and have worked on the systems that manage the elections that see members ending up there.

I think, perhaps, I was afraid that seeing the actual workings up close — looking into the whites of their eyes, so to speak — would corrupt my impression of the institution. I am happy (and somewhat surprised) to report that it didn’t: despite what you might think of the current debate on electoral boundaries, that the institution exists at all, that it follows a set of rules that everyone agrees to abide, and that we all follow the laws it enacts seems like something of a miracle to me. Score one for faith in democracy.

I would be remiss if I didn’t thank my own MLA, Richard Brown, for also recognizing my presence and for saying some kind words about my work. Now if Richard can only get his leader to pronounce my name correctly…

My recent adventures in GPS have me returning to the warm embrace of MapServer, the open source mapping server that I first implemented for the Province of PEI, and later for [[Yankee]]. It’s a wonderful project: well supported, well documented, and very powerful.

One of the neat feature of MapServer is its ability to pull map layers from remote WMS servers. [[Olle]] asked me “what is a wms server?” and I replied “Think ‘webserver for GIS layers’,” which pretty much covers it.

Here in Canada we benefit from a pleasantly progressive and technically savvy group of mapocrats who consider it their responsibility to spread mapping data far and wide; one result of their efforts is GeoBase, a project that describes itself as existing to “ensure the provision of, and access to, a common, up-to-date and maintained base of quality geospatial data for all of Canada.” That’s pretty cool.

The GeoBase WMS server has a fulsome collection of GIS layers available, including the nascent National Road Network (“the representation of a continuous accurate centerline for all non-restricted use roads in Canada”). Inside the cryptic XML file that describes the capabilities of the GeoBase WMS server, you find the following description of what a “Road Segment” is:

A linear section of the earth designed for or the result of vehicular movement.

It’s a very elegant description, I think — especially the “or the result of” part, which admits that sometimes roads are roads because drivers drive places.

I’m sure that shoplifting is quite dispiriting if you’re in the retail business. But it’s hard to imagine how the owner of the new bookstore in [[Charlottetown]] can expect customers to feel welcome when this is the first thing they see:

Why not just post a sign that says “I’m going to assume you’re a criminal.”