One of my Copenhagen team points to christiania bikes as a possible way of meeting our transport needs when we visit this spring:

Christiania bikes was, as the name suggests, developed in car-free Christiania, Copenhagen. Bicycle trailers, an early product, were followed on the market in 1984 by the first CA-Bike. The bikes were developed in dialogue with the consumers, and safety, quality and durability became the hallmarks of the design. Outside Christiania notice was taken of these solid environmental bikes, which are now exported around the world.

I find myself in the same odd position as the Atlantic Technology Centre (for the first time, I think!). If you go to their website with a .com on the end, you’ll get a helpful teen porn guide (their actual web address ends in .ca). Same thing, alas, with ruk.com. Oh well. At least r - u - k - dot - c - a has a sort of rhythm to it.

The Plazes API has gone 1.0, and has lots of interesting new features. But, oddly, no “launch” method. Update: there’s a new Plazer API for this (thanks Stefan).

I brought the camera alone on my way to work this morning and took some photos of spring’s arrival in Charlottetown.

I was down on Queen Street this evening, on my way to the Churchill Arms for dinner with [[Catherine]] and [[Oliver]], and I popped my head into the old Carter’s building across the street to see how the renovations are coming along on the new grocery store.

To my surprise they’re making excellent headway: the wall between the two halves of the building has been breached and dry-walled, there’s a new floor installed, and coolers are set up along one wall. It looks like they could be open with a month.

There’s a note on Suzanne Vega’s website about her recent marriage to trial lawyer Paul Mills. In addition to coming as a blow to all of us who hoped to one day marry Suzanne Vega ourselves, the item suggests a very, very long engagement:

The couple met at Folk City on West 4th Street in 1981. Mr. Mills proposed to Miss Vega in May, 1983, and she accepted his proposal on Christmas Day, 2005.

It concludes:

This is the bride’s second marriage and the groom’s first, the last for both.

If you’ll be in New England at the end of May, you can catch Suzanne playing at the Mohegan Sun Casino “Wolf Den” in Uncasville, CT on May 31st and June 1, 2006. Be sure to visit The Old Farmer’s Almanac General Store while you’re there.

One of the skills that [[Oliver]] gets from his Miller DNA is an uncanny ability to play the card game Concentration and related “turn over random things until you find two that match” activities. [[Catherine]] is a Concentration savant, as is our niece Patricia, and in recent weeks Oliver has been sourcing Concentration-like games online and watching him play is like watching Frank Sinatra sing.

By way of pre-Denmark cultural preparation, I added a bookmark to Oliver’s Firefox last night pointing at Oline, a pre-schooler website from Danish television. True to form, Oliver found a Concentration-like activity there, and [[Catherine]] just phoned me to say that every time he finds a match a big Danish cheer emits from the computer. As such, Oliver is becoming well-equipped to attend football matches and other cheering-related events in Copenhagen this spring.

Every time I take the elevator over at the [[Polyclinic]], I exit with a vague feeling of unease. Until last week, I never conclusively knew why. But on a midweek visit to my accountant, I had my [[T610]] with me, and I was able to document the source of the problem:

Note the different in the labels on the buttons vs. the labels on the “information about what floor you’re on” display: there’s a button for 1, but on the display it’s marked as M. And, for some strange reason, there is no second floor.

This is the kind of stuff that makes my head explode; I get stressed out just by looking at these photos. Every time I get in this elevator, I’m confused about what button to press, and what floor I’m on.

Overheard while exiting the movie The Inside Man at the Charlottetown Mall Cinema last night:

I don’t understand. I don’t understand why he didn’t get charged. I don’t understand what’s gonna happen to that Mayor or his wife. They’re probably gonna make a sequel, and it’s gonna be really, really bad.

Here are 50 of my favourite photos from Flickr. Can 50 photos tell you anything about someone?