The CBC reports that residents in Stratford — Charlottetown’s very own Mississauga — are up in arms because their neighbourhood might become infected with something they call “entry level housing.” I think that’s code for “poor people.”

My mind boggles when I read things like this:

“It’s not going to end up with these retirement couples and the single-family dwellings,” said Lori Nelson, who helped organize the meeting.

“That’s not what it’s going to be. It’s going to end up in crime, and everything else. So, I’m very opposed to it. And I’m afraid for my kids.”

In other words, if you’re not old or in a family, well, you get the picture.

Reactionary statements like these cause for some sort of social class education strike force.

Here are some screen shots of more neato walking webserver fun.

First, here’s a directory on my Nokia N70’s memory card mounted, via WebDAV, as a drive on my iBook:

Next, a screen shot of Safari on the iBook browsing the Apache webserver on the N70 showing the folder where photos I take with the phone’s camera are stored:

Here’s another Safari screen shot showing the SMS inbox on the phone:

And finally two screen shots, one from Safari the other from Opera running on the phone itself, both showing the “home” page from the webserver running on the phone:

Please note that if you want to try this on your own N70, you’ll either need to have a data access plan with your mobile service provider, or you’ll have to hack together a reasonable Bluetooth-based facsimile using gnubox (which lets the phone inherit Internet from a parent Windows, Mac or Linux box).

Here’s an interesting photograph:

I took the photo of my iBook using the iBook. By browsing to the webserver running on my phone. Which was pointing at the iBook. The phone, in turn, was getting its IP address, via Bluetooth, from the iBook. It all seems very symbiotic.

There is so much magic coming together to make this photo happen that it’s a miracle it all works: think “my blender talks my toaster into squeezing oranges for it.”

Thanks to loosely coupled pieces of the pie from Apache and Apple and Nokia and gnubox and Python it does, though. Neato.

Okay, so now I can run a webserver on my mobile phone (I can’t tell you how unbelievably cool this is, and not only for the gadget geek reasons — it’s a Copernican moment when our webservers start to walk around, something that forces us to rethink who’s “producer” and who’s “consumer”).

Anyway, what’s the first thing a walking webserver needs but to know where it is. This handy software let’s my Nokia N70 talk to a wireless GPS receiver; all I need to make it work is, well, a wireless GPS receiver. Nokia has a couple of models available, and I figured being in a Big City like Copenhagen, rife with mobile shops, I could just pop over ‘round the corner to pick one up.

Or not.

You’d think I was looking to install photon torpedos in my Chevy Nova from the look on the faces of the mobile, electronics and computer shops I visited along Copenhagen’s “silicon allé” today. Apparently the notion of connecting a GPS receiver to a mobile phone hasn’t entered the public consciousness yet, and so while one or two people I talked to had heard of such a thing, and thought maybe they could order one, nobody had one in stock, and nobody knew else who could sell me one.

I suppose this is what eBay is for.

Remember back in the day when if you moved houses you needed to get a new telephone number, even if you stayed in the same city? Remember all those times you switched Internet service providers and needed get a new email address? In both cases we were victim to a close coupling of identifier (phone number, email address) with identified (us). Fortunately these are well on their way to becoming de-coupled; there’s a reason I’m @rukavina.net and not @myisp.net.

I think it’s time to start worrying about the same sort of thing for our remote media storage: as we pour our photos into Flickr and our video into YouTube, we’re also ceding the address of our media to someone else. My photos are @flickr, not @rukavina.

There’s some recognition in other digital domains that this is a Good Thing: FeedBurner, for example, has an upsell called MyBrand that, for $2.99/month, lets you have your RSS feed like at feeds.yourdomain.com rather than @feedburner.com.

But this photo of mine (mine!) is @flickr, not @me. And as I blog it and email it and gradually insert it into the digital nervous system of the planet it becomes harder and harder to decouple from Brand Flickr.

So I think that we have to start thinking about how to separate the process of storing something from its publicly exposed URL. I can still use Flickr (or anything else) as a photo storage, indexing, tagging system, but I want to be able to assign my media an address that I own, one that I can re-point when and if I move the “physical” storage of the photos.

We already know how to do this — look at the DNS system as an example of a system without “identifier-identified lock in” as an example.

The nice thing about Flickr et al is that they expose the programatic side of their services with a rich API; as such, it should be easy not only to layer my own URLs over my photos (and, indeed, store them in more than one place). Perhaps that’s the next project?

Oliver has decided that he will make lemonade for the big dinner tomorrow. Not wanting to be left out, I thought I should contribute a beverage of my own, and I found just the place to help me on a cycle through Frederiksberg this afternoon: Tea Shop at Falkoner Allé 65.

Regular readers will recall that I fancy myself something of an iced tea expert. Some might say that I’m iced tea obsessed. So the sudden appearance of a tea shop called Tea Shop seemed like a good sign.

Oh, and what a tea shop Tea Shop is. This ain’t no “here’s your Celestial Seasonings Lemon Zinger,” it’s a “let me take these hearty canisters from the shelf and let you smell the many varieties of Rooibos I have.” The shop is hosted by a woman who appears to be a tea savant; she assures me that the Forestberry Rooibos that I selected will make an excellent iced tea. I’ve promised to report back.

Just before Oliver and I left for our trip to LegoLand on Monday morning, Catherine and I hatched a last-minute plan to have our Copenhagen friends for dinner on Thursday evening. Invitations went out by email as we were headed out the door; RSVPs came in as we were away, and preparations are now underway for a lavish spread (in the invites I said “light supper” — Catherine doesn’t do “light supper” — she’s got a separate menu for cocktails).

I feel that I must shout publicly here that I have a most cool and flexible consort: not only does she go in for my cockeyed plans to string a New Hampshire - Portugal - Copenhagen - New Hampshire - Boston - Halifax trip together, but she happily takes up the challenges of feeding a ragtag bunch of Danish hooligans she’s barely even met. Let the Hoisin Sauce gathering games begin.

Henriette says “people from different corners and backgrounds can actually do something together” and to prove it launches Desti:nation. Interesting ideas sprout like flowers in the wake of reboot. What’s yours?

And we’ll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather

Complete lyrics.

GnuBox on SonyEricsson P80x/P90x/P910 and Nokia Series60 phones. Projects like this deserve some sort of award for brilliance and utility (albeit from the small “want to run Apache on our mobile phones” crowd).

Wow. It’s midnight, and I’ve been up since 5:00 a.m. (who could sleep with a day at LegoLand on the horizon?). A full trip report to follow, but if you’re playing the home game you can get started with the photographs.

Note that if you’re a Flickr “friend” or “family” you’ll see lots of cute photos of Oliver in there; if you’re not, you’ll see lots of photos of the back of Oliver’s head. Privacy lines get drawn in funny places. If you’re friend or family and not on the secret inside, drop me a line.