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November 01, 2005

Courtyards in Aarhus

I spent a lot of time noticing courtyards when I was in Aarhus.


In the courtyard of the hotel

The old city is full of buildings that have little passages, just big enough for a single car to get through. Some of them lead to spaces that are completely functional and uninspiring; but others have been turned into little gardens, or restaurants, or other interesting spaces.


One of the cooler courtyards


Looking out onto the street

I find this quite unexpected, and last night a question hit me: Do we have courtyards of this kind in the States? Is there anywhere in the U.S. a tradition of residential architecture that puts buildings together in a way that creates a common, enclosed space? I think not.


Looking into another courtyard


There's a restaurant!

In Philadelphia, we have row houses that have little private backyards, if you're lucky; but I don't know any row houses or apartments that form up into courtyards. Rittenhouse Square, and the other three parks that were part of William Penn's master plan for the city, have a bit of a European feel to them now: Rittenhouse is surrounded on all sides by tall apartment buildings, which gives it a very nice feel in the evenings-- lots of twinkling light through the trees, and a reassuring sense that the park is an active, visible public space-- but originally they must have been more like town greens transplanted to cities.


An entrance to something more private-looking

Chicago's apartment buildings have a little green space in front, and some very small courtyards sunk into the larger buildings for ventilation (thanks, Progressive Era housing reformers!), but again, the buildings tend to back onto alleys, rather than each other.


Looking from the street


A winter garden-turned-showroom

I haven't encountered any courtyards in Boston or New York, but you figure if they're anywhere, they're there.

The one place you see something like courtyards is in colleges, particularly dormitories built during the early 20th-century mania for Gothic architecture.


The entrance to this courtyard is on the right


Yet another little store

The closest thing we've got in America are certain kinds of commercial spaces, and arguably hotel atriums ("Courtyard by Marriot," that sort of thing). Do New Urbanism architects use them? Does Santana Row, for example, have them, or does it just direct public activity onto streets?

Doubtless there's some deep lesson here about American versus European notions of space, property rights, and consequent impacts on informal cooperative behavior or attitudes to traditional as opposed to formal rights. Someone with the combined instincts of Robert Darnton and Edmund Bacon could do something really interesting.

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October 28, 2005

More from ITU

On Thursday I went back to ITU to do some more work before leaving to return home.


[via flickr]

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October 26, 2005

Walking in Copenhagen this evening

Today was pretty long: we caught the 7:30 train from Aarhus to Copenhagen, I did some work at ITU for a couple hours, then I had a longer-than-expected (but quite good) meeting with a potential client. Still, after dinner I decided to take a little time to walk around the city and take some pictures.


Greetings from Copenhagen, via flickr

Since I'm staying in the same hotel I was in last year, it's familiar territory, more or less.


The Palace Hotel

I walked out to the bridge, to see the National Library, which I've only seen at a distance, and keep meaning to go visit. Since it's called the Black Diamond, you can imagine it's not highly visible in the evening. Still, I managed to fiddle around with the camera settings, and came up with a half decent picture of it.


The National Library, via flickr

This is a tree in Tivoli, all wrapped up in lights.


A tree grows in Tivoli, via flickr

Time for bed. I'm falling asleep at the keyboard, and have meetings in the morning before I head to the airport.

This has been a very productive trip, given how short it's been.

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Back in the Alexandra

I'm back in my favorite Copenhagen hotspot, the lobby of the Alexandra Hotel. Not up for much longer, but I wanted to add some pictures to my Flickr, and do a quick update.


The Hotel Alexandra, via flickr

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Wireless down

When I came back from dinner tonight I was hoping to spend some time online-- my trips are turning into alternating periods of working, blogging, with a little eating and sleeping thrown in-- but the hotel's Internet connection has gone down. The Wifi still works, but the Net connection is broken.

Grrrr.

Amazing how cut off I feel. I can't get flickr, I can't get my e-mail, and I can't IM my family. It's a pain. And it's even more frustrating when the wifi signal is good. It feels extra deceptive.

Last night we went out to a Danish pub/restaurant a few blocks away from the hotel, in the old city. It was small and smoky, but the food was delicious, and it was good to have some local guides to explain what various dishes were. It's curious that a lot of the signage in public transit and public spaces have English translations, but it's much rarer in restaurants. Go figure.

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At ITU

I'm now in Copenhagen, and back online. I'm spending most of the day at ITU, the Information Technology University, where the Innovation Lab now has a Copenhagen branch. A good neighborhood to be in.

I was offline almost all of yesterday, but will fill in details of the day.

[To the tune of Kim Hiorthøy, "Politiska Dikten Återvänder," from the album "Hei".]

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October 25, 2005

Morning at Emmerys

I spent the morning at Emmerys, a cafe/bakery/restaurant place down the street from the hotel.

One of my hosts had pointed it out last night, and suggested I try it out. It turns out that the hotel gets its bread there.

So despite the fact that there was an unexploded hand grenade on the steps, I decided to check it out.

I think it was originally two stores, and the wall between them was knocked down to make this space.

Obviously, the sell lots of cool housewares-like stuff, in addition to having lots of walk-in traffic like me.

Eventually I settled into the leather sectional in the back and got to work.

[To the tune of Pink Floyd, "Money," from the album "Pulse (Disc 2)".]

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Rotisserie in Aarhus

Chickens...

...but they don't chick out.

[To the tune of Pink Floyd, "The Great Gig in the Sky," from the album "Pulse (Disc 2)".]

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October 24, 2005

International calling

When I was a kid, I had the good fortune to spend some time in Brazil (my dad was doing his dissertation research, and I think funded another trip with a Fulbright). At that time, as a kid, going from the U.S. to Brazil was an exercise in leaving behind pretty much everything that was familiar to you, cultural and material products-wise: the food was different (though we all loved Brazilian food, so that was no hardship), movies arrived months later, and familiar brands were nowhere to be found (with the exception of Coca-Cola). And most things that were available in English were imported from Britain, not America.

It also meant No Talking. If you wanted to call the States, you had to go to an international telephone center, fill out a form, and then take a number; they only had a certain number of phone booths, and it took time for the operators to place your call. It goes without saying that it was also ferociously expensive. If you wanted to communicate with the States, you wrote letters.

Twenty years later, when I was in England doing my dissertation research, I called home very rarely. And when I did, I had to have a pocketful of 50-pence and pound pieces, because it was still about 50p a minute to talk to the States. Feeding those heavy coins into the English public phones-- those big, curvy, clunky things-- is one of my more vivid memories of communicating with home.

This morning, after getting up and checking the time-- "9:45 p.m. in California!"-- I logged into iChat to see if my wife was online. She was. I clicked on the audio icon, and in a few seconds we were talking. No operator, no dedicated infrastructure. The sound quality was no different than if I was in the office-- there was hardly even any latency, and no echo. And it was free.

Truly, the world is flat.*

*Okay, it's not exactly flat, or not everywhere for everything. Friedman makes a great case for those parts of the world that have been joined together by fiber optic cable and Cisco routers, but Manuel Castell's observation that the wired parts of the world have now become closer to each other than they used to be to their own nation's hinterlands still holds true.

[To the tune of The Church, "Under the Milky Way," from the album "Starfish".]

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Greetings from Aarhus

Out walking in the main square.

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