I’ve been doing some blogging/new media seminars with work recently, and I’ve been mentioning Twitter a lot.

It seems to me that there is a ton of potential in micro-blogging formats like Twitter but it’s too early to tell exactly what function/business use they will have.

What I’ve been doing at the seminars is just pointing out the fact that it exists and that it’s up to organisations to figure out how best to incorporate it into their daily practices, if they even want to in the first place.

But I just found this post, where David Armano recounts how he used Twitter to report on an act of heroism he witnessed.

Maybe ‘field journalism’, to use his term, will be Twitter’s greatest beneficiary.

Also, it’s interesting to note that the BBC are now using Twitter. Their bloggers Ben Dirs and Tom Fordyce, currently driving round France reporting on the Rugby World Cup, have set up Twitter streams. And they’re using Flickr too.

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The Starfish and the Spider.

This is possibly my shortest ever post. That is because my head is pounding and my bed is beckoning.

As some of you know, I also blog over at Copenhagengirlsonbikes and Cycliciousness.

In recent weeks, both sites have been getting quite a bit of buzz in the blogosphere and Mikael and I have been really pleased to see other bloggers taking notice and linking to us.

Some have even been moved to write in-depth posts about what we’re doing…

• Here’s what retired frame-builder Dave Moulton says about Girls on bikes.
• Velorution, London’s urban cycle store, was complementary.
• As was Henry, an American running a cargo bikes business in Holland.

All three posts are really worth a read, as are the blogs they belong to.

In recent days, the weather here in Copenhagen has turned distinctly brisk.

The leaves desert the trees, I’ve swapped my quilt for a duvet, and tonight I’ve dug out my pyjamas for the first time since February.

I thought this would make me sad, but in fact the opposite is the case.

The cold, bracing air has brought with it many happy memories… strange how changes in temperature can impact our moods and sensory impressions so profoundly.

Copenhagen is bewitching at this time of year… rosy-cheeked girls on bikes, beautiful couples hurrying home to snuggle on sofas, friends gathering in cosy cafes to catch up on each others’ lives.

I’ve often felt peripheral to the lives of the cities I’ve lived in, but it’s different here.

It’s as though the sharp demarcation of the seasons creates a more acute sense of communality. I’m happy to be here, and happy to discover what the next day will bring, and the next.

Is a cool street photography blog I just discovered.

Quite why I haven’t found it before, i’m not sure.

Anyway, check it out by clicking on this word right here.

Incidentally, ages ago I started a Flickr group called Copenhagen Street Style but it’s only got about 40 members and no-one posts any pics in there anymore.

A couple of things of interest today:

Danish police have arrested several people on suspicion of planning a terrorist attack. (BBC News report)

Ungdomshuset activists plan 69 demonstrations for 6/9. (Link via Russell.)

Well, they never really went away actually. But last night was their biggest action for a while.

Yesterday marked six months since the demolition of Ungdomshuset and the milestone was celebrated with customary restraint by the activists – a looting and rioting spree in Nørrebro.

TV2 has the full story here, while English readers can get more info from the Beeb here.

On a related note, when they’re not raping and pillaging around Nørrebro, the activists are busy with a campaign to persuade the government to furnish them with a new home, an old waterworks on the outskirts of Copenhagen.

They say that unless their demands are met by October 6 – G-Dag – there is going to be trouble. Big trouble.

Read about Aktion G13 here.

Update: Fellow Cph blogger Isabel found herself caught up in proceedings last night; my pics following the aftermath of the December 16 Ungdomshuset riots last year.

Trust is not something I have given a lot of thought to in my life. But recent events have forced me into some prolonged ruminations. I think I am quite a trusting person, some might even say naive. I tend towards the gullible, not seeing any obvious reason for people to lie, exaggerate, or deceive.

As a rule, I trust my friends and family to have my best interests at heart, I trust partners to be faithful and honest, I trust shopkeepers not to rip me off, and I trust my government to do its best for the welfare of my fellow citizens (there’s some naivete right there!). And trust is a two-way contract. My friends no doubt expect me to look out for them, my family quite rightly expect that I will always do my best to love and care for them.

But what happens when trust breaks down? When a previously harmonious relationship, marked by seemingly mutual trust, is sullied by the failure of one party to honour their half of the contract? Well, my reaction can be measured in stages: anger, an eruption of cynicism, and now sadness.

I hope this situation can be resolved, that trust can be restored. We’ll see, I guess. For now, I am looking at this as a learning curve. I always knew that people have an extraordinary capacity for deviousness. I just wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of it.