At home in Montreal, people love to tell me I look Scandinavian. You Swedish? After a few days in Norway, I can confirm that is the biggest fallacy since creationism. My suspicion this was the case arose in Heathrow’s Terminal 5 where my brother and I waited, jetlagged and vaguely bewildered for British Airways flight [...]
This is a paragraph I had to take out of the About page blurb I’m editing. I’m trying to go for “serious,” you see. Trying that out for style. For like when the big cheeses at the New Yorker decide to mosey on down to my blog (at Malcolm Gladwell‘s suggestion), and after being so [...]
All right LIGHT TRAFFIC homies. I’m going to need your help on this one. I’ve already put the question to my Twitter people and not too surprisingly, no one could come up with anything. (It breaks a heart to see how bearded-guru illiterate the younger generations are getting. Really.) So this is the story. One [...]
Since my release from J-school and my Grand Entry into the Real World, I’ve been spending shocking amounts of time front of the good ole iMac. While it’s true I’ve been moseying around town on my dingy white-and-yellow bike and destroying sandbags with my oh-so-glamorous pink Everlast boxing gloves, I somehow always end up back [...]