Candyman

Well, American cousins (and exiled Canadians, too), you’ve only got one day left to send all your sugary requests to the Candyman. Heather and Denise have both experienced the love. Now you can too. OK, I’m sounding like a pimp. If you want me to bring you any Canadian treats, just let me know. How about a bubbly Aero bar, or the spongey chocolate goodness of a Joe Louis cake from Vachon? Or a proper KitKat bar, not like the bland American version. I’m your import/export impert, er, expert. Rumour has it that I’m bringing samples to SXSW. Find me and whisper “Candyman” and I’ll set you up…

Guest Bloggers

Since I’ll be away from Thursday the 8th until Thursday the 15th, I’ve invited my friend Brent and my boss/friend Jay to be guest bloggers. Let’s hope they don’t trash the place while I’m gone…

Philthy McNasty

Ok, here’s a pic so the adoring hordes can pick me out of the adoring hordes at SXSW. The Matt Haughey glasses aren’t mine. My favourite thing about this photo is the word “Philth” just behind me. Great composition.

Also, just wanted to mention that I finished Simon Singh’s The Code Book a few days ago. A well-researched and mostly readable account of the science of cryptography, including a great account of the German Enigma machine popularized by films like U-571 and books like Neal Stephenson’s Cryptonomicon. He only lost me at the end when he began talking about quantum computers and quantum cryptography, but he warned me he was going to lose me, so that helped. I’m ready to begin Cryptonomicon soon, I think, although I just started Naomi Klein’s No Logo, which promises to be very interesting indeed. One thing I need to clear up already: my cowlick is in no way inspired by the Nike swoosh.