Hosting Canada’s Largest Undergrad Tech Conference

This weekend was the 12th Annual CUTC.ca, and Casie and I hosted the event at University of Toronto.

These kids were great; all on their own volition they organized, travelled and paid their way. Pretty sure this group is indeed our future.

Introducing your hosts!

And THAT is my very own personal QR Code boom boom.

They made it for me and put it on the back of my badge, I always wanted one.  I’ve been preoccupied with QR codes since ’08, because I blogged about them over at Canadian Explorer then, ahhh the benefit of having a blog.

If you scan it it’ll kick your phone right over to here, my blog.

Non-nerds: QR Codes (quick response) are elaborate bar codes that hold a ridiculous amount of information, like a small book. They’ve been in wide use in Europe and especially Japan, and are finally making their way here. Here’s the Wiki page.

During lunch we found a video game area and settled into play our respecitve favourite games: Casie dancing, me Call of Duty.

I should really get and start using a proper camera huh.

Like Casie’s Olympus, which captured this moment of me finally meeting Adam and  Adil (below) of MyCityLives.com

They’re doing awesome things combining online video and maps,  you gotta check out their site – “you discover and share videos around your location on culture, art and entertainment”.

What’s this park like?  Now I’m watching a video educating me, this is good… like that.

From May 2011

Thanks for having us, CUTC.ca, and congratulations everyone on a successful conference!

Of Course I Voted

If you don’t vote, you are a horrible Canadian citizen.

Yes it matters, yes your one vote has an impact, and surely you know you cannot complain about anything if you don’t.

I have a real low tolerance for those who don’t, like, do you not understand how lucky you are to live in Canada and have this opportunity?. Witness Libya right now, Egypt, and and and.

What I’ve always said is, “uh-huh, you don’t like it here eh? Okay. I’ll round up you and the rest of your delusional hippie friends, and ship you to Rwanda for one month. I’ll return then at which time you’ll be begging to come home to Shangrila”.

I’m not going to get into whom I voted for, there’ll be no politics here, because that’s for when I’m old. Like cooking.