Jane Lytvynenko

Photos by Rebecca Potter While we were hopelessly lost in a sketchy Montreal neighbourhood, my GPS started re-enacting scenes from The Exorcist. All of the programmable voices yelled directions at me at once while I pulled over my car full of terrified passengers. This was nowhere near a picture-perfect travel moment. It was better. Whenever …

One glance around a crowded lecture hall will show that most people are web surfing. Why listen to a professor drone on when half a dozen of your friends are dying to tell you about the latest gossip?

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