Proof: This photo from Exclaim! magazine’s article on The Arcade Fire:

Proof: This photo from Exclaim! magazine’s article on The Arcade Fire:

Rannie “Photojunkie” Turingan, who in my opinion is the heart and soul of the Greater Toronto Area Bloggers group, will be appearing on tonight’s edition of The Hour with George Stroumboulopoulos on CBC Newsworld at 8pm Eastern Standard Time. The topic: weblogs and his winning the “Best Canadian Weblog” at the 2005 Bloggies. Go, Rannie!
Overheard at the coffee shop: “Sean Penn became his Team America puppet at the Oscars!”
I spent the evening at the hospital checking up on Dad (he’s doing well
— he talked wedding plans for nearly the full visit) so I haven’t had
a chance to post the graphic below until now:

Today — all remaining 30 seconds of it — is Free Mojtaba and Arash Day.
Mojtaba Saminejad and Arash Sigarchi are imprisoned in Iran for
blogging — although the charges levelled against them are espionage
and “insulting the country’s leaders”. More details are available at Reuters, the BBC, Iz Reloaded and at the Committee to Protect Bloggers (good cause, so-so name).

It’s easy to forget that while Canada is one hundred years older than I am (Confederation took place in 1867, I was born in 1967), our flag is less than three years my senior. For forty years, it’s been the symbol of a great place to live, synonymous with hockey, highly regarded by vexillologists (it gets high marks for its clean, clear design) and a protective disguise that young Americans sew on their backpacks while travelling through Europe and Asia.
Happy 40th, Canadian Flag!
Here’s more on the flag:
[via The Colbinator] Here’s an interesting way to liven up those stuffy chess matches.
You’ve probably heard this already, but let me state for the record: Wanita Renea Young is the worst neighbour on Earth.
Update: The original site to which I linked has a random image that isn’t always work-safe. Here’s its link.
In case you can’t go there, here’s the most important part of the entry:
(Tzedaka is the Jewish legal requirement to do right by your fellow
man… a moral imperitive to charity if you like.) The levels of giving
(from least admirable, to most) are:
Yesterday, I read an article at Reuters
about two teenage girls baking cookies for the neighbours in some hick
town in Colorado. They stayed home from some party or other and made
sweet things for people, decorated them with little hearts, wrapped
them in ribbon and left a note saying ‘have a great night.’ Then they
ran around, full of neighbourly love, and dropped the boxes off on
porches, knocking on the door and hiding before the recipient of the
gift got to the door. To me, that sounds like the 6th level of giving: giving when you know the recipient’s identity, but the recipient does not know your identity.
…
I hope the bitch neighbour (Wanita Renea Young) that filed the lawsuit
against the two teenagers for this random act of kindness, lies awake
in bed at night wondering whatever happened to the ‘youth of today.’ I
hope it plagues her.
Hear, hear.