Check out this couple of recent graduates…
Now maybe their fashion sense is a bit… something… for you. Where DID he get a tux like that anyway?
Well, he made it.
And she made her dress too.
And both of them used nothing but duct tape!
The story is HERE.
How do a tonne of hockey jerseys end up in an impoverished African nation? And what do the locals think of them?
For anyone who loves that sport or that continent or simply enjoys an interesting story, this article ran in the National Post in April, as the NHL playoffs were nearing once again.
As an aside: If anyone reads this who grew up in the same region of southwest Saskatchewan as me, then pay special attention to the name of the column’s writer. Small world, eh?
Imagine my shock when I saw this headline on Yahoo! as I shut down my computer: Bacon May Pose Increased Heart Risk.
That’s enough to send a guy straight to bed, in sheer shock!
The NBA inducted this year’s members to the Hall of Fame. Some called it the best class ever.
Michael Jordan, David Robinson, John Stockton, Jerry Sloan, and C. Virginia Stringer (can’t say I know her). That’s three guys from the original Dream Team (I know because I had the poster on my wall in ’92) along with a coach who’s been in Utah since before it was Mormon.
Should’ve been an evening of celebration and class, and it was. Mostly.
Adrian Wojnarowski has written a great column for Yahoo! Sports. The gist of it? That MJ, who lives to win, was the night’s loser. Robinson, Stockton, and Sloan–you’d be hard-pressed to find three classier NBA fellows in the past generation. And MJ–well, that’s not exactly his strong suit. I know, he can look like it is. He’s got that smile and a slamming silhouette that is known in every country of the world.
But Mike might be slightly troubled. And reading that great column (yes, I’m plugging it again) made me think.
Maybe nobody really wants to be like Mike.
In what has to be one of the funniest new stories I’ve heard in quite some time, PM Harper and his people are being poked for mispelling the name of Nunavut’s capital.
Left there, there’s no story to be found. I mean, most of us are guided by an unconsciously applied rule that every Q is followed by a U.
Oh no, friends. Not every Q.
Spelled properly, Iqaluit means “many fish”–an accurate description of the place once called Frobisher Bay. However, add that extra U, and you change the word’s meaning.
Dramatically.
Check that, very dramatically.
Consult your Inuktitut dictionary, and you’ll find that Iqualiut (with the now-famous U) carries this meaning: “People with unwiped bums”.
I must declare truth here: You cannot make this stuff up.
One commentator on the story added this: “It’s not exactly a nice term.” To which I reply, “Thanks. If not for my extensive travel experiences and serious cultural saavy, I might have missed that.”
My take?
It might not be nice, but it sure-as-heckfire (phrase stolen from my buddy Ned) funny!
It also makes me feel fairly pitiful about my mother tongue. As dominant as English may be around the globe, we’ve got nothing. I can’t think of any term with even close to the precision needed to cram a phrase like “people with unwiped bums” into one word.
That’s an art. And that’s the sign of a great language.
And don’t U forget it!