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daveshumka:

christopherkelly:

ATTENTION Canadians: If you’ve ever had to explain to your American friends what the Junos are or who Jian Ghomeshi is - you’ll love this graphic.

Oh yeah, this is the greatest - and not just because I made it.

Sorry Chris and Dave, but the Canadian Ryan Seacrest is Ben Mulroney.

garconniere:

OMG PIERRE TRUDEAU PAPER DRESSSSSSSSSS (via Pierre Trudeau paper dress 1968 Liberal convention by kickshaw)

Relevant to my life wife.

christopherkelly:

Canada backs out of World Wide Web to create Canadian Internet

Applying CanCon to the internet is about as smart as the Stop Online Piracy Act in the U.S.  While we’re at it, why don’t we re-start appointing British military officers as our Governors-General?  Seems like the next logical step.

The flags I have hanging in my bedroom; my private sanctuary where politics doesn’t matter - or matters above all else.

1. The National Flag of Canada, or in French, l’Unifolié.  Hung vertically on my bedroom wall next to my door, with the points of the maple leaf heading north.

2. The flag of Quebec, known as the fleurdelisé.  Official for over 62 years, a symbol of my French heritage and my love and devotion towards my cultural and literal home.  No politics (federalist or sovereigntist) involved or implied; I am a Quebecer just as much as I am a Canadian.  Je me souviens/Que né sous le lys/Je croîs sous la rose. (I remember/That born under the lily/I grow under the rose.)

3. Defend New Orleans flag.  Unofficial, for now.  My dear friend Jac gave me this when I left New Orleans back in early 2009.  It hangs above my bed so that it’s the first thing I see every morning upon waking.  Even though I consider myself in exile from New Orleans at the moment, it reminds me of the love I have for the city, my cultural and familial ties, and my friends and acquaintances that I’ve left momentarily until I can come back to the city of my dreams.  Of all the gifts friends have bestowed on me throughout the years, this particular flag ranks among the most treasured.  It may be a symbol that I’m not a native New Orleanian (or Southerner), but I put my heart and soul into the city, the culture and the revival of the greatest city on this humble continent.