When you only have two television channels (CBC and CTV), sometimes you have to watch Arthur. So Oliver and I sometimes watch Arthur. This got me wondering: what species is Arthur, anyway? It turns out that he’s an aardvark! This seems very odd to me, especially as Arthur has a dog, which you would think would be strange thing for an aardvark to have. But I suppose it’s no weirder a fact than that Arthur (the aardvark) can talk and walk and go to school. Hmmmmm.

The Red Cross and Red Crescent Movement is considering a proposal to adopt a red diamond as a new culturally-neutral symbol. While I realize that there are perhaps valid cultural reasons for this, it seems a little bit like Coca-Cola changing their name to Bloxni-Bloxnor.

A couple of weeks ago I thought I’d do something uncharacteristic and try and lead the technology curve: I upgraded my Windows 98 machine to Windows ME. This was a mistake. Although Windows ME initially looked slick and faster, I soon started to notice problems: applications like Corel Xara wouldn’t load unless I started them right after a reboot; I found myself having to reboot 4 or 5 times a day; things gradually started to slow down to a crawl. Yuck. So I bought myself a CD burner, backed up everything important, and installed the IBM “wipe off everything and start from day one” CDs. My machine now works like a charm. Sigh.

Learn more about the Subversive Order of Saskatchewan from my brother Steve on the CBC Saskatchewan website. Steve is also covering the municipal elections in Regina tonight.

That’s Steve’s picture there. I think he looks a little too much like Corporal Louis LeBeau from Hogan’s Heroes.

I tend to get obsessed like this: I’ve now finished Malachy McCourt’s latest book, published just this month, Singing My Him Song. I can’t imagine reading this book without reading Angela’s Ashes, ‘Tis and A Monk Swimming, as much of the scene is set in those earlier books by Malachy and his brother Frank. This book is, however, essential reading for a McCourtophile, as it’s the first from the family which brings us relatively up to date on their doings in the 1980s and 1990s. It’s somewhat less rollicking and sprightly, mirroring Malachy’s own winding-down. But it’s still an interesting look at the life. Warning: I like biographies a lot; if you don’t, then ignore this.

My brother Johnny-of-Vancouver — restauranteur, dog-lover, bon vivant — needed a platform from which to speak to the world. The CatherineHennessey.com engine was called into action yet again, and the results was his own update-it-online from Vancouver website.

You can hear Malachy McCourt online in several places: reading from A Monk Swimming on Salon (another version on StoreTapes.com; talking about Bombay, plane crashes, customs, and gold smuggling at National Geographic. You can hear his brother Frank read James Joyce on Salon too, watch an interview with Frank on the WGBH site, or watch parts of An Evening with Frank McCourt on the Barnes and Noble site.

I’ve just finished reading Malachy McCourt’s book A Monk Swimming. It was a good read, although not as decipherable or interesting as his brother Frank’s ‘Tis, which I read just before. Malachy, among other things, is an actor. Oddly enough, he seems, in his later years, to have specialized in playing the role of “The Doorman.” Witness: Turbulence (1997), played “Ray, the Doorman”; The Bonfire of the Vanities (1990), played “Tony, the Doorman”; Brewster’s Millions (1985), played “George, the Doorman.” Of course he’s also played “Bishop,” “Party Guest” (in Green Card, no less), “Bartender” and — my personal favourite (read the book), “Englishman” (in the 1990 movie Reversal of Fortune).

From my ever-vigilant friend Oliver:

As a corollary to your point about Rukavina Arena, I would say that if you want to honor someone named Ernest N. Morial, about the worst thing you could do would be to name something the Ernest N. Morial Memorial Convention Center, as the city of New Orleans did.

If you were going to name something after someone named Rukavina, I’d have to say that an arena is about the best choice you could make. Apparently the “heart of the Silver Bay Parks & Recreation program is undoubtedly the Frank Rukavina Arena.” Silver Bay, Minnesota — “The Best Kept Secret on Lake Superior’s North Shore” — started off life as a taconite refining centre. Frank Rukavina was Assistant School Superitendent in the late 1960s and early 1970s, and was instrumental in getting arenas built in Silver Bay and Two Harbors. The Frank Rukavina Arena was named after him in 1977.