Bus Sing-along Reunion!

In an astounding turn of events, some friends and I were reunited with a group of people we had met on a late night bus ride three months ago. And we found each other through Queen, as we did in the past. Allow me to explain:

After a raucous Purim party, Paul, Noam, Eli and I were riding home in our costumes. After nearing Lawrence Avenue, a group of students across from us began to sing some songs, including Queen’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. We joined them and made it a foot-stomping, fist-pumping affair of the likes that had never been seen.

Three months later, I was riding the same route, along with Eli, Noam, and the Moe when we decided to sing some ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ on the packed bus in order to relive the fond memory of the sing-along. A voice burst through crowded space, joining us. The same group that had initiated the song three months ago were on our bus! Eli approached them, and they revealed that they still remembered the costumes Noam and I had worn on that fateful night (Archie and Jughead).

Public transit is not just a tool for commuters and crazed drunks to move from point A to point B. It can provide an opportunity for people connect to fellow travelers through song.

Colin Firth at Toronto Graduation

Here's some weird news.

Actor Colin Firth, featured in films Bridget Jones' Diary, Shakespeare in Love, and The English Patient, among many other movies, was at a recent graduation ceremony at the University of Toronto. Apparently a relative of his was graduating from Trinity College. He attended the ceremony as well as the reception, generously posing for pictures with fans.

17% of Maariv Readers are Idiots

Culled from JTA.org:

According to the poll in Friday's Maariv newspaper, asked about recent peace overtures between Jerusalem and Damascus, 74 percent of respondents said they did not believe that Syrian President Bashar Assad wanted peace, while 17 percent believed him.

17 percent of Maariv readers are idiots.

Separated at Birth?

I was in an art supply store yesterday, searching for a good sketchbook. While browsing the shelves, an employee ambled up to me and offered her assistance. As I turned around, the two of us fell into a silent staring contest.

We both noticed that we were each wearing brown t-shirts, camo-shorts and white shoes. We were both sporting thick black glasses frames. It was weird. Could we have been separated at birth?

Of course that is where the similarities ended. She was a young, long-haired blonde woman. And I'm... well, I'm Avi.

I didn't find the sketchbook I wanted, but I did find my long lost twin.