Actually, the parliaments of Iceland, Denmark, and Norway still incorporate variants of “thing” in their names:
- Althing (“general thing”)
- Folketing (“people’s thing”)
- Storting (“great thing”)
5. The Vikings held a type of governing assembly called a “thing” (yes, this is the origin of the English word).
The free men of a region attended a thing to settle disputes, elect leaders, and carry out other legislative business and sometimes trade.
On this day in 2025, Marc Garneau died.
Born in Quebec City in 1949, he was the first Canadian to go to space. On three Space Shuttle missions, he spent 29 days, 2 hours and 1 minute in space.
He served in Parliament from 2008 to 2023.
📸 NASA
One year ago, on June 4, 2025, former Canadian Space Agency astronaut Marc Garneau passed away at the age of 76. We will always remember his significant contribution to the history of Canadian space exploration. ✨
It is Indigenous History Month.
Throughout this month, I will be sharing the stories from Canada's Indigenous history.
Today it is John Tootoosis, one of Canada's most important activists.
Stone Age root canal, anyone?
Scientists recently discovered a Neanderthal molar with a drilled hole.
The discovery indicates that Neanderthal medical care was less instinctive, as seen in primates, and more strategic, similar to modern humans.
Also, ouch. 🧵⬇️
This is Bodie. His presence indicates the beginning of Pride Month. May his whimsy and steadfastness bring joy and confidence to all. 14/10 the parade starts right behind him 🌈🐾
He watched the airplane coming straight toward him. He had maybe three seconds left to live.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, Stanley Praimnath arrived at his office on the 81st floor of the South Tower like any other workday.
Then the first plane hit the North Tower.
Security told employees in Stanley’s building to stay calm. Everything was supposedly under control. No evacuation necessary.
So Stanley went back to his desk.
Moments later, while speaking on the phone, he looked up through the office windows and saw something impossible.
A plane was coming directly toward him.
United Flight 175.
Stanley later said time seemed to freeze. He could see the aircraft closing in, filling the sky, aimed straight at his floor.
He dove under his desk and whispered a prayer.
Then the tower exploded.
The plane ripped through the building in a storm of steel, fire, glass, and fuel. The force buried Stanley beneath collapsed walls and debris. Flames spread around him. The floor trembled beneath his body.
But somehow, unbelievably, he was alive.
And trapped.
So he started screaming for help.
Three floors above him, Brian Clark was descending a stairwell with coworkers. Along the way, they encountered a woman warning them the lower floors were blocked by smoke and fire.
She urged everyone to head upward toward the roof.
Most of the group turned around.
Brian didn’t.
Something deep inside him insisted the way out was down.
Then he heard a faint voice echoing through the smoke.
A stranger calling for help.
Brian had seconds to decide.
Keep moving alone toward safety… or walk toward danger for someone he had never met.
He chose the voice.
“I’m Brian,” he shouted. “Who are you?”
“Stanley! Please don’t leave me here!”
Stanley was pinned behind shattered walls. Desperate, he punched through drywall hard enough to tear open his arm.
Brian reached through the opening and grabbed him.
Together they fought through the wreckage until Stanley finally broke free, both men collapsing onto the stairwell landing covered in dust, blood, and debris.
Stanley reached out to shake Brian’s hand.
Brian held on tightly.
“We’re both bleeding,” he noticed quietly.
Then, with smoke surrounding them and death all around, Brian squeezed Stanley’s hand and said:
“I always wanted a brother. I think I found one today.”
Hand in hand, they started descending.
Eighty-one floors.
Brian guided Stanley downward through darkness using a flashlight while debris rained around them and the towers groaned overhead.
Three minutes after they reached the street, the South Tower collapsed behind them.
Out of thousands trapped above the impact zone, only eighteen people escaped alive.
Brian Clark was the twenty-second-to-last person to make it out.
More than twenty years later, Stanley still carries Brian’s business card in his wallet.
They speak often. Attend each other’s family milestones. Call each other brothers not symbolically, but literally, forged forever in smoke and survival.
Brian later said the lesson of that day was simple:
“Sometimes survival means choosing not to save just yourself.”
And Stanley never forgot the moment a stranger heard his voice in the darkness… and decided not to walk away.
CONAN AT HARVARD: “No university in our nation has produced more Nobel laureates or white collar criminals… so whether you choose good or evil, know that you are among the very best.”
Three years ago, my son Charlie, who was 2 years old then, asked if he could bring a toy with us to the grocery store. I usually don’t let my kids bring toys, but that time I said yes for some reason.
We walked around the store and went through checkout as usual. Then Charlie noticed his toy was gone. It wasn’t just any toy — it was a 1970s Star Wars Stormtrooper. We went back and looked everywhere, but we never found it.
Since then, every time we go to Cub Foods, Charlie has to stop at the Guest Service counter to ask if they found his Stormtrooper. He’s been doing this for three years.
A couple of weeks ago, the guest service worker, Diego, who we see often, told me quietly that he and a co-worker bought a Stormtrooper online to surprise Charlie.
Today, when we went to the Guest Service counter, Diego “found” the 1970s Stormtrooper and gave it to Charlie! Charlie’s face lit up — he couldn’t believe he finally got it back.
Cub Foods, you have amazing people working there! Diego, your kindness made me so happy I cried tears of joy. I’m very thankful for this gift to my son!
This penguin was struggling with his confidence to jump into the water.
But with a little encouragement and a whole lot of patience, he finally did this: 🐧🌊
It's the most wholesome thing you'll see today. 💗
Happy birthday Berton!!
He turns five today!
Since it is his first birthday with me since I adopted him in August 2025, I made sure to get him a special puppy cupcake!
He would love a happy birthday from everyone!
Americans: I use miles and pounds
Europeans: I use kilometres and kilograms
Canadians: [snorting a line of assorted measuring systems] I'm 5'8, I weigh 150lbs, horses weigh 1000kgs, my house is an hour away and I drive 80 km/h to get there, I need a cup of flour and 1L of milk