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Photo of d’bi.young.anitafrika and her son, Moon, courtesy of Women’s Press.

National Non-Smoking Week starts January 20—as most New Year's resolutions to quit go up in smoke. It's a shame that the National Non-Smoking Week website sucks. The layout is plain, the links aren't updated frequently, and the only materials up for 2008 are a few fact sheets and posters with this year's theme, "Taking My Life Back From Tobacco." (The artsier French version is better: "Ma nouvelle vie sans tabac" or "My new life without tobacco.") The lack of enthusiasm might explain why Toronto has nothing new online for planned 2008 activities. (Although you can't flick a butt without hitting an article about how bad smoking is for you.)

If you were a child passing through Toronto since the early 1970s, there's a good chance you may have eaten at The Old Spaghetti Factory. Kitschy antique decor, the pots of whipped garlic butter that arrived with the loaf of bread and a family-friendly atmosphere have kept the crowds coming for nearly four decades.

Canstage opened its new season at the Bluma Appel with a much-ballyhooed production of Of Mice and Men (scooping Stratford's 2007 season), which resulted in Torontoist's inbox becoming full of e-mails requesting that we audition our dogs for the show (we declined). Things recommenced rather more innocuously at the Berkeley Street Theatre with the world premiere of The Story of My Life, a self-labelled "small musical." The two-hander is all about friendship and death. Or something.

In concept, WinterCity has great potential. The city wants us to forget our winter blahs and get out and do stuff--free stuff, tasty stuff, new stuff...the cold-weather version of the summer's Celebrate Toronto Streets Festival. The Winterlicious lineup proves Summerlicious can be equalled in quality, and free entertainment is always a draw. But Toronontist regrets to report, in terms of showcasing our city's "vibrant arts scene" as promised...WinterCity has yet to deliver.

scenes to reveal a typical day in the life of these Torontonians." While we're tepidly curious to know what a day in the life of Michael Ondaatje is like, for the aforementioned Mulroney, we need no picture to tell us a thousand words (9 AM: Place hair gel on hair, rub vaseline on teeth.) Enough said.