Madonna is doing something really unfortunate on social media right now.

"NOW THEREFORE, I, Mayor Rob Ford, on behalf of Toronto City Council, do hereby proclaim February 6, 2014 as 'Bob Marley Day' in the City of Toronto." Bumbaclot.

Here's video of UC-Santa Cruz student Gennady Tsarinsky, 25, getting his "2 pound" (or maybe "2.5 pound") joint jacked by a buzzkill campus narc on 4/20. "Dude, we're going to court, man. We're totally going to court," you can hear Tsarinsky say, just before getting hauled in for possession. So he was right!

If we learned anything from the Grammys last night it was that Taylor Swift had the best time and Jay-Z didn't really give a shit. But not everyone could identify with one of those two extremes. In fact, one might say emotional investment at the Grammys existed on more of a spectrum. So in between your Taylors Swifts and your Jay-Zs you had your gum-chewing Adeles and your eye-rolling Lena Dunhams. But in the words of LL Cool J, "hashtag the Grammys hashtag equals hashtag music" and music brings people together. So despite the very different levels of enjoyment, at least everyone kind-of-sort-of danced to Bruno Mars last night.

Bob Marley died on May 11, 1981. How will you celebrate this anniversary? Read one of the many fine books on Marley's life? Reflect on the amazing depth of his discography? Have lunch with Bunny Wailer? Start a revolution in Zimbabwe? Save the poor?

Wyclef Jean's new EP is out today, and the Guardian caught up with him. He sometimes speaks in the third person, and knows he's the man: "Fans on Twitter call me the modern-day Fela or Marley or Dylan, you know."

Sometimes it's nice to put down the chalice, for once, and realize that Bob Marley was not the second coming of Jesus, or a hippie, for Chrissake. He was a flawed man! A new biography tells us just how flawed.

Vogue editrix Anna Wintour is campaigning against a restaurant looking to open near her West Village townhouse. She even testified against it last night. Ever since Bob Marley broke her heart, she really has a thing against Jamaican food, apparently.

Rasta don't work for no CIA. But Bob Marley now works for a private equity firm.

Thousands of people in Jamaica turned out last weekend to celebrate the life of Bob Marley's mother, who apparently died earlier this month, in a development I totally missed. Her name was Cedella Booker, and she died at the age of 81, outliving her son by 27 years. Bob Marley, the reggae superstar who was (argument starter) the most notable musician of the 20th century, now leaves behind only his seemingly endless procession of kids to carry on his name—his British dad died in 1955. We should also note that Marley once had a brief affair with Vogue editor Anna Wintour. Noted! Anyhow, let's take a moment to remember Cedella Booker, who recorded two albums herself, and wrote two books about her son [The Root]. Her life produced a net gain in the world's happiness. How shall we memorialize her? With a video of her son singing "Natural Mystic," of course:

Still reeling from the shock of close friend and colleague Anthony Minghella's sudden death last Tuesday, Harvey Weinstein's hope for a quiet week around the office was vanquished late Friday as resistance mounted for two of his company's upcoming projects. And you have to know that when you've made enemies of groups as diverse as Bob Marley's family and Star Wars fanboys, things really aren't going your way.