So it turns out babies like light. But they don’t like bright lights. This is not so convenient.

The average Canadian child has $15,000 spent on it in the first year of its life (begs the question of whether the stupid ones get more or less). But what the fuck? 15k on… diapers? Frankincense? Myrrh? The child could go to school for less. Stick ten grand in the bank, and the kid’s education’s paid for. And your bar tab’s covered till the end of next month.

This town has not become less uncharming with the passing of winter. Great heaps of snow remain. Like glaciers, they’re protected from the sun by a nasty crust of ice and garbage; fast food wrappers, lost children’s toys and roadkill tossed aside by the plow. Our neighbor’s 9-year old went looking for a Barbie who went out in a blizzard and never came back and instead came across Fluffy, the overfed tabby her Dad told her had gone to live with their Florida cousins. Tragic really. Frozen into the retreating remnants of Ice Field 13. Looks like she was headed for Camp 2 but took a wrong turn at Dogwood Col and got lost.

I wish Steve McCurry would stop taking headshots of children in the Third World, don’t you? Seriously. Steve. It’s getting creepy. Just because they’re still selling doesn’t mean you can’t move on. Meanwhile, Nation of Pearls is back at it with more racist, defamatory silliness. Somebody must have finished some work and be drinking again.

I made that stuff up about the cat, by the by.