The Car Show

So my dad and I took Graham to the car show today. We told him we were going to see some cars, and he kept asking "Cars? Cars?" the whole way there, the whole time we were there, and the whole way home. He especially liked climbing into the driver's seat and messing with the various knobs and buttons on the dash. I will say it's probably for the best that the horns are disabled. I checked out different kinds of hybrids; I think we will be getting a second car later this year. It was interesting to see GM's huge Live Green, Go Yellow
campaign present, since I sort of have the impression that developing ethanol technology is akin to investing and researching a better kind of magnetic tape for your 8-track. I think we can do so much better. WCCO ran a fascinating Project Energy segment several months ago, which suggested that we in no way, shape, or form have the amount of land necessary to plant corn sufficient to meet our current fuel demands. And then there's the issue of non-native mono-crops as a whole, and the amount of chemicals leeched into soil and groundwater. Large areas of a single crop stand out like a sore thumb to insects that would destroy them, generally requiring lots of pesticides. I don't mean to disparage the attempt at making things better. I'm glad ethanol is around. I just think it's strange to see such a huge push behind a form of fuel that at best will only be a portion of what's needed.

In other news, after his bath tonight Graham discovered his nipples. It was hilarious! He kept poking at them, signing "milk." Then he got the great idea to try nursing himself. With his mouth as wide as it would go, he tucked his chin into his chest as hard as he could. Then he started slowly bending his knees to inch just a little... lower... almost... there... Until suddenly, he was on the floor and shockingly enough, his mouth was nowhere near where he aimed to go. He was quite confused, and I'm sure my laughter wasn't helping.