  Once again, my educational process has been hindered by a form of precipitation. Snow, that is. Snow, snow, and more snow. Nieve, nieve, y mas nieve, you would say if you spoke Spanish. I hear they're calling for it to snow all through the night until lunchtime tomorrow. That's preposterous! Fortunately for me, I can finally do all of that Eskimo research I've been meaning to do.
I mean, I'm quite ignorant on the subject. "Do Eskimoes really kiss like that? How do they build large enough igloos for the community buildings (schools, courthouses, that sort of thing)? Why is most of the American Eskimo population concentrated in Arizona? They're not fit for that kind of weather! " are just a few of the questions that have passed through my mind these last few, wintery days. On my worst days, I even doubt if Eskimoes exist at all. But, like I said, those are on my worst days. On my best days, I wonder if the stereotypical Eskimo is simply a figment of America's desire for a picture-perfect world.
Or perhaps the Eskimoes are simply being exploited for their cultural appeal. Can you imagine how successful a cell phone commercial would be featuring an Eskimo saying, "Can you hear me now? Good. " all throughout his escapades in his wintry habitat? Or perhaps ICEcapades through a minty nap, a bat. You know, the camera would follow him around while he's ice fishing, or perhaps naming a new breed of snow.
Or even racing dog sleds. Or perhaps that is already a commercial? I can't remember. And if it's not really one, then maybe it's just subliminal messages being conveyed through commericals for Donald Duck brand orange juice or something. Woah. I gotta stop. Sometimes even my own outlandish governmental and advertising conspiracies scare me. That, and I've had the theme from the Harry Potter movies stuck in my head. Also, I miss Cary Elwes. What ever happened to that guy? 
