In which a veteran of cultural studies seminars in the 1990's moves into academic administration and finds himself a married suburban father of two. Foucault, plus lawn care. For private comments, I can be reached at deandad at gmail dot com. The opinions expressed here are my own and not those of my employer.
Friday, January 14, 2005
Love is Gross!
"Love is gross!" Thus spoke The Boy the other day when I got home and kissed The Wife.
The Wife wanted to correct him, but I didn't. At his age, he's entirely correct. Let him learn otherwise, later.
