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, August 19, 2005
Prayer, as Rendered by The Boy
Overheard a few nights ago:
Our Father, who art in heaven, Howard be my name...
