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.
Monday, September 26, 2005
The Boy Stumbles Upon an Eternal Truth
"Daddy, why do girls like boys who play music?"
I've wondered that myself, actually. I asked him where he heard that.
