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.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
A Four-Year Old Postmodernist?
Last night, as I was putting him to bed after he had been completely insufferable all evening, The Boy declared: