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, November 25, 2005
I Could See That...
We tivo-ed "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving," and watched it today with The Boy.
The Boy insisted, repeatedly, that Peppermint Patty is a boy.
