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.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
The Intrepid Boy
This morning, at breakfast:
The Boy: I'm not afraid of anything, Daddy. (pause) Except squids.
