Monday, March 13, 2006
In the Abstract...
"Sometimes I think I feel the need to scratch my butt."
No good can come of this...
Now to train him in the proper method of belching: loud and proud, followed by a muttered "oh yeah!"
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. Comments are welcome. Comments for general readership can be posted directly after the blog entry. For private comments, I can be reached at deandad at gmail dot com. The opinions expressed here are my own (or those of commenters), and not those of my (unnamed) employer.
The cast of recurring characters includes The Wife, The Boy, and The Girl. The Boy is in elementary school. The Girl is in preschool, and queen of all she surveys.