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, July 24, 2006
In Which The Boy Demonstrates that Meaning is Not Transparent
The Wife took The Boy to mass. The Boy noticed the crucifix on the wall. Pointing, he asked: