In which a veteran of cultural studies seminars in the 1990s moves into academic administration and finds himself a married suburban father of two. Foucault, plus lawn care.
- From the 'Time Passes' department, an actual exchange with The Boy yesterday:
TB: Dad, what's a Walkman?
DD: It's like an ipod.
TB: Oh. Okay.
- From the 'Budding Critic' department, an actual exchange with The Girl from earlier this week, when we were listening to XM Kids in the car, and a slow version of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" came on:
TG: I like the noisier songs.
DD: Me, too.
TG (forlorn): Songs like these just make me sad.
Her use of 'noisier' may be technically incorrect, but I knew exactly what she meant. And she nailed the tone.
- From the 'Algonquin Round Table' department, an actual dinnertime exchange, earlier this week:
TB: I bet Darth Vader had nasty farts.
DD: I wonder if they had that same breathing sound as his voice.
TW: He probably sighed afterwards.
DD: And had to swish his cape.
TB: (in a Darth Vader voice) The Force was strong in that one!
DD: (in a Darth Vader voice) My shorts have gone over to the dark side.
I don't even want to admit the total number of years of formal education represented in that exchange...