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.
Last night, in the car, just after I picked up The Boy at CCD on my way home from work:
DD: What happened in school today?
DD: Did you have gym or music?
DD: What did you do in music?
TB (earnestly): When I say "nothing," I don't mean we didn't do anything. I just mean I don't want to have a long conversation about it.