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.
The Fall rubber chicken circuit is in full swing again. Lots of evening events, celebrating all manner of good things. Each one worthwhile in itself, though they add up.
This morning, at home:
The Boy (weakly): I didn't get to play with you last night.
I'm going in late today, so we can walk to school together.