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.
Although I kinda expected it to suck – which it did – this weekend I took TW to see the new Indiana Jones movie. She's had a thing for Harrison Ford ever since Star Wars, and she loved loved loved the first three Indy movies.
Nobody warned me that it was a comedy. I actually laughed out loud, hard, at this one:
The Dean: It's the FBI. They've ransacked your office!
Indy: But you're the dean of the college! Couldn't you stop them?
Me, in audience: HA!
Nobody else in the theater laughed. I thought it was the highlight of the movie.
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