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 scene: an organizational meeting of the junior lego league, in the elementary school cafeteria. We're sitting at the picnic-table-style tables, listening to a badly undermotivated teacher explain the lego league. TB and I are patiently waiting for something to happen. A Dad with three boys sits down next to me.
Teacher: and the projects are really about creativity, you know, thinking outside the box...
Boy 1: What box?
Boy 1: WHAT BOX, DADDY?
Dad (urgent stage whisper): The box inside your head.
Boy 1: I DON'T HAVE A BOX IN MY HEAD!
Boy 1 (to boy 2): I don't have a box in my head!
Boy 2: Boxhead!
Boy 1: I'm not a boxhead. You're a boxhead.
Boy 3 (laughing): boxhead...
And another figure of speech dies at the junior lego league meeting.
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