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.
Apparently, there's a candy now called "Nerds." The Boy got some in his Halloween loot, and opened the box after dinner last night.
The following ensued.
The Wife: (chuckle)
TB: I like nerds!
The Wife and DD: (chuckle)
TB: Mmm. Nerds are sweet.
(TB spills some.)
TB: Uh-oh! There's a nerd by The Girl!
TW: There certainly is.
TW: How do you feel about that, DD?
DD: Exposed. I've been outed.
DD: Do you know what a nerd is?
TW: Someday, you'll hear that there's a nerd by TG.
DD: She could do a lot worse.
TW (smiling wryly): Mmm-hmm...
Search for Jobs