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 Boy wrote a letter to President Obama in class, and brought it home today. In its entirety:
Dear Mr. President,
I think you should do everything you can to make this the best country ever! I think you should make more freedom. You should make no one smoke. Last of all you should make everyone happy.
"I think you should make more freedom." I couldn't have said it better myself.