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.
I'll try to put together something a little more thoughtful for tomorrow; last night was spent glued to the tv, happily watching the returns. Two quick nuggets:
- From the mouths of babes...Yesterday The Wife took The Boy and The Girl with her when she voted. (I went before work.) As they left the polling place, TB exclaimed "It's like the toilet has been clogged for eight years, and now we can finally flush it!"
- In October of 2006, I wrote: "Speaking of Dems, I foresee precisely two possibilities for 2008: Barack Obama, or crushing defeat." I'm glad we chose wisely.