i want to say something like "yes, and i have a sketch of foucault's panopticon tattooed on my ass" -- but i am not that cool.
instead, i bask in the simple joy of the moment before taking another bite out of my fried pickle (do not knock it until you have tried it) and quizzing him about his encounters with continental thought.
i should have made him define differance... that could be a pretty cool addition to the pamphlet's appendix.
god. why am i not in grad school?