This morning I find myself in my big red chair. Reading Thinking
with Bruno Latour in Rhetoric and Composition. Captain Jake
and the Neverland Pirates coming through the door from the next room.
Every once in a while my three year old sniffles, half cries/complains
something about where’s my toast. I get up and get the toast, deliver
and then return to Latour-through-these-RhetComp-people. About ontology
over epistemology. Where the hell did I put my coffee? This is my life. Yesterday
It was Latour/paper airplane construction/toilet bowl cleaning
with a new brush.
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