I saw a store named “Tanagra” in Milan two summers ago. Of course, this led to a mini-discussion (me talking, wife agape) about why it was funny/interesting/cool.

Not surprisingly, she couldn’t have cared less.

Being a moron, I then had to explain why the show was so cool, that they had altered the very structure of language in this episode, and how that would work.

About this point she started getting mad, because we were wasting all this “special time in Italy” talking about Star Trek instead of something more appropriate to the occasion.

I countered with “like what? – what are we supposed to talk about?”

Yeah, that went over well.

We’re both academics, up on postmodernism, etc., so a discussion of alternative conceptions of language would be a wholly appropriate thing to discuss, if only it had been prompted by the ghost of Foucault, as opposed to Star Trek.

Fucking wives…