My new tenure-track digs include a large office in a historic building with leaded-pane windows, sills deep enough to stack files on, and shelves on three walls filled with my own books, departmental gems, and junk from years past.
All the signs point to it: I'm finally a bona-fide member of academe.
Yet I'm gradually coming to realize that my membership card should read "in but not of" -- something the 2004 presidential election set in stark relief. Maybe I should have seen it coming all along.
Interesting observations on "a clear semiotics of inclusion and exclusion."