According to a headline in today’s Daily, “Students wane on Iraq attack.” But don’t expect languid, pale undergrads struggling to rise from Victorian fainting couches. The headline writer was merely employing a new cutting-edge usage of “wane” in which it means “to possess ‘a variety of opinions’” about whether to overthrow the “Iraqui [sic] president.”
Also, it turns out that Andrew W.K. is an Ann Arbor native.
Gaiety and frivolity ensued as the Jefferson Market observed a second anniversary. Says the “Talk About Town” columnist, “Toddlers took to the pavement to dance jigs by Pub Domain, a Lansing-based Celtic band. Before that, adults got a dose of comic juggler Jonathan Park’s sardonic wit.” The Jefferson Market, notes our A2 equivalent of “Metropolitan Diary,” is patronized by customers “many from homes beyond the Old West Side.”
We can only hope that the revelry didn’t get as out of hand as that Flemish peasant wedding described in the Onion, in which Mies the Swineherd tore his codpiece and the town’s butter churn was overturned.
Does anyone remember Douglas Coupland’s word for the mid-twenties realization that one is completely alone in the world?
I’ll try to work up some distaste for Ann Arbor tomorrow. Like, maybe The Ann Arbor News is running a story that makes us look like a hick town, and I could make some snide comment about that. Wouldn’t that be a new departure for this weblog? Or maybe I could make a trenchant observation about some disagreeable aspect of big city life that’s replicated here, without the corresponding good quality. Wry and understated!
I guess what I’m saying is that I’ll try to find something about dogs and needlework samples, and blog it tomorrow.