The first female warden in the Milan prison (Milan, Michigan for you out-of-towners) displays a refreshing perspective on A2:
I remember seeing Ann Arbor listed as one of the best five places to live. But my first impression here was the “sticker shock'’ from housing prices. But it reminds me a lot of other college towns like Madison, Wis., fine people, friendly, university aura, a lot of professional people.
Vie: FITNESS & SPA, despite having abandoned the hard return in their name that we complained about before, must be stopped. Their latest ad campaign, as seen in the Observer, revolves around the slogan “discover your V spot.” (The V spot, judging by the line on the photo, is somewhere just above and to the right of the navel.)
This month’s Observer features an essay by Jeff Mortimer, a longtime A2 resident who decided he’d had it with the noise of downtown. The piece, titled “An urbanite in Eberwhite,” as if moving from downtown Ann Arbor to a slightly more sprawled out area of Ann Arbor is a massive fish-out-of-water culture shock, details his frustration with downtown and eventual move to a quieter area. “The very qualities that had lured me downtown and kept me there — the hustle and bustle, the electricity in the air — eventually began to morph from charms to drawbacks,” he writes. Among the drawbacks: car stereos, “all-too-close party houses” and “boisterous imbibers returning noisily from a night on the town.”
But even his new neighborhood isn’t quite perfect; it’s got church bells, barking dogs and people doing yardwork. Mortimer concludes by reminiscing about the quieter time of his childhood, when silence was “universal,” before modern nuisances like bells and dogs fought to dominate the aural landscape.
Eston Bond from Hyaline Skies and the Daily is the latest topic of discussion at Metafilter as the alleged owner of the domain greenlighter.org, a discussion site for people who wear green polo shirts with the collar turned up as a sexual invitation. (There’s speculation that the site could be a hoax.) But that’s nothing — wait until you hear what it means to wear a green ribbon to an Ann Arbor City Council meeting.