Ann Arbor has Street View

I wish I had known they were photographing, would have stood outside my apartment to be immortalized in Google Maps. So, a brief tour of Ann Arbor.


My street, the one I live on


I work in the big brick building, same street as before. My sphere of influence is rather small.


The Brown Jug. For my program, this is sort of The Max, or The Bronze.


Tree-lined block. Most look like this.


Main Street. Usually a lot of people walking dogs here.

There, now you never have to visit. Continue reading "Ann Arbor has Street View"!

Hard mistake

It's been a while, I've been distracted with end of term. That's all over now. I plan to post thoughts on my first year of graduate school later. For now, a silly story.

A University of Michigan professor of archaeology recently took his 7-year-old son to a Detroit Tiger's game. The boy was thirsty, so dad bought him a lemonade. Oops, it was alcoholic - a Mike's Hard Lemonade. In the ninth inning, a security guard stopped by and took the bottle from the kid. Sounds like an honest mistake, right? Enlighten the guy and be done with it. Well, no.

The kid was rushed to the children's hospital, given blood tests, and observed for the rest of the day. The father was questioned by police, and then child services took the kid into foster care, where he remained for two days until his mother was allowed to retrieve him. The father was then forced to move to a hotel for a week.

All of this for 12 ounces of sugary swill? This man was ostracized and denied parental rights - legally obligated recourse - because he accidently fed his child a few grams of alcohol, but there is no action against parents that chronically medicate, overfeed, and home school their children into oblivion. The worst part? That lemonade cost 7 dollars! Continue reading "Hard mistake"!