2002 August

I went to the Art Center's A Squared theme exhibit hoping to see works touching on things I like about this city: the last few threads of its once lush lunatic fringe, pockets of ungentrified seediness, and beer-soaked...

Claudia Sherman is exactly the kind of girl who intimidated me in middle school: cute, pert, smart, irreverent, and exquisitely, fearlessly, foul mouthed. Now that we're both all grown up, however, I just think she's a...

The Ark, Ann Arbor's premier club for acoustic music, has booked all manner of acts in its nearly forty years — but never a cellist performing hard-core classical repertoire. This month, however, the young Israeli...

The Latin American presence in Ann Arbor shows itself only in intermittent signs — a Spanish-language church service here, a section of Mexican groceries there. For Ann Arborites who travel around the country a bit and have...

August is a good time to drive out to a small, green town, sit in an air-conditioned theater, and let someone else's view of the human condition wash over you for a few hours. I was in a heat-induced trance the Sunday...

Naia Venturi’s puppet show Chemical Traces offers a perfect Everyman for an era of rabid-lemming consumerism and ecological destruction. In an age that thinks, for example, that the Yucca Mountain plan to transport nuclear...