I’m reading The Poet Dying: Heinrich Heine’s Last Years in Paris by Ernst Pawel, and there was one sentence in it that so reminded me of my various Ann Arbor antagonists:

He embodied everything that Heine despised about the radical literati of the period: their vapid rhetoric, self-importance, chauvinism, narrow minded moralism and insipid anthropocentric religiosity.

To see an example, just check out the book maven at Ann Arbor.com. I have to say that, especially after my visit to Pittsburgh, where the guy who takes your money on the incline has more on the ball than all these self-satisfied academics who think they’re sooooo superior but have a hard time figuring out what month it is (true story), I’ve become a little disenchanted with Ann Arbor. I used to also think it was a good place to raise kids, but considering how easy my mind is now that they’re both far from here and the clutches of the behemoth High School and various drug addled scions of Psychologists and Felons, I can’t even say that anymore.

Hopefully I’ll get over it since I’m a little too old to run away from home.