The Ford Robotics Building, at $75 million and 140,000 square feet, is set to open soon. Features include an indoor fly zone for autonomous aerial vehicles, an outdoor playground for walking robots, a high-bay garage for self-driving cars, and more.
Most patients opted for video, but the future of virtual mental health visits is less certain due to reimbursement.
Actor Wendell Pierce joins UMS production that offers a new way of imagining live theater in a lingering pandemic that has shuttered in-person arts experiences nationwide.
The emergence of infectious diseases attributed to novel pathogens that “spill over” from animal populations into humans is on the rise. Museum specimens hold important clues.
Professor of Information Cliff Lampe ponders the future of social media in the wake of several platforms’ decisions to ban Donald Trump after the Jan. 6 insurrection at the nation’s Capitol.
Ann Arbor will soon be home to more than 20 “smart intersections”—capable of gathering and transmitting information in real time to connected cars—as part of a University of Michigan effort to demonstrate the safety potential of connected and automated vehicles.
What a way to end the year! Mark Schlissel details news of the COVID-19 vaccine deployment at U-M.
Miracles are in our DNA at U-M, including that famous one involving a bearded man on 34th Street.
As we kick 2020 to the curb, Ricky Rood says climate and COVID don’t follow the conventions of our calendar.
Life, death, and renewal
As the gray of winter descends, let’s embrace the breathtaking beauty of autumn in Ann Arbor. It sure beats reflecting on the heinous events of 2020! And really, there’s no place prettier than the U-M campus in the fall. Enjoy these literary interpretations of the season, along with some gorgeous photos by Michigan Photography’s Scott Soderberg.
A Moveable Feast
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.”
—Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
The Great Gatsby
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Letters on Cezanne
“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honey-sweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cezanne
Anne of Green Gables
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
—L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn — that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness — that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”
— Jane Austen, Persuasion
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”
— Nathaniel Hawthorne, American Notebooks Oct. 10, 1842
“The restless spirit”
“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit.”
— George Eliot
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Aprils have never meant much to me. Autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”
— Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
When the Year Grows Old
I cannot but remember
When the year grows old —
October — November —
How she disliked the cold!
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, When the Year Grows Old