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Table of Contents Smock Talk is Back!
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The Supper's Favorite Sounds
Living in the deaf world: an interview with Miss Deaf Wisconsin
New Fiction by Bob Treu Music Detox
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Sound is the most startling sense. It captures your attention completely and grabs you at a primal level. It doesn’t waft in or seep or complement flavors the way other senses do. Sound is what kept tigers from eating us, but it’s also the sense that serenades, seduces, and sorrows. Songwriters know this. Not only do they compose harmonies that stick like trail markers in time, but it’s lyrics about sound that best tap a song’s emotional core. Sure, visual lyrics can be powerful scene setters, and taste and smell are more sensual. But when Hank Williams sang about lonesome whippoorwills and midnight trains whining low, I felt like I was hanging head on that Alabama porch with 'im. Moreover, whenever I hear a deep Phish jam I wish my first thoughts were of those sunny afternoons at Alpine Valley, but I usually just flash back to my college dorm room, where I rocked out to them the most.Yet there’s nothing wrong with that, as I admire the way music pastes sound to memory. Or at least that’s what I think. Everyone else could be linking these traits to smell and taste and sight and touch, and I’d really have no way of knowing. But thankfully, Second Supper is your local equal opportunity sense satisfier. This issue is all about sound — why we hear, what we like about it, and how it affects us — and in one issue per month, from here to June, will explore a new sense in a new way. So please turn the page and enjoy our debut sound issue. Read the triumphant return of Smock Talk, where Ben Clark explains the workings of the inner ear, and Amber Miller's adjoining article on the unspoken rules of communication. Enjoy Bob Treu’s latest short story, a winter’s tale that snaps like icy branches. We also examine life without sound as I spend a day with plugs in my ears, and Briana Rupel profiles a childhood friend who also happens to be the reigning Miss Deaf Wisconsin. And to complete our aural fixation, we let all our writers sound off on their favorite noises — from "foonk" to “thwip” to “flim-flam.” I hope you find it to be an interesting survey, and also a vital one, just one more way that Second Supper covers all the world around you. — Adam Bissen
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Collecting train memorabilia and assembling model trains was one of my grandpa's favorite hobbies. I still remember as a kid marveling at this one particular model scene he created. Held up by two or three sawhorses, it was so huge that every time I scrambled downstairs at the cottage to view it, I would find one more element to it that I hadn't yet seen. The model tracks were no wider than my fingernail. Little plastic cows were expertly glued into the meadow, somewhere on a rolling pasture near the tiny wood-paneled train station. The trains? I couldn't tell you much about them. I was too enchanted by the mini cows. (Wisco represent!) Whether you know what a 3rd Rail CB&Q Class S4a Hudson is, or you're just a curious kid like me, you'll find plenty of interesting things at the Great Tri-State Rail Sale. Along with educating yourself at their many railroad displays and exhibitions, feel free to buy, swap, or trade your railroad memorabilia with vendors at the show. They'll have antique toys on display for you to browse through, and children's toy trains for your kids (or grandkids!) to covet. There will also be guided tours of the steam locomotive, caboose, and grand crossing tower available, so get out your whistles and head down to the Rail Sale this weekend! Woot woot! — Briana Rupel
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By Maria Pint
maria.pint@secondsupper.com There’s nothing like starting off a new semester sicker than a dog. I don’t actually know why that saying is so popular because I’ve never actually seen a really sick dog before, but you get my point. I got back to La Crosse about a week ago; plenty of time before the new block of classes were set to begin. I was thinking that I could hang out with some friends I haven’t seen since before break, go eat at some of my favorite local restaurants and just be a college bum in general. Unfortunately, I ended up being somewhat like a cancer patient instead. Now I blame the wings at Hooters for my illness, but I can’t really be sure of what caused my stomach to become suicidal. It felt like someone literally took my stomach, the organ itself, and dipped it into battery acid. And then of course that same sadistic person put it back into my body to let me suffer for four or five days. Very reminiscent of Dr. Mengele actually. Creepy. I have no problem admitting that I am the biggest baby when it comes to me being sick though.Whenever I have even the slightest cold or headache, I complain and sulk around like someone killed my puppy. So you can safely assume at this point that I just had some mild abdominal discomfort that I’m now blowing way out of proportion. I won’t even be mad. Assuming such things won’t shut me up any time soon however; my mother found out the hard way. She made the unfortunate mistake of being gone when I was sick this past weekend. I was so mad at her! You see, roommates tend not to care when you’re sick so I always call my mother and tell her I’m dying when I get a little touch of the flu or something. But during my run in with salmonella (what I’m convinced, without a doubt, I had) her and V-dawg just had to be down in Arizona for a golf weekend. What horrible parents; I was a child in need! Even though I was totally better by the time they got back the other day, I still felt the need to call my mother and give her an hourby-hour account of my illness. Keep in mind that I was suffering from salmonella for four days at
least so she had to sit there and listen to twenty minutes or so of me complaining about my weekend. Only a mother would actually take that, and I love her for it. B e ing able to whine to someone who actually listened to me felt awesome at the end of a long struggle with my own personal Dr. Mengele. It helped a whole lot more than the dumb stuff I was doing to get better when I was still sick. I thought that maybe if I ate a lot of toast it would help me. Then I remembered that sick people always eat soup, so I got a lot of soup and ate it. Nothing helped! Then I got desperate and went to Target. I spent a good half hour pacing up and down the isles of the “health and beauty” section looking for any sort of drugs that would help my situation. I ended up with a family size bottle of Pepto Bismol because it cures like everything related to the stomach; it basically had my name on it. That day I spent watching bad movies on Lifetime and taking pulls straight out of the Pepto bottle.Then I saw on the back that you’re not supposed to exceed eight doses in twentyfour hours. I wasn’t keeping track or anything, but I’m sure that I was over that amount in about three hours flat. I survived obviously, so it must be more of a guideline than a rule. I guess I could have gotten sick at a worse time, like the first day of classes for example, so I should be grateful. But then I went to the first day of classes yesterday and wished I was home sick. Every semester it just keeps getting worse and worse. I swear the syllabi are even getting more boring. I spent the last few days of my freedom being sick and now I’m enslaved by spring semester, never to escape. The same old routine of classes has resumed and I’m just glad that I’m a junior; only one more year to go (keep your fingers crossed on that one). Luckily, the first week of classes, however boring it may be, isn’t entirely different than winter break anyway. I have no homework yet, at least none that I’m actually going to do, so I think I’ll return now to watching bad Lifetime movies for the rest of the afternoon. I guess the only thing that I can be thankful for is that my stomach is finally back to normal. But don’t worry, I’ll do my best to eat absolute junk and salmonella-infested foods to get back to my sick state so as to skip classes with a clear conscience. “Sorry professor, it feels like my stomach was dipped in battery acid.” That should work.
Size 13 adventure: part two
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brett.emerson@secondsupper.com CJ Slugger texted the Snake again. “What size shoe do you wear?” he asked. The response: “Size 13, why?” CJ didn’t answer, only laughed his most villainous Evil Dick Hassely mwa-ha-ha. Then he told us the plan. We waddled through the exit doors of Old Country Buffet, each man (save the Leprechaun, who was merry as always) disgusted with the amount of food swirling around in our stomachs. It was vowed that we would never return to this gluttonous pit. That vow will likely stand until boredom and irony once again come for us, a decade from now. Escaping the buffet demanded a grotesque level of concentration, lest our bodies explode and embarrass us. Keeping control was difficult and uncertain. As we drove away, I hunched over in the backseat and kept my window open, just in case any fatty meats decided to leap out of me. Our journey across the highway, to the commercial district, was paved with groans. The car stopped in a remote segment of Target’s parking lot, and we crawled out of the car. Our steps toward the sliding doors in the distance were slow and wobbly. We talked of the plan, and the thought of it made me keel over. A dribble of processed vomit slithered off my tongue and plopped onto the ice. My two cohorts left me there. They looked over their shoulders and laughed as Target’s doors slid open and brought them inside. I wasn’t sure if it was time to purge my guts of the buffet or if I could be trusted inside the store. For a second I hunched and lurched, unsure of what to do, but then I made a compromise. I’d follow them in and puke like a little kid if need be. The spectacle would be worth it. Their trail led through jewelry booths and lingerie racks, weaving right angles toward the center of the store. And it was there, at the far end of middle, where CJ put his plan together, beginning with the cheapest pair of size 13s he could find. They were a completely nondescript pair of white shoes, and they still cost $25. Looking back, we probably should have gone to Payless. The scheme still needed more supplies,
more class. We picked up a few extra components and carried our materials to the registers. Along the way, we passed a greeting card display which promoted Valentine’s Day a month early. Row upon row of musical greeting cards stood ready to destroy the sanity of Target’s employees. We needed one of these cards. It was a hard choice. Should we pick a card that played a tinny version of Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love,” or one that played the Pointer Sisters’ “I’m So Excited?” As with many tough dilemmas in life, we were guided by Saved by the Bell, and Jesse Spano’s glorious caffeine pill addiction. The Pointer Sisters it was. We tossed the card on the pile, where bad foot-related puns would soon distort its pristine beauty.We left Target with ourselves in one piece. The car stopped, one block away from the Snake’s house, far from any streetlight. Removing our newfound shoes from their box, CJ turned off the car and carried the empty shoebox into the street. He moved to the front of the car, standing proud in the glow of imaginary headlights, spotlights. Lep wouldn’t come out; he was being a baby. Witnessing this plan unfold, by default, fell to me. I crawled out of the passenger seat and held CJ’s camera aloft, turning my head as it filmed what I wasn’t willing to watch in person. As it turned out, not a whole lot of video footage showed up, just a lot of darkness. It was just as well, though, because nobody really needs to see what happened. What CJ Slugger did to that shoebox was obscene. Owing to a morbid stripe of Luca Brasi horse head panache, CJ returned one shoe to the shoebox and left one in the backseat, unmarred. I had crossed the street and stood in front of a foreign mailbox, content with allowing the plan to run on without my involvement. But CJ wasn’t done with me. After photographing his handiwork, he came over to my side of the street, box in hand, and opened it. “Check it out,” he said. I looked in, and the view did the trick. “Thanks,” I said, a second before the ghosts of Old Country Buffet roared from my mouth and painted fluorescent orange crop circles in the snow. By necessity, CJ held the shoebox, Lep held the card, and they stood far apart from each other. I called the Snake and told him that we had arrived. A moment later, he shuffled outside, taking pains to not slip on the ice. At the foot of his driveway, Lep presented Snake with the card. As “I’m So Excited” screeched from the paper a grin cracked Snake’s face, the reference to caffeine pill addiction well acknowledged. The shoebox, however, didn’t go down as well. It dropped to the ground and was quickly tossed into a nearby dumpster. We all laughed at the prank, Snake included, but it was a joke best told with hand sanitizer within reach. Latex gloves preferred. We needed gum. (Editor's note: Tune in next week, for the exciting conclusion of Size 13 Adventure...)
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By Ben Clark
benjamin.clark@secondsupper.com Ahh, to enjoy the wondrous world that is sound. Whether it be grooving to your favorite track, listening to a delightful and informative conversation, or listening for predators in the darkness of the woods at night to avoid being a meal, the sense of hearing has many enjoyable and necessary facets. Even more miraculous than the sense of hearing is understanding how this sense has evolved over time. Let’s start by working from the outside in. The outer ear is made up of pinna and the auditory meatus.The pinna or the auricle is the only part of the ear that we can visibly see. If you look at the shapes of auricles in other animals, you’ll notice that they all share the same basic conical shape, kind of like a funnel. This shape allows for more sound waves to enter into the ear canal, specially evolved from millions of years of being saber tooth dinner. In addition to collecting sound, the funnel shape also has the added bonus of amplifying the sound as it travels into the ear canal. The next stop on our tour is the middle ear. The middle ear basically consists of the ear canal and the ear drum (tympanic membrane). As sound waves enter the ear canal, they reverberate off of the ear drum to a series of smaller bones, called the malleus, the incus and the stapes. The malleus (hammer) vibrates and sends the vibrations to the incus (anvil), which in turns connects to the stapes (stirrups). These smaller bones are necessary as they take sounds that come in at lower vibrations via the ear drum and convert them into higher frequencies as they enter the inner ear. The sounds that enter the ear need to be at a higher frequency due to the nature of the inner ear. As the stapes vibrates, it transfers the vibrations into a smaller cavity of the ear called the oval window. Since this portion of the air is filled with liquid instead of air, the vibrations of sound that enter here need to be sent in through high-vibrations in order to prevent damage from occurring within. The inner ear sends sound waves to the cochlea, an area of the inner ear shaped like a conch shell. Here, the sound waves enter, sending pulses through a liquid called endolypmh.
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Eventually, these pulses interact with special cells called cilia. Cilia are small, hair-like cells that line the entire cochlea on a special organ known as the organ of Corti. At the very tops of the cells are small bundles of tectorial membranes, which move with each passing wave of sound that enters the air; directing the cilia towards the sound waves and allowing electric current to flow into the hair cell. The electric current that flows into the cell is actually based on a gradient level, based completely on the amount of sound that penetrates into the ear. This is different than most neurons, as the majority of cells that line the central nervous system only react with a “all or nothing” electrical charge, meaning that if ANYTHING triggers them, the cells will release their charge and pass the charge into the brain. Once the sound waves activate electronic signals in the hair cells, the signals then pass into a vast number of afferent neuron cells These neurons then travel through a series of tubes, much like the internet, to reach a central hub to the primary auditory complex, located in the temporal lobe in the brain. From here, the brain takes the information that it has been sent and converts you to recognize what is being heard. I’d talk about the neuroscience behind what it takes to make a random sound sound like it does in your head, but believe me; shit’s complicated. Hearing is something that is both beneficial and enjoyable. I hope that the next time you start rocking out to “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen, you take a couple seconds to remember everything that has to take place in order for you to hear Freddie Mercury vibrate your ear drums with his voice. Until next time, kiddies…keep your ears open!
By Amber Miller
amber.miller@secondsupper.com “It’s not what you say — it’s how you say it.” Oh, the truth of this weighs heavily on modern human interaction. Subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) changes in tone are used to emphasize or contrast or piss-off. Sometimes people aren’t even aware of the minute changes in their pitch, most often catalyzed by various social situations. Men, for instance, have been observed to lower their pitch when they speak to other men. Unconscious yearnings to be the alpha male spark these usually imperceptible alterations. Women’s voices, collectively, have become deeper over time as well, presumably for the same reason — deeper voices seem to equal power and dominance in most societies. While we may not be aware of it, the nuances of someone’s voice frequencies can affect our most important decisions — like whether or not to sleep with that husky-voiced guy you met at the liquor store. Studies show that men with deeper voices father more children, and that women’s preferences in the male voice fluctuate in conjunction with their hormones. A woman whose ovary has just shot out a shiny, newly-matured egg, ready for action, will more often than not choose a man with a bass voice. A breastfeeding woman, on the other hand, fancies a man with a higher tenor voice. This suggests that women unconsciously associate higher voices with cooperation (i.e. in the days of old, the tenor would be more likely to present a woman with a juicy hunk of antelope while she nurses her baby). And it goes beyond the actual linguistics of communication — the nonverbal part of communicating is often so much louder than the more easily controlled vocal elements. We all know that when someone says they’re fine with a taut jaw and carefully controlled facial muscles that they’re a big fat liar. Something is wrong, and whether they admit it vocally or not, the nonverbal cues have clued you in to the truth. There are the obvious hints — twitches, nervous coughs, refusal to look you in the eye — that raise suspicion, but even below that, on an unconscious level, we all gauge the faintest movements and positions of hands and eyebrows, mouths and shoulders. Even
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the diameter of the pupil does not escape a human’s rad detective skills — when you get that feeling that someone just doesn’t like you, regardless of any pleasant or polite banter that may have occurred between the pair of you, it may have been the teensy pupils that gave it away. Or that look that look you get from your beloved — body turned fully toward you, eyes crinkled in a real smile, pupils as wide-open as if influenced by artificial ecstasy instead of wholesome ecstasy doled out by your brain. If the interactions between humans are so influenced by such slight variances in vocal tone, facial expression, body position, and pupil size, what are the implications and possible repercussions of modern communicative technology? I’ve never been particularly good at telephone communication, and my lack of phone skills probably isn’t really my fault — if I can’t get the complete communiqué package, I can’t process the situation (so there, Mom). And at least it’s still possible to pick up on some of the vocal gradations over the phone. Texting and — what’s that called? IMing? whatever, you know what I mean — are even worse, and we can all identify with at least a minor miscommunication problem due to total lack of vocal and nonverbal context. Take it one step further — emails and the insidious “wall” situations on Facebook and MySpace. The aforementioned communication techniques are at least intended to evoke an immediate response — there is supposed to be a technological back-and-forth. And real letters written on actual paper (remember those, anyone?) involve the many shades of handwriting. But emails and wall comments are almost totally one-sided. You say what you want, and may not even expect a response, at least not immediately. The lack of immediacy takes almost every vital element out of human communication and brings it dangerously close to robotic computations. A technologically-inclined person might argue that there are ways of bringing nuance into these types of written communication, but a wink that is composed of a semi-colon followed by a parenthesis has nothing on a real wink composed of hundreds of facial muscles. My concern is that over long periods of time, humans may adapt to this new kind of communication — adaptations that would make us less real and more mechanical. Cue “Twilight Zone” music, please. We mustn’t get sucked into the ease of these hypo-real methods of communication. As a species, we have evolved some of the coolest processes to hear, see, and intuit the various facets of conversation. It’s simply disrespectful to evolution to discount these gems of skills in favor of assorted font sizes and colors. If real face-to-face conversation isn’t possible, give your quill a workout and send a real, live letter. It would surely be appreciated.
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There are a lot of great sounds in world of sports — the crack of maple striking a baseball, the crunch of shoulder pads into a fullback’s sternum, Jennifer Capriati after every backhand, the utz of a powerlifter between the clean and jerk. But there’s just something about all those sounds that seem routine, a part of the game if you will. The violent whoosh of a hockey player’s skates — most akin to honing a butchers knife — it sounds neat, but it’s ceaseless. The same with a defensive end colliding with a tackle: two behemoths stare eye-to-eye and their clash is as inevitable as restarting the play clock. But the best sounds are more than just auditory vibrations. They should be startling, emotional, conveying the weight of celebration. The best noises aren’t to be taken for granted, which is why the pure swish of a basketball net is the most thrilling sound in sports. A 20-foot jump shot is essentially a flung prayer. Even the best three-point shooters miss more than half the time. But when you see that perfect form, the erect back and goose-necked wrist, and you get the payoff one second later — swish, thwip, phew or whick, depending on the elevation — it’s like seeing hope become reality and then trotting back down the hardwood. A jump shot has a way of silencing 20,000 people in a basketball arena, and even without amplification the lift of an 8 ounce nylon net can be heard in the third balcony. You don’t even need to cheer at that point; a swish is a celebration in and off itself. Also, it’s way better than the worst noise in sports: the insulting clank of basketball off the rear iron. — Adam Bissen
My favorite sound, as mushy as it sounds, is my one-year-old son’s laugh. I know everyone thinks their kid is the cutest in the universe, but mine actually is. His laugh starts low in his belly and, if you tickle him in just the right spots, moves up a few octaves into a high squeak and finishes off in a giggle. Absolutely the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard! — Amber Miller
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My favorite sound is a slide whistle. Enough said. So ridiculous, so sexual and completely inappropriate. I wish a that every time someone says "Obama" on the news, it would immediately be followed with a slide whistle. Think about it, the news would be so fun to watch. — Kelly Morrison
My favorite sound is gonna be a little mushy, be forewarned. I love the sound of my boyfriend's voice.Yes I know that's kind of cheesy, but hey deal with it. It's calming and it drips with love and it's the only part of him I get, being as he's in Iraq right now. When my phone rings and I see the caller ID and I answer the phone, every time, he answers back, "Hey Beautiful, how are you?" That is my favorite sound to date! — Kelly Sampson
Poontang! I have a long-held love of strange words comprised of strange sounds. More than once I have grown to like a word, basing my judgment purely upon sound, ignoring definition. Poontang. Flimflam. Shenanigans. Conversely, I get really pissed off with the overuse of hard Es found in Italian operatic works and Midwestern accents. Listen to a squeaky local girl say “thanks” and you’ll understand my pain. Hard Es are the brass instruments of speech — good if used right, but more often grating and hellish. But as for pure sound, I’ve recently rediscovered the sonic beauty of Michael Winslow, the vocal genius from the Police Academy films. Many videos are available which testify to Winslow’s imitative greatness. He can duplicate a Hendrix tune, scare rubes with phony gunfire, and beatbox like mad. He can even mimic Funky Town! Many have claimed to be men of 1,000 voices (including Full House’s Dave Coulier, the rube!), but Michael Winslow brings the goods. The man has a gift, and is the king of sound. —Brett Emerson
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There is no question in my mind that the absolute best sound in the whole entire world is the sound a golf ball makes when it drops into a cup. Quite obviously I’m a golfer, hence my obsession with the sound. However, I feel that anyone can appreciate that beautiful “clank” if they’ve ever tried to play even just one hole of golf. It’s practically a win-win sound if you think about it. If you dropped a putt from 50 feet to make your birdie, it’s the sweet sound of victory. If you sliced your drive into the water hazard then proceeded to hack at it for half an hour, zigzagging across the fairway the entire time, then that sound at least signifies you’re done with that hole. Like I said, win-win. — Maria Pint
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Fw-op! There are many sounds I could claim as my favorite: the "foonk" of popping a bottle of Framboise, the "fw-op" of opening a sealed jar of pickles; but the sound that tops these is one that still gives me goosebumps every single time I hear it. I'm in a packed auditorium. The house lights fade to black, telling the audience to hush and take their seats. The stage is slowly lit to full brightness, and the principal violinist walks out to her seat. Still standing, she glides the full length of her bow across the E string. What starts as a quiet single note crescendos into a loud haunting dissonance, as the rest of the orchestra tunes their instruments according to her high E. Somewhere on stage a violist is bouncing her bow across two strings at a time. A cellist is drawing his bow slowly, honing in on that low C string, and a bassist is making me feel this pre-concert tuning ritual deep in my chest. There's beauty in the fact that, from these professional players with seemingly delicate instruments can come such a messy sort of chaos. Then, the tuning ends, and after the orchestra settles into their preferred playing positions, the conductor raises his hands in preparation for the first piece. And there's that perfect amount of anticipatory silence, which is sometimes the best sound of them all. — Briana Rupel
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A day without sound I keep my eyes on the road, searching for action, and the six-block drive to Festival Foods goes without a hitch. While there, I’m engaged in more human interaction than I’ll see all day. I bump into an old friend, and we make the most awkward small talk ever: I point at my muffs and shout “I’m taking a vow of silence!” When I tell the deli clerk “one pound of ham” and point to my preferred cut, she looks at me wide-eyed. Initially I think it’s because I’m talking too loud, but it could be because I look plum ridiculous wearing earmuffs in a grocery store. With my hearing cut off, I expected my other senses to become more attuned, and I do notice the waft of people’s shampoos as the pass me in the aisles. That I never noticed any of the food smells makes me a little concerned over their levels of packaging and preservatives.
By Adam Bissen
adam.bissen@secondsupper.com 1:06 p.m. — I hit my snooze bar for the fourth and final time. It should be the last thing I hear all day. Shuffling across the room, I drowsily slide two earplugs in my ear and put on a pair of noise-blocking headphones. The result isn’t perfect deafness, but this low humming noise makes me feel a little helpless and alone. 1:23 p.m. — First frustration of the day: While surfing the Internet — I imagine I’ll be doing plenty of that today — I read about a leaked version of the new Lil’ Wayne “rock” single. I’m curious to hear, but this will have to wait until tomorrow. For the first time, I seriously empathize with the plight of the deaf, who may have never heard Weezy rhyme. “Even deaf bitches say hi to me,” he once bragged. Now I’m having my doubts. 1:52 p.m. — First hassle of the day: I can’t hear the ding on my toaster oven. Meanwhile, I sit ignorantly in the next room while my bagel grows cold. Oh, the inhumanity! 3:03 p.m. — Tired of communicating exclusively via GoogleChat, my copy editor Bri walks into the living room to show me my first handwritten message. I guess acquiring a copy of a major Hollywood biopic of a favorite rap star is such a momentous occasion that cybertext alone could not sufficiently convey the emotion. I appreciated the excited underlines and smiley face, Bri. 4:09 p.m. — This no music thing is killing me, as are the plugs shoved halfway down my ears. Only 18 more hours to go! 4:53 p.m. — Although it violates my vow of silence, I elect to remove my muffs and earplugs
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so that I can take a shower. Immediately, I am stunned by the noise. My bathroom is louder than at any time I can remember. Although I haven’t turned a single knob, water seems to be flowing everywhere. I chide myself at my ignorance and wonder how much waste we could spot in this world, if only we viewed it from a new perspective. Later, after combing my hair, I again don my noise-blocking apparati and proceed with my hygienic routine. I’m not sure if deaf people would be able to perceive the same sensation — probably not — but the sound of brushing one’s teeth while plugging one’s ears is frightening, akin to running out of a mine shaft while the walls collapse around you, or at least that’s the first metaphor that came to mind. 5:42 p.m. — We’re not exactly Hong Kong, but walking the streets of downtown La Crosse in silence is still an utterly surreal experience. Being in an urban environment, we just expect to be inundated by the sounds of mankind — the chatter of people, the rumble of cars, the squeaky door at the bookstore. But in silence, the kind of silence you expect to find in a snowy forest or a lonely meadow, the artifices of man stand alone. Seeing cars cruise noiselessly down the street makes me pine for the era of the electric auto. As I walk, I work through my own thoughts in peace. My bedroom window overlooks Third Street. I rest fine, but I wonder what it would be like to sleep, to live, in the utter quiet. It’s unnatural, but then again, so is everything about this day. 6:56 p.m. — Although public safety advocates and law enforcement officials would probably advise against it, I elect to get in my car and drive to the grocery store. I’m not sure if deaf people are allowed to operate a motor vehicle or not, but I feel the gift of mobility is too precious to be taken away just because a person can’t hear an ambulance siren or some a-hole honking at an intersection. Besides, once I get in my Jeep, I actually feel like a more attuned driver. Without the car stereo distracting me,
2:34 a.m. — I cheated. Prior to undergoing my Day Without Hearing, I had attempted to find a 24-hour block of time where aural processing could be completely omitted from my schedule, but sadly I live at the mercy of a soundcentric society and have to operate within the confines of, well, not losing any of my other jobs. So I picked Tuesday as the day to stuff my ears with plugs, knowing full well that I would have to lead the Second Supper writers’ meeting that night. I unplugged at eight o’clock, once again startled by how loud the office is. Although I hadn’t spoken with anyone all day — beyond a few unreturned grunts — I immediately leapt into the joy of conversation. My ear canals rejoiced at their liberation, and my tongue spun much more loquaciously than is typical. The meeting lasted over three hours, longer than usual, but I appreciated the paragraphs that were flowing from my mouth. Stranger still, when everyone left the office, I put my plugs back in and genuinely reveled in the silence. This was peace.
than my own personal sleep schedule, but I’m just about ready to end my experiment with soundlessness. It’s been a long day, and one that’s been more annoying than insightful. I’m not sure what I expected to gain from doing this — supersensory powers, an appreciation for deaf culture, an ability to focus intently on my work — but 16 hours of muted quiet wasn’t nearly enough to transform my existence. It did help me realize what I take for granted, though. Namely, that speaking face-toface with a person is probably the most efficient form of conversation. I was able to get by fine by ignoring people or pointing at objects, but it got messy towards the end when I had to break out the charades and the sign language book. Mostly, I just worked online. I spent an inordinate amount of time in chat rooms today — probably more time than I’d spent in any chat room since high school — sent 21 emails, and coordinated much of this issue via instant messaging. I guess that proves it’s possible to live, work, and have fun without the sense of sound, but that doesn’t seem like such a revelatory conclusion. Perhaps this is: My biggest fear after going deaf was that someone would sneak up behind me and catch me picking my nose. That’s not the kind of stuff they teach you at Diversity Day.
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Living in the Deaf World: an Interview with Wendy Arendt
By Briana Rupel
briana.rupel@secondsupper.com It's early summer in 1997, and Wendy Arendt and I are floating down the Eau Claire River. Earlier, we had jumped into her dad's pickup as he loaded a giant plastic pool raft into the back. We rode with the windows down for a mile or two until we stopped at a bridge. As Wendy and I climbed down the grassy hill to the water, he waved, saying he'd see us in a couple of hours.That's when the river would eventually hug her backyard, and we'd then depart from our raft and end our sunny Twain-esque adventure. The Eau Claire River is mellow, at least along this particular chunk, so we sprawled out nonchalantly on the raft, letting the current send us along as we basked in the high afternoon sun.We talked sometimes, about the things teenage girls normally do, but for the most part we just relaxed, looking up at the clouds and letting our fingers trail in the water. "Hey," I said, after awhile, nudging her. I nodded at the swooping branch hanging low up ahead — the branch that was directly in our path. As much as we tried to paddle away from it, the current pushed us more and more toward its impending doom. We weren't so much scared, but more bothered that the river wasn't going to let us continue along as lazily as we had been. Finally, we admitted defeat and made an unspoken plan. She ducked down, and I pushed into the branch, holding it there until our raft passed and we could move on. It worked! I let go of the branch to give her a high five, when "fwap!" the branch snapped back with unexpected force, causing hundreds of thousands of tiny black bugs to come pouring down on us. Chaos ensued. We screamed. We frantically clawed at our hair. We ferociously wiped at our skin. We tipped the raft. I was laughing so hard I could barely tread water.Wendy was swiping the now wet belly of our plastic ferry with her whole arm, trying in vain to get all of the little devils off. Eventually, we climbed back on, flopping down onto the plastic like fish out of the water not being able to breathe, and began a once again carefree journey home. If you asked Wendy what she remembers about this story, she might mention the look on my face as I was laughing hysterically. Maybe she'd mention the way her body felt when it hit the water. But she wouldn't recall the shrillness
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of my screaming as I tried training with her implant, as well as other train- one of the things that made her successful in to scrape the bugs off of ing in speech and the skill of reading lips. After her quest to be named Miss Deaf Wisconsin in me. She wouldn't recall that 11 years, she had had enough of the training. March of 2008. She is intent on promoting deaf "I told my mom that I was sick of it," she culture, and showing everyone, both deaf and startling sound of the tree branch whipping back. says. "I rather to have 50 percent into hearing able to hear, that deaf people can accomplish That's because Wendy has world and 50 percent into deaf world as equal- great things. "I was glad to represent who I am," she been deaf since she was one ity." year old. Aside from the times she takes the ex- says, adding that one of her goals is to be a role Wendy, now 25, grew up ternal part of the implant off to swim or sleep, model for deaf children, encouraging them to learning language like most Wendy has a hearing capability of a surprising focus on their aspirations and realize their true children do, from her par- 60 percent. That means that although she can't potential. "Deaf are intelligent... (we) can do it ents and surrounding rela- make out particular words, she can actually the same as hearing people." tives, who began taking a hear the beat of music. She can also notice the She's surely proven that already. A recent sign language course to- different tone in people's voices and be able graduate of UW-Milwaukee's graphic design gether at the technical col- to tell who exactly is speaking if she knows program,Wendy's horizons are only expanding. lege in Wausau, Wis., shortly the person well enough. Her favorite sounds, As she looks for a job in her field, Wendy isn't after they found out she was though, come from the outdoors. setting any limitations on where she would go, deaf. By the time Wendy was "I love to hear lot of noise from the en- saying that new environments motivate her to old enough to acquire language, her parents - vironment which is so beautiful," she explains, seek out something that really interests her. who can both hear - were teaching her sign also noting that she indeed can sometimes "I won't give up," she says. "I will continue language. She never thought twice about it until hear the chirping of birds. "(Once) when I went searching until all my hopes come true." she was older. out camping, I started to hike and could hear "I never knew any of this history 'til I the crack from the branch." Wendy still faces discrimination and ocgrow up and ask my mom how they knew signs. She explained to me the whole stories which casional odd looks, but it's definitely not someinspired me because they really take their own thing that holds her back. She regularly uses motivation to be there for me because I am the her voice when communicating, especially with only deaf (person) in the family." the hearing world. Though a lot of people un Not to say that communication was easy. derstand her, she can tell that some see her as At first, the family used a lot of basic body lan- different than a person who can hear. "Some won't be comfy with me, some guage. "Like if we have a cup in our hand," Wendy adapt to my voice easily," she states. "But starts to explain, "we'd act like we're drinking here's a funny story. I went to a bar wearing but there's nothing in there. That's not a sign my cochlear implant, and I talked the whole language but a gesture that can be understood time.Then there were one word that I couldn't by everyone." pronounce so I started signing. The people got With more specialized schooling, Wendy confused; they thought I was total hearing. But became increasingly able to visually understand that's at the bar, where there are loud music American Sign Language, as well as English. and drunk slurring voices. But they still talked Then at five-years-old, she traveled to Califor- with me anyway." nia with her parents to undergo a sometimes Wendy's ability and drive to bridge the controversial surgery. She was on her way to gap between the deaf and hearing worlds is receive a cochlear implant. A cochlear implant isn't simply a hearing aid. Instead of just amplifying sounds so they can be picked up by damaged ears, a cochlear implant bypasses the damaged parts of the ear completely and aims straight for the auditory nerve. In order to make this happen, though, the implant is comprised of an external piece containing a microphone, transmitter, and processor, and an internal piece, a metal receiver that sends off the impulses to the auditory nerve. "Cochlear implants is definitely not common in this deaf world," she tells me, explaining further that there are two groups within the deaf world: one group with cochlear implants and Great Study the other group with no cochlear ireless W e Environment right e Fr implants. The latter, she says, are "tot! e n r e t across from In tally against the idea of putting metal inside a deaf's head and try to be Onalaska High! Ten hearing. I guess they mean, once we g i B , L NF are born deaf we use sign language rk! Netwo —we (should) stay deaf. But I was 426 2nd Ave South raised differently." 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Amos awoke each morning to the galloping cadences of Beethoven’s 7th, first in his mind’s ear only and then in the bellowing of his own voice. Amos could more easily see himself blind, being led about by a kindly young boy, than he could imagine deafness. A blind Moses might have never found the burning bush, he reasoned; a deaf one would have never heard the voice of Yahweh. In short, Amos loved sounds: the faint oriental tinkle of horned larks as they scurried across snow in late winter; the wicked gabble on a busy avenue; the beginning of Beethoven’s 7th’ and lately, the voice of a particular woman. This morning, before work, he hiked into the woods to listen. There was snow on the ground, but cardinals were already filling the air with rash promises. As the sun found its way into the snowy trees, he could hear the heavy whump of snow falling from the boughs. Still, there was something missing. He didn’t know what it was, but he was certain of its absence. He went to work with the riddle unsolved. Amos drove a delivery truck for a wholesale food distributor (food in this case referring to various snacks that lacked significant nutrient value). He had worked 15 years for the firm, ever since he gave up on landing a seat in the cello section of a major orchestra. The job was okay and he had no regrets. One afternoon, as he crossed the parking lot of a Westside grocery store, Amos noticed her. Her hair was strawberry blonde and she wore a man’s army jacket with a long purple scarf. Her eyes were the same blue as her faded jeans, and her name was Erika. One of the two paper bags she was carrying (she wouldn’t take plastic) suddenly split, spilling groceries onto the concrete. Amos grabbed an empty cardboard box from the truck and began to help her pick up the oranges, cat food, and the few unbroken eggs. She squatted beside him and helped. “Can I get you a cup of coffee?” she asked. “Don’t you need to get these things home?” “I live nearby. Do you know the coffee place on Jackson Street?” “I guess so.” “I’ll meet you there in twenty minutes.” As it turned out, Erika was engaged to a law student. “I don’t know why he wants to be engaged, though. He’s banging every woman in his classes.” So they talked for a long time, about their families, their friends, and their lovers. Amos even talked about Lisa, his ex-wife, which is something he rarely did. Amos found Erika very attractive, especially her voice, which was never strident or urgent. Best of all, her words were always clearly articulated. When they parted he was certain that would be it, like the song of a bird that has slipped into ex-
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tinction. After all, he was nearly twenty years her senior. Then, without warning, she called. “Can you come over?” Her fiancé had left, or she had thrown him out. She wasn’t sure which was more accurate, but she wanted to talk. Amos figured she needed a father figure, so he went to her place and just listened quietly. The following week Amos saw a doctor to have his hearing tested. The neighbors had observed he was playing his music more loudly than usual. The news wasn’t so good. The doc explained that his years of swimming in near freezing water had stimulated bone growth, causing a 20% loss of hearing, and while it might not get worse, he might end up like Beethoven, having to hear the 7th only in his mind. Unexpectedly, loud noises bothered Amos more than ever, especially the monster bass sounds, disassociated from any melody, which chunked against the windows of his apartment in the middle of the night. Then, two weeks later, Erika called again. She had tickets to a local production of a play based on something that had happened to Hemingway. Would he like to go? Afterward she invited him to her apartment. Although she had been living alone for weeks, there were still plenty of the fiancé’s things around. Amos helped her put together a small bookshelf, and as they worked side by side on the floor, she suddenly put her arms around him and kissed him.They rolled around on the floor for a while and then she made coffee. After they talked for an hour, Erika explained she would ask him to stay, but it wouldn’t feel right with her finance’s things all over the place. So Amos started to leave. But then she brought out a blanket and pillow and said he could sleep on the couch if he liked. It was almost four in the morning, so he decided to take her up on her offer. An hour later he awoke to find her kneeling on the floor next to him, looking at him with an expression that reminded him of Mother Courage screaming, a scream Brecht says must be silent. Then she whispered something, choked syllables that lacked her usual articulation. After that she smiled and walked back into her bedroom. Amos had no idea what she had said. So he let himself out quietly and drove home. A few days later she sent him a postcard that read: “Sorry things didn’t work out for us. I understand. Erika.” The next morning he remembered what he had missed that morning in the woods. He drove his car out into the countryside and stopped by a flat and empty field where broken corn stalks raked the breeze. He cracked his window and heard, he was sure of it, the scurrying of tiny feet across the crusted snow, a tinny tinkling like Chinese bells.
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Deprivation: music detox By Brett Emerson
brett.emerson@secondsupper.com Choosing silence wasn’t a new idea to me. There are many reasons why, since the inception of recorded music, song has lost its vitality. Among other things, music at large is now a commodity without connection, mass produced and isolating, a mood-altering substance, a form of propaganda, and a substitute for original emotion, perspective, and creation. And it’s everywhere: the stores where we shop, the restaurants where we eat, emotional provocation in movies and television, radio, and a multitude of other forms of static. When it’s not being played, it’s being talked about, attacked, defended. Companies sue people for sharing it. And where this sonic static isn’t chosen for us and provided for our expenditure, we provide the soundtracks, in our cars, stereos, mp3 players, and even cell phones. My thesis stands: music, as an extension of stimuli, has become a massive form of addiction. In this, I’m not outside the guilty, and I don’t believe that music has no artistic merit — quite the opposite. Music has always been my security blanket, my stimulant and depressant, the background of my life. For many years I would fall asleep with my stereo counting down to shutoff. My favorite songs would follow me wherever I went, cycling an endless repetition. With the advent of mp3s and unlimited playlists, I found that my greater consumption of music eclipsed the impact of songs. What’s worse, ac-
quiring an iPod broke open a whole new world of portability, leaving no moment invulnerable. Between my car and my house, between my house and downtown, I would put on cheap earphones and blot out the rest of the world. There was a positive to this in that portability did get me out of the house and wandering about town, improving my health and fighting off mental stasis. However, my overuse of music had — appropriately enough — deafened me. The idea to rebel against this omnipresence did not come from nowhere. When I returned to Wisconsin there was a period of time when I had no computer and therefore bought no new music to upload. I relied upon the songs that were already on my iPod, and was fine with this. Then Christmas came, and I gained a computer. The incoming flood of new music knocked me over. It was amazing to hear all the things I had missed. In contrast, I spent most of the last six months in a job in which I could bring my iPod to work and play just about whatever I wanted — and I didn’t want to play a thing. When by myself, I often worked in silence. The stupid irony of that situation is that I would go home at night, and only there would I drown in music and stare into space. I stopped going outside and wandering, and I accomplished very little. And so, though music is far from the sole distraction in my life, I decided to see how far silence could take me. For this experiment, I created a few rules: – With one exception, the iPod had to go.
It stays in the house, only to come out when I go outside for walks. Given music’s use as a motivation to get me outside, my iPod is in this case a necessary — though hopefully not permanent — evil. – Because I would no longer use my iPod as my car’s music player, I use my car radio, but sparingly. If I play any station at all, it would be talk radio or classical music. – In my house, gratuitous music use is discouraged. Listening to albums in order to review them, however, is fine. Conscious and aware listening is OK, but acknowledged as a slippery slope. Two weeks ago, I put this experiment into practice, and while I wasn’t surprised with the effects that music detox had on me, the process has been unnerving. Though I have previously gone without music for periods of time, the removal of luxuries I already had and of the option of listening to music I already owned has been more disturbing than the quiet itself. Having nothing is normal. Choosing nothing is alien. The most obvious symptom of withdrawal to spring up has been in driving to and from work. Being that my speakers are junk and my car picks up the fringe stations like crap, these treks are often done in eventual silence. Along the way I can hear the creaks and bounces of my car, and the noise of the highway, sounds which before were obscured. Sometimes I will relent and flick on a mainstream station for a
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moment before turning off the radio. This has been the twitchiest change in routine. Part of my old habits in going to work included grabbing the iPod and tossing it in a coat pocket, from which it would soon be removed and plugged into the stereo’s jack. Now, a constant pinprick of that habit reminds me that the iPod isn’t coming with. This isn’t so much a battle against routine as it is a jarred memory of something that no longer exists, a dead acquaintance who one momentarily expects to see again. As such, the drives — more so the drive back home, I’ve found — feel incomplete, junkie incomplete. At home, not listening to music hasn’t been as difficult as might have been. I have used my stereo more than I had in the past, in order to compensate for the lack of driving music. Yet my commitment to not going sluggish with sound has led me to wander the streets with much more frequency, taking the fix the one way I’m allowing myself to take it. There is a danger in letting productivity give way to this wanderlust refuge, but the return to outside justifies the risk for the time being, and separates a distraction from my work. The next step, one which I’m still building myself up for, is to go outside without music at all. It’s out walking, out among people and cars, where I feel most deafened and oblivious. If I can remove music from this and still wander the same way, then the detox will have done its job.
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The Gateway to the Northwoods: Black River Falls, WI
By Jacob Bielanski
jacob.bielanski@secondsupper.com The Long Branch bar is situated in Cataract, midway between Sparta and Black River Falls. Encased in lacquer beneath one’s drink are a series of historical photos from the greater Monroe and Jackson county area. One particular picture — beneath my $1 tap of Busch Light — tells in its caption that Cataract was the stopping point before Black River Falls, which was deemed the gateway to the “Northwoods.” It makes Black River Falls seems like frontier country — an outward-facing stronghold that separates sheer savagery from the likes of the civilized folk who take up residence in the south. Sounds like a perfect road trip. On a quiet Monday in January, one wouldn’t expect the city to be as alive as it is; crossing over Main Street, which stares up at the symbolically placed Catholic church, is made difficult by a steady stream of automobile traffic. With less than 4,000 people, this town somehow manages to thrive in a way that keeps us from getting lunch at the Country Café. Having come here a few times, I can’t help but feel that there is a looming darkness to this town. The facades of the downtown stores — cute, quaint, reeking of historical restoration — belie a awkward feeling. The murals dotting the external walls of various business tell the story of a good, old fashioned, hard working city, founded by folks with gumption, but everyone seems unhappy, uncertain, guarded. After we manage to cross the busy street and make our way into the Country Café, I can’t help but order the hash browns piled with eggs (any style) and sausage gravy called “Shaw’s Special.” I can only assume that this dish is named posthumously, as its ingredients are the recipe for an early angioplasty. Even in Country Café, the strange feeling pervades — the smiling waitress is counterbalanced by a cook who periodically leaves the kitchen and stares, neither menacingly nor innocently. Downtown Black River Falls offers a variety of amenities not normally found in such a small place. The Buzz and Brew shop, though maintaining strange hours (only open Thursday through Sunday) sells various honeys, beerand sausage-making supplies. Moe’s Hardware Hank offers a delightfully crowded store, that — without the help of the incredibly friendly staff — makes finding a faucet valve seem more like a scavenger hunt. A tattoo parlor, many bars, a scrapbooking store and even an award-winning microbrewery (Sand Creek, makers of Oscar’s Oatmeal Stout) are among
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the numerous businesses littered throughout the part of the city west of the Black River. For all intents and purposes, this place should be a bucolic paradise, boasting enough culture to attract gentle intellectuals with enough solitude to scare away the riff raff. Why, then, do I still always get this ominous feeling when I walk down these streets? The answer — if there is one — may lie on the other side of the river. It is been my experience that every city’s spirit is built upon its history — the sum of its treachery, balanced by the sum of its charity. Across the river from the historical downtown Black River, where trucks stops, chain stores and industrial buildings do their best to rape the countryside, is a glaring spectacle of what we used to do to the native inhabitants of any land where money could be made. What was the fate of the Winnebago Indians upon Jacob Spaulding’s founding of Black River Falls in 1839? “After the settlers moved into the area, the Ho-Chunk were shipped off to reservations in Nebraska but soon returned and re-populated the area,” says the Black River Falls Web site (blackriverfalls.com). “The Indian Mission is located in the township of Komensky only a few miles from Black River Falls.” It was the lucrative industry of lumber that brought people to Black River Falls; it was the same industry that shipped people out, too. Such an interesting thing, “shipping” a whole population off to Nebraska; I can’t imagine it would be pretty. Today you can see a lot of the Ho-Chunk population throughout the area — once the lumber industry went dry, it was OK for them to come back a build a Casino (Majestic Pines…great place). No hard feelings, right guys? Maybe it has nothing to do with things that may or may not have happened to the native peoples, but frankly, the Catholic church that stares down at the town is a little disconcerting (and perhaps revealing). I don’t know if it was the original intention, but it certainly has an air of subjugation, as if everyone conducts their business only by the mercy of their white masters. That’s not a good way to enjoy an afternoon. In the end, Black River Falls’ greatest treasures are those that are unspoiled by the folly of man. A quiet walk in the vast, Black River Falls state park; a line cast in the vast Lake Arbutus; swimming in the crystal clear Wazee Lake; even a gentle paddle down the river that ultimately meets the Mississippi in La Crosse — the river that gives this town it’s name. This wild untamed beauty somehow contrasts nicely with the southern Wisconsin civility.
the new tattoo
By Kelly Sampson
kelly.sampson@secondsupper.com As I was sitting at my computer, watching Super Size Me on Netflix, my phone rang. It was my brother, Jeff.You all know him as El Jefe, one of the photographers for Second Supper. He wanted to know where I was, because he was "there" already. I told him I was on my way and would be there shortly. As I gathered the ceremonial relics that are my purse, coat, and boots, I headed out into the cold, blistering winter of La Crosse. On my way, I recalled my conversation with my brother three days prior. He had called me on a Saturday to tell me his intentions. I could not help but smile at his words, but I couldn’t hold back with my next question. I asked him “Are you sure? I mean are you really sure?” He said yes. I asked him “You know it's permanent right?” He said yes. I said “OK, if you are sure, but I have to ask why.” He said that it represents a time in his life when he was doing what he loves. I said “OK, I’ll be there.” No more then 8 minutes later, I had arrived at Blueline Tattoo Parlor. I would hate to make him look anything but tough, but I have to say, my brother seemed very excited to be getting a tattoo. But this wasn’t just any tattoo; this was the tattoo that represented him being happy. We looked around at the flash art and Mike got the chair ready. El Jefe already knew what he wanted, but it was fun to look around. We cracked jokes about a few of the funny looking ones on the wall, and he insisted on a "Before" picture of his soon to be non-virgin skin. Mike came out and said he was ready and good old bro got a smile as big as a small country. I think maybe Lithuania. Anyway, he rolled up his pant leg for Mike, and I hadn’t noticed before, but when Mike looked at his leg, he said “You already shaved it? You weirdo.” And
I looked and yes, indeed the area of skin about to be violated had been shaved clean. Weirdo. Mike did his thing, and before I knew it there was a small purple thing on my brother’s leg. El Jefe looked in the mirror and gave his OK. At this point I had the camera in hand and was getting ready to be the shutter bug that I am. El Jefe was on the table face down and I heard the needle. I got ready and poised the camera right in Jeff’s face and I got it: That look one gets when the needle first breaks the skin. As much as I love my brother and as much as we get along now, in that moment I felt like I was getting revenge for all the times he tormented me as a child. I was laughing as my brother began to bite his own hand to try and alleviate the pain. (Bwaa Ha Ha Ha) I was all wrapped up in a silent victory as he grimaced and tears welled up ever so slightly in his eyes. I know I’m such a mean sister. I’m OK with that today. After seeing the joy in me as his leg was being stabbed repeatedly by a sharp object with ink in it, he calmed down and said the pain had stopped. It was interesting though that he made this observation, right after the tattoo artist has finished. Funny how that works. It was done and my brother was happy. He looked in the mirror and was pleased. We thanked Mike, took a picture with him and off we set to go to the Second Supper meeting. El Jefe couldn’t wait to show off his new logo. We got there, and I could have sworn they were in the middle of something when we walked in. That didn’t stop him from interrupting and asking, loudly I might add, “HEY, DOES ANYONE WANT TO SEE MY NEW TATTOO?” The unanimous answer was, “Um, sure.” When my brother peeled back the bandage to show off his new tattoo, every member of the Second Supper team blew up in a roar of laughter, as the lay their eyes on the Second Supper Logo that now resides, FOREVER, on El Jefe’s left calf.
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John Updike 1932-2009
Fight like Apes – And the Mystery of the Golden Medallion
If one were to go back in time 45 years, the Great American Novel was still something of relevance. The literary generation influenced by Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Faulkner were still able to encapsulate a fabric of the American way of life that the book-buying public could relate to and live vicariously through. Writers back then could attain celebrity, mingling with the cultural elite as revered wordsmiths and known to the average person alike. While contemporaries Norman Mailer, Gore Vidal and Truman Capote made the cocktail circuit rounds, equally celebrated author John Updike sought to stay out of the limelight and threw down prodigiously on a consistent basis more than all three combined. A winner of the Pulitzer twice, the National Book award twice, and a laundry list of other fiction awards, this retiring fellow gained fame regardless, a talent that could not be ignored. Most thought of as a narrator of suburban life for middle class anglos, Updike often dissected the ins and outs of married life, infamous for addressing adultery with a frankness that was rarely discussed and still considered taboo. Not intentionally subversive, he none-the-less has played a pivotal role in bringing the unspoken to the table of the American dialogue, permanently shifting the societal dichotomy. In other words, this dude was punk rock as fuck. And he did it all simply by being an acute detailer of the ways we live. Having released around 30 books, a dozen short story compilations, and contributed hundreds of short stories, poems and critiques mostly to the New Yorker, the magazine he is most familiarly associated with, Updike kept up a consistent pace his entire career, seeming to
never slow down even while his contemporaries and literary fads came and went. He is most well known for his Rabbit series, 5 books that came out about once every ten years following the life of everyman Henry "Rabbit" Angstrom, who aged along with Updike and the generation that read along, facing trials and tribulations that were relatable to the masses. The problem is, I've never read any of these, thus am useless for telling you anything about them. I've read dozens of his short stories over the years though, the one that sticks out the most in my memory being about a kid working as a grocery store clerk during summer while the customers who came in enjoyed the beach and laziness of the season. After watching two babes in bikinis walk through, he decided to say fuck it, and walked off of his job, life being too short to not enjoy it. The detail, observations, and wordplay are genius. Updike died on Tuesday, and perhaps with Updike, we can mourn the death of the Great American Novel and a level of literary significance that has gone the way of the passenger pigeon. — Shuggypop Jackson
On “Something Global,” Fight like Apes’ vocalist Maykay opens this album by pondering the artificial buildup of musicians. “Give me my hook,” she sings above teeny-pop beats and buzzing synthlines. Perhaps the irony in writing a vacuous bounce song that satirizes vacuous bounce songs is intentional. Nonetheless, it’s a tune that comes off with the same disingenuous vibe that well paid proto-anarchists have been humping for ages. Much of the remaining album paints images of teenage girls poring over issues of Fruits Basket manga, squealing and swearing in equal measure. Its song titles include such clever gems as “Megameanie,” “Do You Karate?,” and “I’m Beginning to Think You Prefer Beverly Hills 90210 to Me.” “Digifucker” is especially taken with its cunning, asking an invisible antagonist, “Did ja fuck her?” As could be guessed, most of the album’s lyrical offerings are the trite musings of a bipolar internet valley girl, although “90210”’s chorus chant of “suplex, backbreaker” is funny. If Maykay’s cloying girlyness can be ignored, the bouncy synths of Golden Medallion
make for a listenable album, if only for devotees of electro-indie bands like The Sounds. Though Fight like Apes repeatedly leans upon public domain sci-fi samples, the surrounding music, for its lack of imagination, is catchy. The high point of this album, if there is one, is “Battlestations,” a drum and bass heavy rock song which – singularly – doesn’t get hung up on its own quirk. Beyond that exception, however, quirk is the very thing which brings down this album. It sounds as though it was spawned in a chat room and brought to adulthood in the Cartoon Network. While that may provide shortterm gratification, there’s nothing on Golden Medallion that has any lasting merit. — Brett Emerson
Gettin' Shuggy with it
Java Kenyan Kaliluni Jules' Coffee House I’ve moved on from the fruity Guatemalan of last week to this week’s bean, a light full city roast of a Kenyan Kaliluni from Jules’ coffee house. Now, clearly a taste experience is purely subjective, and I can see how this coffee may not be the favorite of some, but it surely is inappropriate to discount it as a “bad” coffee. Misunderstood — maybe; full of potential — definitely. Mazelike and surprising, one must give the tongue the chance to become accustomed to the feisty acidity of this coffee. Once you get over the citrus bite, you may be surprised by the husky fullness, the buttery richness that feels as textured as molasses, but lacks the sweetness. It has a smoldering intensity that divulges its darkest, dirtiest secrets to you at first taste and seduces you into doing the same. The smoky cinnamon/nutmeg finish is borderline bitter, but is mostly balanced by the notes of toasted nuts and tiny hints of tart fruits. As it cools, the acidity becomes exaggerated, so I wouldn’t advise letting your cup cool too much.
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This coffee is full of intrigue; it is dark, brooding, and mysterious. This coffee bares its very soul to you, blemishes and all, and dares you to take it rather than leave it. This is not a playful coffee; it is serious and requires a sort of sincerity of your part if you are to understand the interaction between the beverage, your taste buds, and your brain’s democratic decision on good or bad. If given the opportunity, this coffee may prove to be your favorite bean’s alter ego — in a good way. — Amber Miller
Oh hi. Last week I wrote about a playlist you could download, despite the legalities that surround it. This week, I'm doing it again. Such an time we live in, where music is widely pirated and nobody thinks twice about it. A couple months ago while doing a Google search for something I can no longer recall, I came across a blog called chrisgoesrocks.blogspot.com written by some burnout in Sweden. Assuming his name is Chris, this guy posts his record collection on his blog for anyone to download. He has hundreds of albums from the drug addled '60s and '70s of rare acid rock and psych bands I'd never heard of, with a few mod bands and the like thrown in as well. Many of the albums have long been out of print, the bands forgotten by most if ever known at all. However, just because the names aren't familiar doesn't mean the music isn't worth checking out. If the genre of that era is something that floats your boat, several of these albums will blow your mind, and you will wonder why they aren't as well known as Pink Floyd, Grateful Dead, or Jimi Hendrix. On the other
hand, some of these bands suck balls, and it's obvious why they are forgotten. Finds like these are a record collector's wet dream, as we hunt the rare and forgotten relics, just for the sake of discovery to temporarily satisfy our obsession.While a guy like me gets off on the obscure gems, Hall of Fame bands are posted as well, such as The Kinks, Black Sabbath, Frank Zappa, The Doors, Led Zeppelin, Janis Joplin, The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Animals, and The Spencer Davis Group, which makes me wonder how long Chris can fly undetected by the lawyers of the record labels who want their money. For those of you who are nostalgic for your youth, or for those of you who were too young and wish you were around to experience the hippie era, this site is a time capsule to the days of bell bottoms and peace signs. — Shuggypop Jackson
January 29, 2008
Giddy Up! New Belgium Brewing Fort Collins, Colorado
A lot of Second Supper is done late at night. This review, for example, is being started at 1:18 a.m., and that’s actually on the early side for the beer column. Apologies, then, if this piece has ever come out confused or groggy due to lack of sleep — it’s usually because these beers get me drunk! But I do value a quality product down here at Second Supper, and I wouldn’t want to prod away on my keyboard with droopy eyelids, so this would be an appropriate time to sample a pick-me-up. Good thing, then, that I happen to have three bottles of Giddy Up!, an espresso and lemon blend from the hippier-than-thou New Belgium Brewery in Fort Collins, Colorado. Buylocal bros that they are, New Belgium doesn’t like to ship its products east of the Mississippi, so the Giddy Up! came from an NB Folly Pack recently I acquired in Minneapolis. Astute readers will note that I did gush over a cappuccino stout last week, but this one’s made with espresso, so please save me your emails. (Actually, no, I love emails; send me one!) Besides the increase in caffeinated potency, the Giddy Up! differs from other cof-
fee beers in that it's actually a brown Appearance: 7 ale, not a stout. It pours a thin amber Aroma: 8 color with a frothy head deserving of a Taste: 7 glossy magazine ad, at least until it disap- Mouthfeel: 2 pears two minutes later. Holding it to Drinkability: 9 the nose, the aroma is all coffee. Like, literally, it smells only Total: 33 like crushed espresso beans — which is a neat trick, if just a bit one-dimensional. For having such a strong aroma, Giddy Up! enters the mouth meekly, tastelessly hitting the front of the tongue and sliding down the throat on a thin palette. Towards the end, the lemon peel becomes evident — and it’s kind of refreshing — but the whole beer is just too watery to carry any real flavors. It’s a shame, too, since the espresso and lemon pair surprisingly well together. Also, it’s 4:24 a.m. — I get distracted when writing — and I feel more awake now than I was three hours ago. Just about time to giddy-up into the sunrise. — Adam Bissen
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Bibliophile Bruce Carlson – Revenge of Roadkill From the dawn of civilization, the war between man and nature has raged. Since the invention of the automobile, however, that conflict has reached a fever pitch. Mankind speeds along its roads willy-nilly, heedless of the frail creatures that squish beneath its wheels. Environmentalists would have you believe that human progress has endangered the planet and every living creature upon it. Bruce Carlson is not an environmentalist. In fact, it’s not altogether certain that he is a public school graduate. What he is, however, is a folklorist dead-set against the tyranny of the dead creatures which litter our highways and back roads. Within the 100 pages of Revenge of Roadkill, Carlson lays down a manifesto, discussing his many roadkill conspiracy theories which paint the world’s fauna as vindictive vandals waging jihad against automobiles. Carlson’s paranoia, though not always grammatical, is excellent. Dying raccoons will smash whiskey bottles and lie in the road, ready to stab the next passing tire with their dying breaths. Groundhogs swallow nails so as to cause tire damage, as well. Gray squirrels will take down an assailant’s license plate num-
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ber, obtain the driver’s address from the local courthouse, and crawl to that home to die in its walls. Certain critters have been known to follow a married man’s vehicle for miles in order to sneak ladies’ undergarments into it, in order to cause a scene. Bugs deliberately jump into a car’s radiator to screw it up. And cats! Cats are the worst of all, smearing their muddy paw prints all over the nearest car. The tyranny of nature is well documented here. Nonetheless, Carlson claims to be interested in telling “both sides of the story.” This fairness involves the listing of recipes detailing the transformations of dead critters into delicious meals. These recipes grow worse and worse, culminating in one which substitutes a platypus for any missing ingredient of any dish. Additionally, many diagrams are given which show the proper steak cuts of cattle, turtles, seashells, tractors, rocking horses, and tubas. This book is consciously ridiculous, and its humor falls into the dark end of Blue Collar. The outrageous theories presented herein tend not to make a great deal of sense. But they are funny, if only momentarily. — Brett Emerson
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I'm Jonesin' for a Crossword "Just Add Vodka" — mixing it up a little. By Matt Jones Across 1 R.R. stop 4 "Eureka!" 7 March 17 honoree, for short 12 Actress Madeline of "Young Frankenstein" 13 Swimmer in the 1984 and 2008 Olympic Games 16 Racing dog attempts to sleep really close? 18 It may take many people to clean them up 19 Supervisor 20 Punch-to-the-gut noise 21 Lawn ornaments with hats 23 Gorbachev was its last leader: abbr. 25 Keep in place, like an article of clothing 29 Maine resident's swamps? 33 "Lost" actor Daniel ___ Kim 34 Like first, second, or third 35 Physics unit
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with a sister campus in Berkeley 24 Automaker headquartered in Trollhattan, Sweden 25 Haughty 26 Country singer Arnold and reggae singer Grant, for two 27 Stop on ___ 28 ___ cavae (vessels near hearts) 30 Sits after microwaving 31 What vain people think may get them far in life 32 Fastened 36 Mazda minivan around since the late 1980s 38 It may fall near acorns 39 "Rainbow" dessert 42 Suffix after song or snooze 43 Happen 44 "___ Doone" (1869 novel) 45 Florida baseball team, on some scoreboards: abbr. 47 WWW address 48 Doesn't guzzle 49 Fifty-fifty 50 Inflatable bed com-
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pany 51 "I ___ debt of gratitude to..." 52 Chivas USA's sports org. 54 Monogram of the United States' fattest president 55 ___ Moines, Iowa
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Happenings classifieds $790 / 2br - Beautiful, Spacious Upper- Garage, Garden, Porch 115 N. 13th Street, La Crosse Conveniently located near the YMCA, UW-L,Viterbo, and downtown. Security Deposit $750 is due at lease signing. This is a short term rental available from December 1st through April 31st. SUBLEASE: 3 Bedroom House 1727 Mississippi St Available now thru June 1st (option to renew). Cool 3 bedroom house + den, dining room, w/d, pellet stove, and more. No Pets! 784-6731 2001 18ft Bayliner ski boat snap fit cover, 125hp Mercury, ski pylon 608-385-5315, $9400
ongoing events SOCRATES CAFE
Godspell
Every Monday
La Crosse Community Theatre
Acoustic Cafe Winona, Minn. 8 p.m. Philosophical discussion group
January 30-February 1, 5-8, and 12-14, 2009 at 7:30 p.m., February 15, 2009 at 2:00 p.m. Godspell takes parables, mostly from the Gospel According to Matthew, and updates them with energetic force and creative twists. Jesus and his disciples sing their way through his life from his baptism by John the Baptist to the Passion of Christ. This uplifting journey through the Gospels is a classic tale of discovering hope and building community.
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Every Tuesday Bluffland Bloom & Brew La Crosse approx. 7 p.m. All ages, skill levels welcome Donations gladly accepted FIGURE DRAWING
Every Wednesday Green Bay Street Studio La Crosse greenbaystreetstudio.blogspot.com 6 p.m. - 8 p.m. cost is $5 ($3 for members and students) WINONA AREA PEACEMAKERS VIGIL
Every Thursday
2001 Jeep Cherokee Sport blue, cd, pl, pw, 262-893-8313, $5900
Central Park Winona, Minn. 4:30 p.m.
King pillow top mattress set in Package, $255, Full Sized Set $120 Deliverable 608-3994494
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Queen pillow top mattress set Brand New Still in Plastic, Can Deliver 608-399-4494 80 acres of hunting land Trophy bucks & turkeys, etc. Can build on it. $4400 per acre. 16 x 80 Mobile Home On the bluff, 3 BR, 2 Bath, fenced yard, garage, deck. Available now. $22,900 or make offer. 608-7842513 or 317-0980.
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performances
Every Sunday Bluffland Bloom & Brew La Crosse Begins at dusk Open mic reading, come to read or just to watch. Free and open to all ages. COMMUNITY HARVEST
Every Sunday Private home, email for details Winona, Minn. 2 p.m. Free food and talent HATHA YOGA
Every Tuesday & Thursday 5:30-6:30pm All levels. Walk-ins are welcome. Please bring own mat or towel. $3 per session, due each class. PRIVATE MUSIC LESSONS
The Pump House, La Crosse Clay Riness is currently accepting students for guitar, fiddle, mandolin, and music theory lessons. Private lessons are available at the Pump House for a fee of $17 for a half-hour session and $34 for a full hour. Time slots are available to accomodate school and work schedules. A weekly 30-minute time slot is recommended for children. All students must register for four weeks of lessons at a time.
Twelfth Night
La Crosse Community Theatre March 20-22, 26-29, and April 2-4, 2009 at 7:30 p.m. April 5, 2009 at 2:00 p.m. As with most Shakespeare comedies, Twelfth Night is all about mistaken identity.Viola masquerades as a young page for Orsino, who is in love with Olivia. Cesario (Viola) soon falls in love with "his" master. Whilst Viola falls in love with Orsino, Olivia falls in love with Cesario, whilst being pursued at the same time by her servant Malvolio. Olivia's house is turned upside down by the antics of her drunken uncle, Sir Toby Belch, and the whole crazy situation reaches boiling point when Sebastian reappears. Auditions Feb 2 & 3, call for an audition time!
upcoming events SHADES OF BLUE TATTOO SHOW
January 23-25 La Crosse Center North Hall Fri 4-10pm, Sat 10:30am-10pm, Sun 10:30am-7pm $15 for a day pass or $25 for a weekend pass. Tattoo Competition • Award Winning Tattoo Artist • Body Piercing Live Entertainment • Leather, Jewelry & T-Shirt Vendors...and more! COULEE CLASSIC BASKETBALL
January 24 9 a.m. La Crosse Center Arena $5 for adults and $3 for students
upcoming events upcoming events JOHNSMITH WITH DAN SEBRANEK CONCERT
January 23 - 24 Pump House Regional Arts Center, 608-785-1434 www.thepumphouse.org 7:30 p.m. Whenever you read or hear about the music of Johnsmith, certain watchwords like uplifting, integrity, heart, and soul always come to mind. $18 ($3 discount for advance purchases) LA CROSSE AREA JAZZ SOCIETY WINTER CONCERT
January 25 Freight House Hiawatha Room, La Crosse 608-791-1190 www.lacrossejazz.com 2:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m. "A Journey Through the sounds of Jazz in America". Al Townsend's Wonderful World Jazz Band with Don Chesebro and Steve Clay. Tickets available by phone or at the gate. LAJS Members: $10. Non-members: $12. Students with ID: $2 MARDI GRAS CELEBRATION
January 25 608-783-2159 info@LacrosseMardiGras.com www.lacrossemardigras.com/ A Proclamation to the Good People of La Crosse: Whereas Gods Country is well known for its community festivals, and whereas the cold of winter has caused many citizens to suffer from that awful malaise known as Cabin Fever, And whereas the first flowers of Spring, the bonnets of Easter, and the warm breezes from the South remain weeks away, I, the reigning king of the Annual La Crosse Mardi Gras celebration, with my Queen, do proclaim: That ALL members of every family throughout the region of our reign have the permission to cavort, carry on, laugh, dance, act silly, and dress in exotic costumes, and that they should enthusiastically make this La Crosse Mardi Gras celebration a huge success and a harbinger of the many more to come. Having thus whereas-ed and proclaimed, I hereby declare the La Crosse Mardi Gras celebration should commence. La Crosse Mardi Gras Festival is a
family celebration designed to unite the surrounding communities, while raising funds for school scholarships, youth and community centers along with their activities. PROGRESSIVE STATE OF THE UNION PARTY January 30 5:30 p.m.. Concordia Ballroom, La Crosse Contact Jessica Thill, 608-792-5920, thill.jess@gmail.com The Coulee Region Progressives would like to extend an invitation to join us at our Fifth Annual Progressive State of the Union Party. This gathering will provide an opportunity to mix and mingle with community members, to celebrate the year's accomplishments, and to look ahead to the challenges of the upcoming year. Our theme this year is "A New Day". This year's event will take place on Friday, January 30th, 2009 at the Concordia Ballroom at 1129 La Crosse Street. We will host a Community Fair from 5:30 - 7:30 pm, when our keynote address will begin. This year's speaker is Ben Manski, Executive Director of the Liberty Tree Foundation. The Liberty Tree Foundation is dedicated to helping people participate in direct democracy. We will serve a light dinner starting at 6. There will also be an open bar. If you would like to display information you can reserve table space by contacting us before January 15th. Even if you do not wish to reserve table space, please join us so that you may learn more about the recent successes and upcoming challenges of the local progressive community. Donations will be accepted on a sliding scale of $2 to $20 to help cover costs, and to raise funds for future events. We will also be collecting non-perishable food items for WAFER food pantry at the door. Please feel free to get in touch if you have questions or would like to reserve table space! We hope to see you on the 30th.
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DETOX, from page 13
Future Sons by Noah Singer
Results have already appeared. With the reduction of music’s role in my day-to-day life, I’ve noticed small changes to my mental processes, and my thoughts in its absence have become more free-form. My reasoning behind this is that the majority of popular music is highly formulaic, burdened with expectations of song structure and content which make these songs feel like episodes of a sitcom. Though audience participation is a vital part of music, it’s not unfair to say that songs are meant to provoke an external response in the beholder. In not listening to music so much, I’ve been able to notice the times when the music I listen to becomes mood-altering and provokes certain reactions and thoughts. In silence, I feel that my thoughts, however imperfect, are my own. This experiment wasn’t designed as a newspaper piece, and there’s a long way to go before I determine its success or failure. However, I can say that the results thus far haven’t strayed much from my hypothesis. In my own limited experience, the removal of something so taken for granted has caused very real separation anxiety. Imagine what would happen if all recorded music was to disappear, and silence clouded the skies between performances. People would lose their shit. My attitude stands. We’re addicted to music, and so we become deaf. I haven’t given up on music, however. Removed from its corporate trappings, it remains an amazing phenomenon, capable of healing, of inspiring, of shaking asses. But these high moments are singular, unfit for oversaturation, incapable to be repeated. Maybe in silence I can rediscover music’s meaning, but in the outside, where music is viral, I couldn’t care less.
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5-8 p.m. 16oz Sirloin $7, Blue Cheese Stuffed Sirloin $8, Jack Daniels Tips $8, 22oz T Bone $9.75, $1 shots doc and cherry doc 8 p.m. - close
sec, orange juice
712- CL - 7: $1 domestic 12 oz 2-4-1 rails $2 Stoli mixers
$2.50 beers 7 - CL
$3.00 Domestic Pitchers, $1 domestic 12 oz $2.00 Shots of Cuervo, $2 StoliGoldschlager mixers Rumpleminz,
closed $3 Pitchers 1.75 Rails $1 dom. taps, Dr. $4 imports, shots, $2 rails, full pint Irish Bud, $3 calls mixers, all apps, $4 Bomb top shelf Car
Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Buck Night starts at 6 p.m. under
3 games for $5 starts at 7 p.m. construction
11 a.m. - 9 p.m. hard or soft shell tacos $1
5-8 p.m. BBQ coun6 - CL try style ribs $5, $2.50 Sparks euchre tourney 7:30
Import Ladies drink night free Rails and Domestic starts at 7Light p.m.Tap Beer 9-11pm on the Dance Floor 11 a.m. - 9 p.m. AUCE Wings $5, Bingo $2 Silos BOGO $1 cherry bombs
$1 softshell tacos Happy Hour 4 p.m. - 9 p.m. M-FAUCE wings $5.00 $5 bbq ribs and free crazy bingo $2 Domestic Silos fries buy bomb $2.50 Premium Silos Stopone in forcherry Value Menu too $2.50 Three Olive Mixers big to here get one forlist$1
$2.50 Select imports/craft $1 shots of doctor, Beers cherry doctor $2.50 Top shelf Mixers $2 Mich Golden bottles
$2. Goldschlager
3 p.m. - midnight
grilled$6.00 chicken sandwich meal: $5.29 AUCD
Italian beefnight meal: bucket $6.69 6 for $9 Chicago chili dog: $3.89 beef meal: Italian $6.15 Bucket Night beers Chicago chili6dog: $3.45 for $9
hamburger or 25 cent hot wings cheeseburger meal: $3.89 $1 shots of Dr. Italian Beef w/dog hamburger meal: $7.89meal: $3.69 cheeseburger meal: 25 cent wings Dollar $3.89 shots of Doctor
Polish sausage meal: $4.49 chicken sandgrilled wich meal: $5.29 Polish AUCDsausage Taps andmeal: Rails $3.99 8-1 $6
soup or salad bar $1.25 make your own $2.25 burgers, $2.60 FREE with entree or 3 - 8cheeseburgers, p.m. 1/2 off anything that pours tacos, $4.75 taco salad $2 off $1.50 U-Call-Its $2 10 cent wings - CL) sandwich until 3 p.m. $5 beer, wells, & long islands. $2.25 margaritas, large pizza, $1(9fries $1.25 High Life bottles $1 shots with ($3.95 by itself) off large taco pizza with any pizza wristband. $2.50 Jack mixers or HAPPY HOUR 3 PM - 8Soco PM& lime
Thirsty - $1 Mexi-Night Tuesday Soft Shell Tacos $2.50 Margaritas
10 cent wings (9 - CL) $12-4-1 High Life bottles Burgers $1.50 rail Pitchers mixers Kul Light $5 $2 Guinness pints
Wristband Rib Nite Night Beer Pong @10 p.m.
Wii Night
$1 Dr. 6- shots 8 $3 $1.50 Jager Bombs taps
7 - midnight 7 - CL 7- CL: 3- CL: Ladies: 2 for 1 Tequila’s chips & salsa, Margarita Monday 2 Beers, 1 topping pizza Guys: $1.50 Coors $2 Coronas, $2.50 $2.50 $11 and Kul Light bottles Mike’s, Mike-arita (rocks only) Tequila’s chips & salsa, Mexican Monday $2.00 Corona, $2 Coronas, $2.50 Corona Light, Cuervo Mike’s, Mike-arita
$.50 Ladies: domestic2taps, for$11 microbrews, $3 domestic Guys: $1.50 Coors pitchers, $6 microbrew and Kul Light bottles pitchers
$2 Malibu $2.00 Cruzan madness Rum Mixers, $2.50$2 Jameson Shots, $3.00 pineapple Mixers
$1 rail mixers $3.00 Patron Shots $2 Bacardi mixers
FiestaHollow Mexicana Fox 5200 Mormon Coulee
chicken & veggie fajitasown Build your for Mary two Bloody 16oz Mug - $4.00
football night domestic beer:Pizza $1.50 Homemade Mexican beer: $2.00 & PItcher of Beer
HAPPY HOURshrimp EVERYDAY 3 - 6 chili chicken burrito verde primavera $1.25 Bucket of Domestic 25 Cent Wings BURGERS Cans 5 for $9.00
Build your own Bloody Mary 16oz Mug - $4.00
Homemade Pizza & PItcher of Beer $9.00 $5.99 $5.99 gyro gyro fries fries & & soda soda
Gracie’s Gracie’s 1908 Campbell rd.
1908 Campbell rd.
Huck Finn’s Howie's
127 dr. st. 1128Marina La Crosse
9-clNBC Mary night. (Night Bloody Before Class) $3 pitchspecials ers of the beast - 2 4-9 p.m. Happy10 Hour
Football Sunday $1.75 domestic JB’s Speakeasy 11-7 happy hour, free The Helm bottles 717 Rose st. food, $1.50 bloody, 1/2
108 3rd st price pitchers DTB Second Supper vol. 9, issue 148
$4.50
$1 Bazooka Joes
$3.00 Captain mixers/ mojitos Fish Fry $2 Cherry Bombs $1 Bazooka Joes
$1 Bazooka Joes
$3.00 Bacardi mixers/ mojitos $3 bloodys $2 Cherry Bombs $1 Bazooka 'til Joes noon
50 cent taps 4 - 7 (increases 50 cents per Great drinks! hour) $1 rails
10 - CL: $1.50 rails Hour 12 - 7
$2.00 Captain Mixers
Great drinks!
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Happy Hour 12 - 7 cents off most items
$2.00 Malibu, $2.50 Jaeger, $3.00 Jaeger Bombs
upsidedown cake
chicken Topless primavera Tuesday
N3287 County rd. OA 1904 Campbell
$2.50 X-Rated Mixers $2 Captain Mixers $2 Premium Grain Belt $2 Snake Bites
WING NIGHT-$1.25/LB $2 Tuesdays, including Wristband All day Everyday: $1 Doctor $2 Silos. M-F: Happy HourBBQ, 2-6PLAIN $.50 off everything but the daily special$2.50 JUMBO CAPTAIN AND BUFFALO, SMOKEY buy one get one Domestic $2 bottles, import taps, $1.00 PABST AND PABST LIGHT Night After Class $3 beerMIXERS ('til 6 p.m.) Ladies' Nite out 1.50 Raill $.50 pong, taps Domestic 3.00 BOTTLES$1.50 ROLLING ROCK RING TOSS NIGHT beer apps, single FLAVORED BACARDI Guys'closed Nite out 1.50 silos $5 COLLEGE I.D. Pitchers $1.75 Rails Holmen Meat Locker Jerky BOTTLES mixers/ $2.50 X bombs pitchers shot mixers, featured 3 Rings for $1 $2.25 BUD LIGHTS $1.00 SHOT $3.00 JAGER BOMBS Raffle $9 general public shots, and 50 cent taps OF THENIGHT-$1.25/LB WEEK WING $2 Tuesdays, including BUFFALO, SMOKEY BBQ, PLAIN Happy Hour 7 - 9. $2 for all single shot mixers and all beers. $1 Ladies Night $2 bottles, import taps, $1.00 PABST AND PABST LIGHT Topless Karaoke live DJ Wristband Night buy one, get one free $2.50 JUMBO CAPTAIN AND Karaoke FLAVORED Kul Light BOTTLES$1.50 ROLLING ROCK closed beer pong, apps, single Tuesday $1 shot specials $1 shot specials BOTTLES $5 COLLEGE I.D. BACARDI MIXERS wear a bikini, drink free shot mixers, featured cans $2.25 BUD LIGHTS $1.00 SHOT $9 general public $3.00 JAGER BOMBS shots, and 50 cent taps OF THE WEEK
football $1 night domestic Kul beer: Light $1.50 Mexicancans beer: $2.00
Fox Hollow Goal Post
2-8 p.m. AUCE wings $5
beers & rails 7 -$1.00 midnight 7 - midnight 7 - CL All day, everyday: Shots of Doctor, $2.00 Cherry Bombs, $1.75 Silos of Busch Light/Coors 7 - midnight Happy
chicken$4 & veggie full fajitas pint Irish for Bomb two Car
N3287 County OA
5-83-7 p.m. fishhappy dinnerhour $5.25
$1.50 $6.75 bloody marys $3 Three Olivesdinner mixers/ mojitos $3 Bacardi mixers/ mojitos shrimp 11 a.m. - 4 p.m $2 Cherry bombs $2 Cherry bombs
7 - midnight 7- CL: $2 Malibu madness Guys' Night $2 pineapple $1.25 upsidedown cake
$1.25 beers & rails
Cosmic $1 cherryBowl bombs starts at 9 p.m. until midnight
pepper & egg sandwich Italian beef meal: domestic pitchers $6.69 meal: $5.00 barrel parties2 Chicago at cost dog meal: Italian sausage meal: pepper & egg sandwich $5.89 $6.69 Italian beef meal: meal: $4.50, fish $6.15 sandwich meal: $4.99, 2 Chicago dog meal: $4.50 domestic pitchers Pitcher and Pizza $10 Italian sausage meal: $3.45 $6.15
for 1 $5 All 2Mojitos taps
7 - midnight 7- CL: $1 rail mixers Ladies' Night $2 Bacardi mixers
Cosmic & $1 cherryBowl bombs Karaoke starts at until 9 p.m. midnight
Dad's Beer"
HAPPY HOUR 4 - 7
6closed - 8 p.m. $1.50 rails/domestics
Saturday
batterfried cod, fries, $2.50 Bomb Shots beans, and garlic bread $2.50 Ketel One Mixers $5.50 $2 Retro Beers "Your
$1.50 rail mixers
Fiesta Dan’s Mexicana Place 5200 Mormon Coulee 411 3rd st.
Friday
$9.00
9-cl$3.50 Domestic pitchers $1.75 domestic bottles
shrimp Ladies Night buy one, get one free burrito wear a bikini, drink free
chili Karaoke verde $1 shot specials
Asklive server DJ for details $1 shot specials Ask server for details
HAPPY HOUR EVERYDAY 3 - 6
HAPPY HOUR 6 AM - 9 AM
$1.25 beer pong 6 p.m. $8.95 16 oz steak BURGERS
free wings 6 p.m. - 9 p.m.
Bucket of Domestic Cans 5 for $9.00
25 CentHOUR Wings HAPPY
Buy Buy one one gyro gyro get get one one half half price price
free free baklava, baklava, ice ice cream cream or or sundae sundae with with meal meal
$1.25 $1.25 domestic domestic taps taps buy buy one one burger burger get get one one half half price price
HAPPY HOUR 9-cl- $1 rails, $2.50 pitchers, Beer Pong All day (everyday!) $1.75 domesticspecials $1.25 Old Style Light bottles $1.50 LAX Lager/Light $1 shots of Dr.
$5 AUCD
HAPPY HOUR 3 - 8 $8.95 16 oz. steak $8.95 1/2 lb. fish platter
5 p.m. - 10 p.m.
EVERYDAY 3 -7 9-cl and$1.25 9 - 11 rails, $1.75 bottles/cans
Karaoke
GREEK GREEK ALL ALL DAY DAY buy buy one one appetizer appetizer appetizer half price appetizer half price get one half price get one half price with meal with meal 9-cl -$2 captain mixers, $2 bottles/cans, $3 jager bombs
9-cl $2 bacardi mixers, $2 domestic pints, $1.50 shots blackberry brandy
HAPPY HOUR2-CL 5-7 Thirsty Thursday 3 12 oz. dom. taps $2 $1 vodka drinks $1 12 oz taps
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Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday & drink specials ] COMMUNITY SERVICE [ Area food
LA CROSSE Jai's Bar 168 Rose st.
JB’s Speakeasy 717 Rose st.
The Joint 324 Jay st.
Legend’s
Happy Hour 11 a.m. - 7 p.m. everyday. $1.50 rails & domestics
$3 bloodys $1 priced-to-move bottles
$1.75 domestic bottles
$1.75 domestic bottles
1/2 off Pearl Street pitchers during Packer game
4 - 8 p.m. Bacardi $3 doubles/pints
closed
223 Pearl st.
The Library 123 3rd st.
$2 Guinness all day
Opening at 4 p.m. for the game. $5 Pitchers of Coors Light
closed closed
Nutbush
Ladies' night 7-CL buy one, get one rails and dom. bottles
$1.75 domestic bottles
$2 Boddington's English Pub Ale ALL DAY
50 cents off all drinks 7-CL
$1.00 off all Irish shots $2.50 pints of Guinness $3.00 imperial pints
every day $1 shots of Doc
$1 taps $1 rails 1/2 price Tequila
All your fav drinks at low prices
HAPPY HOUR 5 - 7
4 - 8 p.m. domestic bottles/rails $1.75
closed
$2 Irish Car Bombs (go out the Irish way) 7-CL
4 - 8 p.m. domestic bottles/rails $1.75
5 - 7 p.m. 2-4-1 happy hour
great drinks!
WING NIGHT $2 SVEDKA MIXERS $2.50 JACK MIXERS $2.25 BUD LIGHTS $2 SHOTS OF ALL DOCTOR FLAVORS
AFTER COMEDY: PINT NIGHT $1 PINTS OF RAILS MIXERS AND DOMESTIC TAPS $2 PINTS OF CALL MIXERS AND IMPORT TAPS $3 PINTS OF TOP SHELF MIXERS
KARAOKE $2 double rails, $3 double calls, $2 ALL bottles
Wristband Night and Beer Pong Tourney
Play bags and win prizes in January
Play bags and win prizes in January
2-4-1 Happy Hour 5 - 10 $2 Capt. mixers $1.75 domestic beer, $1.50 Rails, $1 Pabst cans @ 10 p.m.
2-4-1 Happy Hour 3 - 9 Best Damned DJ'S @ 10 p.m.
2-4-1 Happy Hour 3 - 8 Best Damned DJ'S @ 10 p.m.
$2 SHOTS OF GOLDSCHLAGER $5 DOUBLE VODKA ENERGY DRINK
HAPPY HOUR 3 - 6
3264 George st.
Players
Price by Dice
214 Main St
Ralph's
In John's Bar 109 3rd st. N
Ringside 223 Pearl st.
Schmidty’s
Chef specials daily Mighty Meatball sub $6 open 11 - 6 $2 Screwdrivers and $2 Domestic Bottles w/NFL Sun. Ticket
3119 State rd.
breakfast buffet $9.95 10 a.m. - 2 p.m.
Shooter’s
$1 Shot Night
120 S 3rd st.
Sports Nut 801 Rose st.
Tailgators 1019 S 10th st.
Top Shots 137 S 4th st.
Yesterdays 317 Pearl st.
LA CRESCENT
Crescent Inn 444 Chestnut st.
WINONA Brothers 129 W 3rd st.
Godfather’s 30 Walnut st. 21
2 for 1 Happy Hour ALL NIGHT LONG
happy hour all day
open 4-9
Karaoke @ 10 p.m. 2-4-1 Happy Hour 5 - 10 AUCD Rail mixers @ 10 p.m.
Karaoke @ 10 p.m. 2-4-1 Happy Hour 5 - 10 $1 Pabst cans, Dr. shots @ 10 p.m.
chicken parmesan sub $6
Italian sandwich w/banana peppers and parmesan &6
open 4-9
double $6.50
HAPPY HOUR 4 PM - 7 PM cheeseburger HOOP DAY!! MAKE YOUR SHOT AND YOUR ENTRÉE IS FREE!
$6.99 FISH SANDWICH FOR LUNCH, $7.99 FISH SANDWICH FOR DINNER, $9.99 ALL YOU CAN EAT FISH FRY ALL DAY
happy hour all day long! $1.00 OFF WILD WINGS, $1.00 PHILLY STEAK AND CHEESE.
LUNCH BUFFET $6.45
Ask Nicely See What Happens
Tie Tuesday Great Prices For Sharp Dressers
Buck Burgers
Tacos $1.25
$4 domestic pitchers
$1 Rails, $1.50 Pint Taps, $3 Long Island Pints 15 cent wings
$2 Bacardi mixers
$2 Spotted Cow & DT Brown pints $2 domestic bottles 7 - 12, $2.50 Skyy/ Absolute mixers 10-1 $2 Dr. drinks
$1 Point special bottles
$2.50 pints Bass & Guinness
$1.75 domestic bottles
$2.25 Pearl st. pints $1.50 PBR bottles
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday Wednesday
$2 Rolling Rocks $2 domestic beer
8 - CL $1.50 rails $1.75 Bud cans
$1 shots of Dr. $2.50 Polish
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday Wednesday
M3= $1 martinis, $2 mojitos, $3 margaritas $2 domestic pitchers
family buffet 5 -8 kids under 10 pay .45 cents per year of age
$2.50 Bacardi Mixers, $3 Long Island Pints 12 oz. T-Bone $8.99
HAPPY HOUR 10 AM - 12, 4 PM - 6 PM $1.50 Bud/Miller Lite/ PBR taps all day $1.75 rails 10 - 1
closed
Chicken salad on rye w/ lettuce, tomato, onion $5
LUNCH SPECIALS CHANGE DAILY
$1.75 light taps and Dr. shots
Fiesta Night 7 - 12 $2 tequila shots $2.50 margaritas
Southwest chicken pita $5
$1 domestic taps $3 Jager Bombs
Bucket Night 5 for $9 5 domestic bottles for $10, $2 Bacardi mixers, $1.50 rail vodka mixers 10 -1
10 cent wings, $3 filled mug ($1 tap refills, $2 rail refills) $1 High Life bottles/kamikaze shots
15 cent wings
$1 Dr. shots $3 16 oz Captain mixers
$2 Long Islands, PBR bottles, Captain mixers
$1 Dr. shots $3 16 oz Captain mixers
$2.75 deluxe Bloodys ‘til 7, $5 lite pitchers 7 - 12
$1.75 rails $1 PBR mugs
Thursday
Friday
Saturday $2.50 Captain $2.50 Jager Bombs & Polish
$2 u-call-it (except top shelf)
Thursday
3 - 8pm 1.00 off anything that Pours
2 for 1 anything 9 p.m. - close
Fish Fry $6.95
$2.50 Bacardi Mixers, $3 Long Island Pints
$1 O-Bombs/Bazooka Joes, Wristband Night, $2.50 SoCo or Jack mixers
Friday
Saturday
$2.50 Three Olives mixers $1 Cherry & Jäger Bombs wristband night 'til 12 a.m.
$2.50 Bacardi mixers $1 Cherry & Jäger Bombs wristband night 'til 12 a.m.
any jumbo, large, or large 1 topping pizza medium pizza up to 5 $9.99 toppings: $11.99 (get 2nd large for $5)
January 29, 2008
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Entertainment Directory 1/29 - 2/4
Thursday, January 29
January 31, continued
Del’s Bar Irene Keenan Jr.
7:00
Ringside Comedy Night
8:00
Howie's Karaoke
8:00
The Joint Smokin’ Bandits with Moon Boot Posse 10:00 La Crosse Center Toby Keith’s Biggest and Baddest Tour with Jason Aldean 7:30
Northside Oasis Caleb and Joe and the People They Know Popcorn Tavern New Grass Revue The Starlite Lounge Kies and Kompanie
Sunday, February 1 8:00
5:00 10:00
Coconut Joe's Live DJ
10:00
The Warehouse Skies Alive, Stars After the Storm, Behind Every Disaster and Ralphed Friday, January 30 The Warehouse Jamestown Story, Take Cover, Kevin Koutnik, Dan Collins and a Piano, Heller Mason 6:00
Popcorn Tavern Lettuce Inn Nighthawks Doc Mel of the Medicine Men
Popcorn Tavern Shoeless Revolution
The Joint Brownie's Open Jam
10:00
10:00
JB's The Band That Should Not Be with Awesome Possum 10:00 10:00
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27,069
Ed's Bar
Charlie Parr w/ Joel Ward fromThe Northwoods Band
Thurs., 1/29
Ed's Bar
Fri., 1/30
Acoustic Café
Fri., 1/30
Ed's Bar
Sat., 1/31
The Sota Band
Draught Haus
Sat., 1/31
Katrina Kittelson
Acoustic Café
Sat., 1/31
Frank Merchlewitz
Big River Room
Sat., 1/31
The Rev. Eddie Danger and Dangergrass
Wednesday, February 4
10:00
Nighthawks The King Everything 10:00 Classic Rock and Blues Revue
Popcorn Tavern Shoeless Revolution
10:00
Del’s Bar Paulie
7:00
10:00
Popcorn Tavern Paulie
Howie’s Comedy Night
10:00
Winona
Caiti Allison
Tuesday, February 3
10:00
Saturday, January 31 The Warehouse Peachcake, RAWFLCOPTER
10:00
Monday, February 2 Popcorn Tavern Open Jam with Up and Coming
Just A Roadie Away...
The Black Slacks
10:00
Nighthawks Dave Orr's open jam
Northside Oasis Proto Melei
Popcorn Tavern Eric and Al
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8:30 10:00
Nighthawks Irene Keenan Jr.
9:00
Recovery Room Kin Pickin open jam
10:00
Coconut’s Live DJ
10:00
Players Karaoke
10:00
Popcorn Tavern Brownie's Open Jam
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