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Letter from the Editor Winter in Wisconsin affords a particularized form of bonding. ‘Round about November we start staying “cold enough for ya?” and by the middle of December we realize we need something new to do, so we take heavy stones and slide them across the ice. Or we drill holes in the ice and go fishing. Or we cut holes in the ice and jump in the water. Or we freeze brandy into ice and serve it as slush. Yes, a lot of Wisconsin traditions must seem strange to the outside world, but if you’ve never been snowed in for four months, you just wouldn’t understand. Funny, our summer lives seem perfectly idyllic in comparison. OK, a diet of grilled eastern European sausages may be kind of ridiculous, but a summer devoted to softball, canoeing, and open-water fishing would be a normal — if not enviable — way of life for any American. It’s only when the temperature drops that we break out the broom ball and challenge each other to long-distance ski jumps. Yes, it takes a certain kind of mindset to survive a Wisconsin winter, and I’m reminded of it every time I see Shuggypop Jackson — or every time I don’t see him, rather. Shuggypop, not his real name, is a Wisconsin expatriate who came home to winter for the first time in 15 years. I used to love his droll take on the state, the quips you heard nearly every night when he rode up on his bicycle, but I’ve seen Shuggypop about five times in the previous four months. Otherwise he stays holed up in his apartment and writes me emails, poor guy. Read his sad saga in the lead essay to this package. The rest of this issue was also borne of too much time spent indoors. Bri Rupel writes an ode to her bowling league, while Amber Miller finds her serenity in another hobby, tai chi, which she has to bring to snowy fields to practice. As for the other inimitable hobbies profiled in this issue — broom ball, ski jump, polar plunge — they have to be products pure winter boredom. And speaking of pure winter boredom, did you see the vote totals for Tuesday’s mayoral election? Oh, I kid, I kid, but rest assured we’ll be covering that story in depth in future issues. Evidently this really is our winter of discontent, and it’s created a dream election — at least from the perspective of a youthful independent news weekly: a 24-year-old with Navy SEAL experience versus a city councilwoman with a progressive edge. So stay with us as we follow that developing Matt Harter/Dorothy Lenard race, but first we’ll celebrate with some hot apple pie — in liquid form, naturally — and play a few hands of sheepshead. It's the Wisconsin way after all. — Adam Bissen

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Snowed In: Shuggy's first winter in Wisconsin after 15 years 7 Wisco Winter Activities!

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86th annual Snowflake Ski Jump A photo spread


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Social Networking Second Supper’s finally on the social networking bandwagon, with a whole chain of townies to answer our deliciously revealing questions. Each week, the interviewee will name someone they're connected to, who will become the next person interviewed, and so it shall continue. You see? We really are all connected.

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FAVORITE LOCAL RESTAURANT: Freighthouse and Yoko's FAVORITE BAR IN TOWN: Bodega 3 MOVIES YOU’D TAKE ON A DESERTED ISLAND: Stop Making Sense, Forrest Gump, Be Kind Rewind CITY OR COUNTRY? Country TELL US A JOKE: I'm horrible at jokes, although on the other hand ... I have other fingers.

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Activities that would be more interesting on ice

Winter spirits

1. Jump rope 2. Mixed Martial Arts 3. Line dancing 4. Bowling 5. Stripping 6. Hacky-sack 7. Floor hockey

1. Brandy 2. Irish coffee 3. Hot toddy 4. Hot buttered rum 5. Hot apple pie 6. Hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps 7. Whiskey

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3 BOOKS YOU’D TAKE TO PRISON: God Bless You Mr. Rosewater by Kurt Vonnegut Jr., The Old Man and The Sea by Ernest Hemingway, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce 3 CDs YOU’D TAKE ON A ROAD TRIP: Beck-Mutations, The Beatles-Revolver, Pavement-Brighten The Corners IF YOU COULD PLAY ANY INSTRUMENT PERFECTLY, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Drums WHAT IS IN YOUR POCKETS RIGHT NOW? An ultra mega green vitamin HOW DO YOU KNOW NATE? We had Driver's Ed together.

Things we would do if it was 50 degrees outside 1. Wear shorts 2. Bust out the grill 3. Hike the bluffs 4. De-Saran Wrap the windows 5. Listen to Peter Tosh 6. Play catch 7. Look out the window and say "Nice day, isn't it?"

Do this WHAT: Brutal La Crosse Full Contact Cage Fighting WHEN: Saturday, February 21, 7 p.m. WHERE: La Crosse Center COST: $16.50-51.50 I must admit, I don't really get the whole Mixed Martial Arts competitive fighting thing. I mean, a bunch of muscular, toned, taut, fit, oily dudes with their hands all over each other's hard bodies, trying to force one other into prone positions, grappling with one another while semi-nude, each displaying his strength and dexterity, and...what was I talking about again? Oh, right. Well, my boyfriend is a huge fan of MMA fighting, so I assume a lot of other folks around here must be into it, too. So this weekend, instead of watching Ultimate Fighting Championship videos in your buddy's basement and avoiding your girlfriend, bring the whole group on down to the La Crosse Center for the rare opportunity to see MMA fighters live in action. The MMA Independent Alliance and Brutal Fight Night will be hosting The Introduction: All American Cage Fighting, and many of the Midwest's own athletes will be featured in the event, including Mike Howell, Matt Hirsch, and Jake Doerr. I once likened MMA fighting to ballet: I don't really understand the intricacies of the art, so I don't think I can fully appreciate it. But if I knew the diligence and skill required for those pirouettes, you're damn right I'd be cheering in the front row! As an added bonus, ladies, my boyfriend said he'd love me forever if I got him tickets to Brutal La Crosse, so grab your seats while you can. — Emily Faeth

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By Maria Pint Not often do I agree with the sayings in Chinese fortune cookies. What makes me mad is that they’re not even fortunes any more; they just tend to be random sayings that don’t even make sense when you add “in bed” at the end. That’s the whole point of reading those little pieces of paper aloud! The parade has officially been rained on folks. But I can hardly be upset with the fortune I cracked open the other day: “Everyone agrees you are the best. Lucky Numbers: 5, 13, 48, 100.” Quite obviously that one is spot on. Was it chance that I happened to pick that one up while my roommate got “Expect a surprise in your future”? I think not, seeing as how she almost got hit by a car on her way to class the next day. So clearly not a coincidence. I also happen to truly believe that saying was meant for me because of the lucky numbers printed on it. Like everyone and their brother, my favorite number is 13 (note: this is one of the few times I will actually describe myself as ordinary, enjoy it) so that fits me. More important than that however, is the last number on the list: 100. What you are reading at this very moment just happens to be my one hundredth column for the Second Supper. Consider yourself part of history now. Now I don’t know if you guys know this, but I’m kind of a big deal. And the fact that “College Sucks” has made it to 100 issues is an even bigger deal because to be honest, I can’t believe you guys haven’t gotten sick of me by now. Every column I have written has been about 900 words, and if you do the math, that means I have written approximately 90,000 words all about me. I am frankly shocked at myself for having that much to say about…well, myself. I’ve discussed love, life, politics, and of course college and how it sucks (and rocks if you have to know) with you fine readers and I have to apologize, because I’m sure I’ve repeated myself lots along the way. But I also take comfort in knowing that most of you reading this right now have not read every single “College Sucks.” In fact, I hope none of you have. I’ve been writing this little diddy for two and

a half years now which is legitimately the longest relationship I’ve ever been in. It was good for me, was it good for you? I was just a little college freshmen when this whole process began; I was practically a baby! I saw the Second Supper through some changes and the Second Supper stuck with me as my writing style grew and matured right along with me. I’m actually glad that very few people remember my early stuff, because it really did suck. I just wasn’t that great of a writer when I began at the Second Supper and I’m a big enough person to admit that now. Second Supper not only improved my writing style though, but helped shape who I am as a person in general; scary thought, I know. But writing this column every week has gotten me a little fame in La Crosse and now I’m an egotistical brat on a power trip. Thanks for that, SS. I knew I really had a problem when I heard about the La Crosse Dancing with the Stars event coming up and I legitimately got upset that I wasn’t invited to be one of the stars.True, I can’t dance and I’m not really a La Crosse celebrity, but I was still offended for some reason. And that’s when I knew something had to change. It saddens me to have to tell you this reader, but you are currently perusing the 100th “College Sucks” as well as the last one. It’s time for me to throw up the deuces and say farewell to my little column and the Second Supper in an effort to deflate my ego a little. Don’t cry for me greater La Crosse area, the truth is I never loved you. This may come as a shock to you, but it’s been in the works for a while, in my head at least. Unfortunately, my major has nothing to do with writing, journalism or the English language in general. I’m at that point in my college career where my extracurricular activities really need to be adding to my résumé and I don’t think “stuck-up columnist” is going to do anything for me professionally. As a math major, I should probably be thinking more about numbers and less about me. In all seriousness though, I really have enjoyed being in a Second Supper columnist for so long. I always get a kick out of fan mail and I totally love it when people recognize me on the street and tell me so; even if it is a little upsetting that people recognize me from a toilet picture. I’ve definitely enjoyed being a semicelebrity in La Crosse (I’m totally cooler than Dan Breeden, that’s for sure) and I thank you all for giving me that opportunity. Oh, and do me one last favor reader: if they try to replace me with another college chick who thinks she’s the coolest thing since sliced bread, don’t even give her a chance. Maria Pint is just someone you can’t replace like that (seems appropriate to end on a totally vain comment like that, right? Peace out.).

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Madahoochie w/ Moonboot Posse By Shuggypop Jackson By birthright, I'm a Wisconsinite, but after being away from this climate for 15 years, apparently my DNA doesn't have that imprint anymore. How did I ever survive the winters around here when I was a kid? In fact, I remember I really liked winter and would get buck wild playing in the snow. These days however, you can insert all the whining and four letter words about winter you want here, but I won't waste my column space bitching about it. However, after a nasty spill on some ice and a genuine phobic avoidance of arctic temperatures, I've been sitting on my couch for over a month in hibernation mode healing my knee. Cabin fever? Bring it! So, with all this free time, all the things I could do! Maybe I'll write the book I've been formulating in my brain. Perhaps I'll finally learn how to play the cello or marimba or something. There's no end to the novels I've been meaning to read. I could go buy an easel and some paints and get all Bob Ross. Learning another language could always be fun, perhaps Russian, or Swahili, or maybe Farsi. I could bake pies, become a T'ai Chi master, raise an ant farm, get some rock hard abs, or learn how to do magic! But the reality is, just about every day I've sat on my couch after stumbling out of my bed and watch CNN to get my Obamamania fix. Throughout the winter, Lou Dobbs, Wolf Blitzer and Campbell Brown have become my best friends. Technically, CNN is background noise while I live my fabulous online life with my trusted Mac Book. Ahh, the self-indulgent world of leisure we live in where any creative project can take form online, in my case on, the corner of the Internet that has sat around for over a year waiting for my brain to explode ideas all over it. Someday I'll get to that. Instead I just open my laptop and get my daily online crack fix, which always inevitably leads me to getting caught up on something random like or reading about Ernest Borgnine on Wikipedia. It was early on in my hibernation that I got a drunk-text from my friend Sarah in Texas telling me to get on Facebook chat. I must have been the last person to become aware of this feature, as there always seems to be a couple dozen of my rather modest collection of 251 Facebook friends online at any given moment to catch up with. I'm pretty sure Maria Pint never gets off that site, as she jumps on my nuts the second I log on every single day. You'd

think she had something better to do while she was vacationing in Peru, wouldn't you? After I realize how much of my day has passed with mindless Internet surfing, I usually figure I should be productive and earn some dollars. Lucky for me, my job consists of sitting on my computer, so basically nothing changes. I think about how maybe I should take a shower or wash some dishes or something, but laziness usually wins. So for a few hours I crank out the snarky drivel you read in this paper and for other freelance writing jobs I have. I seem to be much less productive at this lately though, mostly because of that damn Facebook chat window I leave open. After all, I have several friends who have been laid off the past few months (damn you recession!) who are living the couch potato Internet lifestyle as well that need my online companionship to cheer them up throughout the day. Eventually, my brain turns to pudding from zombieing out on the computer screen coupled with my body's inertia. On a good day, I'll break through my malaise and hobble around the hallways of the apartment building, maybe do some yoga stretches, but not nearly enough exercise to qualify for anything above the level of sloth. A few times, friends have stopped by to keep me company, but for the most part, I've been a solitary man during this time. I like being around people, this heavy amount of alone time has tested my sanity on several occasions, making me resemble Martin Sheen doing karate in his undies in a Saigon hotel room at the beginning of Apocalypse Now. That is where the sweet numbing effects of trash TV come in to play. Rock of Love Bus has been a personal favorite, as has Sober House with that loveable trainwreck of a human Steven Adler. And that has pretty much been my daily existence for the winter. Mind mush cabin fever like whoa. For the love of puppies, get me outta here! Oh yeah, and I applied for grad school at UW-L while I've been sitting around doing pretty much nothing. I even got called in for an interview. Since my verdict isn't in on that one yet, mum is the word, but feel free to wish me luck! As for all those grandiose plans mentioned at the beginning of this column, ummm, yeah, none of it has happened. I started to read Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy, but only got a couple of chapters into it and now it sits unloved, just waiting for me to regain the momentum to get back into it. Ahh, winter in Wisconsin, you make me understand why people here drink so much.

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Broomball By Ben Clark Ever since its inception in Canada during the early 1900s, broomball has always stuck out as an odd duck in the world of winter sports. Historians believe that the esoteric sport originally started in Iceland in the 10th century, with games featuring whole villages playing for days on end, with some of the players even winding up dead. Eventually, this seemingly bloodthirsty sport mellowed out, and spread to our wonderful neighbors of the north. From Canada, the sport trickled down to the States, where it amassed quite a fan following, especially in the Midwest — most notably Minnesota and Wisconsin. Today, La Crosse is lucky enough to have a broomball league that starts every year at the beginning of January and continues on to the end of February. Broomball, for those who are unfamiliar with the mechanics of the game, involves much of the same ideas that are involved in modern ice hockey.The game is played on a ice rink, and pits two teams of six players each (five players on the ice, one goalie) against each other. Instead of ice skates, the players wear shoes, usually fitted with a soft plastic sole to provide better traction while on the ice. The broom itself is not actually a broom (a reference to when the game was originally played with kitchen brooms with the bristles frozen solid), but rather a wooden or metal stick with a specially designed plastic, triangular head. Instead of a puck, the game is played using a small plastic or rubber ball, usually colored bright orange or blue. The size of the ball is slightly smaller than that of a baseball, and glides around on the ground. The La Crosse league requires that there be at least one women on the ice at all times, and that all of the players are over 18. Despite having a rather high popularity during the mid1980s, the number of teams has dropped dramatically Mike Brogan, the current director of Holmen Park & Recreation Department, has been playing broomball for years. Lately, he’s noticed that the popularity of the sport has died down from the league’s conception. “[The

Iced tai chi popularity] grew during the mid-nineties when we had about 16 teams playing. And then there were a couple of years of 50 degree weather in February which kind of slowed things down.” As the weather began to warm up during the early months of the year, the use of an outside ice rink was no longer a possibility. For a while, the broomball league of La Crosse almost ceased to be, but thanks to the dedication of the players, the league managed to hold on. “The city had dropped it for a couple years. We kind of kept it going just as players, then the city picked up the sponsorship just last year.” The league existed simply as players who loved the game, keeping broomball alive in the region until the La Crosse Park & Recreations department picked up sponsorship for the league last year. For those of us who feel winter is simply nothing but the season in which we feel our mid-sections grow, broomball can prove to be a much more fulfilling and healthier alternative. Brogan described the game as one of the best ways to keep in shape over the course of the winter: “Most of us don’t like to do anything in the winter time, it gives us good exercise. It gives us something to do outside — even when it's 10 below. You’re always running around, sweating.” The future of the broomball league of La Crosse is uncertain. While there are still dedicated teams that play (all from businesses in La Crosse), the number of teams have dropped drastically over the years, and the league is looking to recruit younger members. When I asked Mike about the current popularity of the sport, he responded with an announcement to all of the younglings out there to take up the sport. “For those that play it, they still love it. I guess that’s the biggest thing. I guess we need to get more younger players.” Broomball, with its historic past, still remains one of the better ways to keep your self in shape during the winter months. Hopefully, the La Crosse broomball league will see a surge in applications for new teams next year…who know! Maybe your team will be able to topple last years’ reigning champs!

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By Amber MIller So, winter in Wisconsin, eh? Alright, I’ll give it to the snowflakes for being pretty and hot chocolate for being miraculous, but winter as a whole just gets to be damn depressing. Being stuck inside, breathing microbe-infested air, gorging ourselves on old thawed-out Christmas cookies (and I know I’m not the only one) gets to be too much. There really is something to that whole winter-induced depression thing, and just when I was starting to consider therapy, I realized I had something much more effective in my feel-better arsenal: tai chi. Tai chi is an ancient Chinese form of exercise that was originally developed for self-defense over 2,000 years ago. When I say “form of exercise,” I mean that in every possible way — it exercises your body, your consciousness, and possibly your universe. It is a series of fluid postures that, when practiced and done skillfully, morph into one another like evolution. Just watching someone else practice tai chi is relaxing, but learning to do it yourself is life-changing. It was for me, at least. I took a class through our fine city’s Park and Rec Department quite a while ago, and it has been one of the most positive experiences of my life. And it was way cheaper than therapy. I remember being so eager to learn all of it right away, but one must be patient. It took a couple of weeks to learn all the postures, and the whole process was magical. The interesting part is that there is always room for improvement — you can learn to breathe more deeply, or move more effortlessly, or hold a certain posture in a more advanced position. And there are several forms of tai chi as well. It’s like a lifetime opportunity that can grow old with you and continue to influence you as you progress. When I recently realized that the winter blues were gettin’ me down, I hadn’t practiced tai chi in a while. See, there’s something about practicing outside that

just seemed necessary to me. During the summer and fall, I would kick off my shoes, find a nice grassy knoll, and let myself be transformed by the ancient art. I would feel instantly relaxed and energized simultaneously, in control and able to submit to the wild nature of life at the same time. Therein was the problem — I desperately needed tai chi, but the ground was covered (until recently) with multiple feet of snow. And I certainly couldn’t do it inside — it just feels wrong to me. The only possible solution was to suit up and brave the cruel Wisconsin cold. I threw on a few layers and climbed into the snow pile of my backyard. The snow had a half-inch thick layer of ice on it that my feet smashed through with each step.The cold air woke my lungs out their deep state of hibernation, and dense snowflakes settled into my eyelashes, only to melt as tears seconds later. Balance was an entirely different feeling, perched as I was on precariously shifting snow molecules. But the effect was the same — I hadn’t felt better all winter. It was more difficult and took more focus to practice on snow than on grass, but I felt it added to the experience. I had practiced in strong winds, and pouring rain, and the blinding brightness of sunset next to the river — all were mystical in the differences that they bring out in the process. The snow tai chi experiment may have been my favorite of all, perhaps just because I needed it so badly in the slump of January. I’m glad to have remembered, and to have been adventurous enough to try it out in sub-zero temperatures. To all you real Sconnies out there, lace up your boots and give it a shot.

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Freezin' for a reason By Emily Faeth

By Briana Rupel As they do for most people, winters wear me down. Of course, if I were a skier or snowmobiler, I'd probably have nicer things to say about the season. I'd probably revel in the sight of fresh powder being dumped from the sky. But I don't participate really in any winter activities, save for the occasional snowball fight. Winter activities for me usually include scarfing down a lot more comfort food, guzzling pots of hot coffee, and upping my status as bar-fly to something more along the lines of bar-eagle or hawk. It was on one of my recent nights as a reincarnated bird of prey when my phone began to buzz in my pocket. I set down my creamy delicious stout and unfolded my phone to reveal a peculiar text message from my friend — and co-worker — Joe. "Hey!" The message began excitedly. "U wanna be on a bowling league team with me, Melissa and Chris?!" Bowling league? I took another drink and thought back to about five years ago, when I was perusing a garage sale with a friend. Strolling up the driveway of a stranger, I wasn't really looking for anything in particular when I spotted a gem near the garage: A killer '70s-era gray bowling bag with bright blue and white stripes. The price tag read $1. One dollar! There was a problem though. The bag had a ball in it. Don't get me wrong, the ball was pretty snappy too — marbled dark gray and white, with the words "Lucky Strike" etched out in script along with a four-leaf clover — but I'm not a bowler. "I'll pay the full price," I explained to the owner of the merchandise, who had approached me after noticing my excitement, "but I just want the bag, I don't need the ball." "No no no," he said playfully, "ya gotta take the ball too! Come on, both items for a dollar? You can't pass that up." After convincing me to keep the ball along with my snazzy new carry-on bag, he nudged

As the niece of a man with Down syndrome, I've seen firsthand the positive effects participation in the Special Olympics has on its athletes. Not only is my Uncle Jim much better at bowling than I am: he's also had opportunities to stay in shape and have fun with his friends that he might not have had without the annual games. Founded in 1968, non-profit Special Olympics has grown to help hundreds of millions of athletes hone their talents and showcase their hard work. The positives of involvement with Special Olympics don't stop with its athletes, though: The countless volunteers who have helped to make the games happen over the years have also reaped the rich rewards of friendship, cooperation, and community involvement so elemental to the organization. This year's Coulee Region Polar Plunge is your chance to lend a hand to this worthy cause. On March 7, teams and individuals from across the Coulee Region will be running, jumping, or hesitantly walking into the frigid waters of Black River Beach in La Crosse. Teams are asked to collect pledges to raise money to benefit Special Olympics. The Polar Plunge began in 1999 right here in La Crosse, and Special Olympics Wisconsin is now holding ten plunges statewide with a pledge goal of $1 million. There's still plenty of time to get involved with this year's Polar Plunge. Online registration is available at specialolympicswisconsin. org/polar_plunge.asp, where you can find details about how to create a Web site for your team to collect pledges and raise support for your group. Many local employers also offer to match the pledges raised by their company

me. "Hey," he said with a huge grin, "ya never know, that old thing might come in handy!" And it did for five years — as a door stop, a half-assed weight for workouts, and a massive dust collector. Odd thing is, even through the multitude of times I packed up and moved in five years (six moves total. Six.) I could never find the heart to leave that ball behind. It moved right along with me. "Hell yes," I thumbed into my phone in response to Joe's query. "I'm in." It was time for ol' Lucky Strike to finally get some lovin'. No more than a few days later, there I was at Pla-mor Lanes for Service Industry Night, standing in line with my Bodega cohorts waiting to get shoes. As we laced up, excitement — but also a bit of nerves — began to build for the first game of the season.Turns out the four of us had never been huge bowlers, not to mention we were complete novices when it came to league play. In fact, the last time I had been bowling was close to two years prior. My teammates revealed similar truths as they wondered out loud when they had last knocked down some pins. "Wow," said Melissa shaking her ireless W head. "I can't even remember." e e r F ! Were we about to get nailed? ternet n I Was some guy going to accost me if my toe crossed the line? Ten I pictured it happening just like FL, Big ! N rk that famous scene in The Big Netwo Lebowski. I would unknowingly mess up. A Walter Sobchek look-alike would wave a glock in my face and shout: "Bri, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules." Alright, so I'm exaggerating here. I knew I wasn't going to See Bowling, page14

teams, so ask your boss and your coworkers to help you get involved. Pre-registration is also available. On March 4,Task Karate at 1100 Kane St will be registering Plungers from 4-6:30 p.m., and on March 5, UW-La Crosse's Port O' Call Lounge, Kwik Trip in Tomah, and the Onalaska Center for Commerce and Tourism will all be holding registration events. Howie's on La Crosse Street will also be registering Plungers the following day. If you're a procrastinator, though, you can still register on the day of the Plunge at Black River Beach beginning at 9 a.m. If the idea of submerging yourself excruciatingly cold water doesn't exactly appeal to you, however, you can take the easy route as register as "Too Chicken To Plunge." You'll also get a lovely long-sleeved T-shirt to stay warm in advertising your lack of gumption, but hey, I'm not here to judge. As a thank-you for your gallantry, following the Plunge is an evening of entertainment and refreshments at Howie's. The Celebration Party goes from 5-8 p.m. with free food and free admission for all Plungers. The Post Plunge Party continues into the evening, with Trouble Shooter starting at 9 p.m. Admission to the Post Plunge Party is $5. An event wouldn't be an event without spectators to cheer on those brave enough to participate, so even if you don't plan to Plunge, head down to the Black River Beach on March 7 to cheer on Team Second Supper! I'm still a little hesitant to leap into the barely-not-freezing waters, but I'm planning on starting a training regimen that will include cold showers and leaping naked into snowbanks afterward. While we at Second Supper generally advise against jumping into the river, the rule of thumb is hereby suspended!

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Democracy Proves...REWARDING!

Nothing says America like rash gambling — err, I mean democracy, which is what made Tuesday night especially exciting for the Second Supper crew. We did our homework on this mayoral primary. Last week we published profiles on all seven candidates for mayor, and previously we had run extended interviews with incumbent Mark Johnsrud and leading challenger Dorothy Lenard. Moreover, we live in the middle of town, have friends around the city, and hear the calls for progressive change. Sure, we’re not those chatterboxes on WIZM, but we thought we could make as good of a predication as anyone else on how the mayors race would fall — which led to a natural development: gambling. We had six takers for the first-annual Second Supper mayoral pool. That was one less than the actual number of candidates on the ballot, but since it only cost a dollar to enter, I figured the other holdouts were just scared to tussle against a professional political prognosticator like myself. We’re big-picture gamblers, so the entrants had to rank all seven candidates on their prospective finish. Originally, I put Lenard at the top of my list, but scratched it in favor of Johnsrud. He had to have some supporters in town, right? Evidently not. When I saw the final vote tally at 8:45 p.m., I was honestly shocked, probability more surprised by these results than any election I had ever observed. Johnsrud, a seemingly capable mayor who presided over a seemingly respectable period of growth, got trounced. Fifth place! Matt Harter, a 24-year-old political novice, got two and a half times as many votes as Johnsrud to finish second. Shows what I know — I picked Harter to finish fourth — but those are just details to be muddied over by historians and daily newspaper reporters (and probably me in a future issue). Right now, I’ve got six bucks to blow! That’s right, I tapped my insider political knowledge to profit from a gambling pool on a public election. Is that ethical? Or legal? Probably not, but go ahead and call the cops on me. I already won another bet later Tuesday night on whether the guy driving the wrong way in front of our office would get arrested for drunk driving. That one was a no-brainer. — Adam Bissen

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I’m writing this column in the same position I’ve written many over the previous three months: feet on desk, laptop on lap, hand stroking beard. It’s an easy posture to get into — and one that I had hardly even noticed before I caught myself tugging at my beard while thinking of a first sentence for this dispatch. Although it may appear cliché, I don’t think I’m trying to look self-consciously wise. When you grow epic facial hair, it just comes with the territory. Yes, friends, I am a beardedAmerican, and proud of it. Had I been a better reporter — or at least the slightest bit anal retentive — I could tell you how long I’ve been sporting this cheek growth, but I think I’ve had it since some time around November. My only frame of reference is that I had a mustache for Halloween, lost it, and can’t remember the last time I shaved. This is probably about the 20th beard I’ve grown in my lifetime — an approximation without deference to 5 o’clock shadows, camping trips, or Ryan Seacrest-ian fashion — so I don’t feel like musing on the hipness or significance of my beard, as other writers have (most of whom live in Brooklyn). It just comes out of my face. This particular beard is noteworthy, however, in that I have never trimmed it once. Sure, I clean up the chin, but my cheeks are as unruly as a class of second graders. This is what I would look like as a northern European hunter-gatherer, just returned to the village — fewer ID checks at the beer barrel, sure, but excepting a certain streak of Neanderthalette, fewer looks from the ladies in the clan. Way more high-fives from the bros, though! And although the onset of spring will bring a shearing of this wildcat beard, I don’t expect that ratio to change any time in the immediate future. Prepare yourself, Coulee Region. It’s mustache time! — Adam Bissen


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By Brett Emerson Chalk Sunday, February 8, as one more night the citizens — and more importantly the bands — of La Crosse missed the boat. Worse still, this boat ride was free. After I climbed the Warehouse stairs, I expected to see the stage room overflowing with musicians from all walks of sound, here to sponge up music knowledge. Around the stage, where a projector screen disclosed Martin Atkins’ career highlights, every cracked vinyl couch and metal chair in the house circled their wagons. On these seats sprawled a crowd of thirty or so musicianerrants, through it was difficult to determine who was here to learn about touring and who was here to see Martin Atkins, bandleader of Pigface, drummer for Public Image Ltd., underground cosmonaut. But regardless of motive, anyone who came to Atkins’ presentation left knowing a new thing or twenty about the music business. Which begs the question: where the fuck were the rest of you? Ahem. The posh-suited being with thick framed specs and scattered straw hair that is Martin Atkins didn’t storm the stage, didn’t kick the air or howl Paul Stanley stage banter at his lounging audience. Instead, he snuck into the crowd’s sight, and with a click of a remote Atkins started a collage of video and bombast documenting his long and storied career. Halfway through, he clicked it away. “I get so tired of looking at myself,” he almost whispered. This introduction dictated the tone of Tour Smart. For the two hours to follow, Atkins fluttered through his material with the swerves that mark all great professors: mild-mannered yet deadly serious, spacey yet keenly aware, lubricating the information with a generous dose of humor and wit. “How many rock stars are out there?” he asked the audience, who shifted uncomfortably in their stage fright seats. A click followed, and the screen reflected fast food hipsteria. “Jimmy John’s is hiring rock stars.” Laughter.The crowd began to loosen. In accord with Atkins’ style, there was a point beneath the joke, and this initial point was that rock stars are as dead as Nietzsche. Downloading has destroyed the old model of the music business, music generating programs like Songsmith shout “Fuck the Band!” and Proctor & Gamble has a record label. Whereas most media creeps conform to the mantra of

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Reviews: Your Guide to Consumption “Think outside the box,” Atkins asks, “Where’s the fucking box?” It’s that old compromise between Heraclitus and Parmenides, that the only constant is change. Back in the '80s blank cassette tapes were vilified as the big evil, the artifact to bring down the corporate music scheme. It didn’t exactly happen that way. The conditions of the business as well as the byroads between musician and audience are always in flux; music — more importantly good music — has always been big enough to adapt. It’s the shitty music that is only as strong as its ad campaign which falls under the wheels. Boo hoo. Atkins’ main strategy in order for a band to avoid the swill heap is simple: “Have a fucking strategy!” This involves being as creatively DIY as possible, learning many marketable skills far beyond the call of day-to-day musicianship in scope, taking responsibility for everything, and planning with the same precision as Chinese tacticians and pro athletes. A band’s attitude must be humble and low-key, taking on small challenges and building these entities into monuments.To illustrate this point, Atkins cited a show from years past involving a band playing to a crowd of 17. The band? U2. Atkins left the show — in his words, “they were crap” — but his point is well made. Throughout the rest of the presentation Atkins offered many kingmaking ideas, all of which are flexible in the face of the greater god, Momentum. A band will waste less gas, spend less money, and play more shows on the east side of the United States, which accounts for 85 percent of major markets. The West Coast, as glamorous as it’s billed to be, has the most expensive gas prices and longer, more dangerous drives. Those would-be stars who slug their way to Hollywood will likely discover — as I can personally attest — that the Whiskey a Go-Go is an overhyped, narcissistic, suck-shit venue. Bands are better off staying closer to home and avoiding jumps into America’s bloated, jaded culture capitals until their names are made. Part of making these names involves merchandising the brand. Despite the omnipresent sellout catcalls which plague and prejudice bands through their lifespans, Atkins mapped out alternatives to impersonal mass marketing. The idea, especially in light of music’s growing profitlessness, is this: merchandise must go above and beyond the usual to connect with an audience and justify the purchase. Thus, the digitization and depersonalization of music has made the role of art in its commerce more vital than ever in creating collector’s items. Atkins illustrated this point with personal artifacts from his career: album packaging made of Chinese propaganda posters, the embossed metal case for PiL’s Metal Box, cut up stage scenery, and scratch n’ sniff. Even T-shirts can be made personalized on the cheap and easy due to the wonders of bleach and screen printing. With enough foresight and a commitment to work far beyond the line of reason, bands stand a definite maybe, kind of, possible chance of success. But Martin Atkins makes a stronger, more probable, occasionally Teutonic promise to all who take the sonic road.You are fucked. If you missed Tour:Smart, one of the best events to hit town in ages, you’re more fucked.

Bibliophile Martin Atkins – Tour:Smart (2007) The Tour:Smart presentation this week was remarkable not only for what it discussed but what it suggested. The two hour program offered the audio-visual aspect of Martin Atkins’ lessons, but it barely skimmed the surface. These lectures are gateway drugs to a larger education, obtainable by plunking down a Jackson and getting the book. This illustrates one of his primary rules of merchandising: create a unique product and connect with an audience. Which he did. While this tour certainly accomplishes this, the Tour:Smart book is much more than a piece of salable product. Simply put, this is one of the best books about the insides of being in a road band ever made. At over 550 pages in length, Tour:Smart is as comprehensive a tome as is likely to be found about the topic. Sources as diverse as musicians, corporate sponsors, doctors, and weiner plasterers contribute a piggybank’s worth of two cents to the compilation. Though the cast is typically culled from rock orbits and not much mention is made of other genres, these ideas are easily applicable to any style of music short of the orchestral. Many are even applicable to other media. Some of the chapters are, if not conven-

tional, expected: proper networking, the effects of various drugs, transportation, dealing with cops, and of course sex. Were it not for the book’s tendency to mix personal anecdotes and horror stories amidst these lessons, the chapters would fall flat onto the usual how-tobe-a-rawk-star dreck. As it stands, these easy ideas, even when they are repeated over and over and drilled into the reader’s skull, are captivating without being exhibitionist or self-glorifying. But the book dares to go further into likely untrammeled territory. How many music business books discuss the glory of Microsoft Excel, list the populations of every American city, and meticulously detail every which way to turn a profit? (And how many music business books have the brass balls to quote Billy Mack from Love, Actually?) Sure, the stories in Tour: Smart will get the immediate attention, but the details and strategies will keep a band alive. The final mixture is a stunning tome that will absorb anyone interested in the music business. In a very unreligious sense, this is a Bible, a total reference for touring musicians with a minimum half-life of decades. If you play music for anyone beyond yourself, this is your book. — Brett Emerson

Bizzaro Masterpiece Theatre Richard Simmons: Sweatin’ to the Oldies This gem arrived at the Second Supper HQ by mistake. Nonetheless, Sweatin’ to the Oldies was prized immediately, placed high atop the office mantle for all to bask in Richard Simmons’ short-shorts magnificence. And for a time, all was well. Still, it wasn’t quite right. Richard Simmons was not meant to live in a cellophane cocoon. His work needed to shine! It was always assumed that Sweatin’ would one day grace these pages, but it took some time to get around to it. But during one of our late-night boozy gatherings, I took action. The DVD descended from its mantle and I removed the disc from its case. A group of us gathered round the television and took in the horrible, horrible beauty of Richard Simmons, Pied Piper of healthy living, leading a multitude off the cliff of good taste. This piece isn’t meant to knock Richard Simmons’ good work, or the people in the film who are trying to get into shape. As far as I can tell, Simmons has his heart in the right place, and his message that it’s important for people to take care of themselves is as important now as it’s ever been. But Simmons himself admits that one of his many faces is that of the jester, attempting to lighten the mood. Though I’ve seen footage of the guy getting weepy because Howard Stern referred to him as “womanly,” Richard Simmons is aware of his campiness and embraces it, which makes this performance all the more awesome.

Following a sweet anti-piracy commercial where Simmons busts his own mom for copying his tapes, the main show kicks in. Richard leads the prance in front of what may be the goofiest, most be-mulleted band ever allowed in front of a camera. As the participants get down in front of the stage, musicians on occasion jump down from the background and rip wicked guitar solos and saxophone medleys alongside Richard. The selection of songs is straight from the squeaky-clean side of the '50s, and for their parts, the sweaters perform some of the twitchiest and most bizarre honky dances I’ve ever seen. When the sweating ends, the fun is far from over. The Special Features kick in immediately and are full of Richard Simmons goodness. The majority of the post-show involves Richard giving Lifetime Network monologues about his parents and finding the courage to help himself. Additional interview fodder is given to Richard’s assistant, a sunken-eyed siren who appears to have genitalia sticking out from one armpit. The gang watches the 20-year-old footage and sings along with severe enthusiasm. It’s a bit creepy, but great. Cheers to Richard Simmons, for making such an important message so hilarious. — Brett Emerson


Reviews: Your Guide to Consumption Java 1888 Bock Leinenkugel Brewing Company The perfect roast This week, I want to move from the specific Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin

Although the new Leinenkugel’s has been out for months, I’d actually been saving this review for a day like yesterday.You might recall it,Tuesday. Remember when it was warm for like a week in a row (30 degrees), all the snow melted, and it was actually pleasant to be outside? Yeah, that’s when I wanted my spring bock. Today, it’s been snowing for like 12 straight hours, and I’m sucking down the same 1888 Bock I had the day before — only it’s not half as good as I remember it.Yeah, this review would probably have been more laudatory had I written it on warm day, but, alas, we got to partying, the 12-pack disappeared, and now I’m drinking a replacement spring beer on a disheartening winter’s night. The thing is, a bock isn’t traditionally a spring beer. It’s supposed to be hearty and warming and robust in the old tradition. Here, Lenenkugel’s just made another weak batch. The 1888 Bock starts off promising with a dark mahogany pour and a thin grey head that dissipates quickly. The aroma is freshly malted with hints of apples and hops that — to me anyway — evokes the smell of spring in the countryside. For being a bock, a languid

brew that traditionally seeps into the Appearance: 7 cheeks, this Leines surprises the tongue Aroma: 6 with crispness. Malts dominate the front- Taste: 6 end of the beer — pale roasted in the Mouthfeel: 5 German tradition — with the slight Drinkability: 7 taste of raisins and brown sugar. It’s not especially bock-like, Total: 31 but the first sips are fresh and interesting. Then the entire beer seems to wash away. Like a lot of recent Leinenkugel’s offerings, the 1888 Bock is thin-bodied, simplistic, overly carbonated, and cloying. Despite a promising beginning, this Leinenkugel’s seems to fade to water, which isn’t especially attractive to a Wisconsinite in February. It’s a noteworthy attempt, I guess, and at least Leines got off its recent fruity beer kick, but lately that Chippewa Falls stalwart appears to be going through the motions. Let’s hope its next new release, an amber ale, will put the brewer back on track. — Adam Bissen


I'm reluctant to second the immense praise Let the Right One In has garnered over the past several months. Both Newsweek and Ain't It Cool News named it the best movie of 2008, for example. Equal parts eerie, tender, and shocking, Let the Right One In perceptibly explores seldom-charted territory within the vampire genre, setting the groundwork for future similar titles to be more complex.The film displays the potential of the horror-romance genre, which, despite this film and the recent Twilight adaptation, remains in its infancy. It may have its heart in the right place, but Let the Right One In succeeds only to a point, leaving you simultaneously mesmerized and unfulfilled. Perhaps Let the Right One In feels somewhat incomplete because its Jack-of-all-trades stature leaves it unable to focus on any one aspect of the story. It's part revenge story, part mystery, part gruesome horror film, and part romance between two confused prepubescents, one of


a Sumatran bean taste like a Costa Rican bean. They have different abilities as coffees; the roaster simply makes a decision about how far to take the roast to make the coffee taste as perfect as possible, which of course is all subjective. If you buy your beans and make coffee yourself, then you are the final person in the chain of command. You decide the grinds-to-water ratio; you decide what kind of machine to use; you decide to use filtered water or not. If you get your coffee from a skilled barista, then you add an additional player. This is where your decision about which coffeehouse to go to becomes critical. A bad barista can mean terrible and dark things for your espresso. A good barista, likewise, can take you beyond your wildest dreams in coffee quality. The techniques involved in making espresso can take a lifetime to perfect and there is no time to delve into that here, but for your own sake, find a barista you love, and tip, tip, tip. — Amber Miller

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nature of reviewing a particular bean, or blend of beans, to the broader nature of coffee as an entity, and more particularly, the nature of making coffee perfectly. Every bean has strengths and weaknesses, and many different people with various roles are involved in the final product. First, the coffee grower selects the type of bean that will excel in the specific microclimate of the farm. Different methods of processing the beans definitely matter too, and then they’re onto the roaster. If you aren’t sure what roasting does for a coffee bean, let me give you a brief synopsis. Coffee beans are small, dull, and green when they are unroasted. The roaster has the power to select certain traits of a bean, like the great master of evolution, natural selection. This person decides which traits to accentuate and which to burn away, all by controlling the degree of roasting. A bean from Costa Rica will taste completely different depending on whether it is roasted light, dark, or somewhere in between. Of course, the roaster can’t simply decide on a trait-by-trait basis what the coffee will taste like. Sticking with the Costa Rica example: these beans have the potential to be very bright, floral, and fruity. If the beans are roasted too darkly, the coffee will not have these characteristics, at least not to the level it would if roasted lightly. Likewise, a roaster can’t make


which is a vampire. Director Tomas Alfredson takes a very methodical approach to telling the story about Oskar, a bullied, friendless boy who finds solace in Eli, the girl next door, an outcast whose own deranged home life mirrors his. That two youngsters experiencing puppy love for the first time might in any way be connected to a series of murders alarming their Swedish town seems absurd and unsettling, but the juxtaposition works to disquieting effect. Can you imagine a movie in which people get their throats ripped out, heads dismembered, and blood drained ultimately being sweet and reassuring? Even though Let the Right One In strikes several unusual chords within the minds of its viewers, its main drawback is pacing. Slowly, over the course of several dialogue-scarce scenes, the film's motifs and themes eventually become accessible. But don't misconstrue such criticism as negative; Let the Right One In is one of the best horror films of the year, not to mention one of the most groundbreaking. Is it the best movie of the year? I say no. I was expecting a lot more, but maybe I'm just an unfortunate victim of the hype. — Nick Cabreza

Oh hi, right now I am listening to a playlist on YouTube. There are several uploaders that have amassed their record collection on that site that I've subscribed to. The particular playlist I am streaming is from a person with the screen name 6robski8 who uploaded a hundred 12" house records from 1988 to 1992, which were basically the glory years of this music. Unless you are a DJ or serious raver, you probably won't recognize the names of the performers. Faceless beat maker producers were par for the course, it's what a particular DJ did with these beats while spinning at rave parties that developed the stars of the game. Breaking down the various genres of electronica music can be overwhelming, but basically, in the mid '80s, techno sprung up in Detroit by upwardly mobile suburban black kids, which inspired urban minority gay clubs in Chicago to start playing a variation of this music known as house, which coincided with garage music coming out of New York. This club scene music crossed the pond and exploded with a mixture of the playground vibe of the wealthy who vacation

in Ibiza (it's sort of a European version of the Hamptons) with a throwback to the new age mysticism of the '60s. 1988 in London was known as the Summer of Love 2, as former drunk soccer hooligans became ecstasy-eating hedonists dancing until the early hours of the morning. This Londonized version of house music culture made it's way back to America in the early '90s as underground parties sprung up in metropolitan areas. I got introduced to this world as a 16-year old teenager in '92, and over the next couple years spent many a weekend night chasing Chicago DJ's around to warehouses in the city or farm fields in the 500 mile radius. The apex of this culture for me was a 1994 May Day festival in the tiny town of Hixton, just north of Black River Falls, in which the Rave New World was celebrated with the Further festival (named after author/LSD pioneer Ken Kesey's magic bus) where Midwest DJs came together and Aphex Twin was flow in from England to spin. Listening to this playlist takes me back to that carefree time in my life. Le sigh. — Shuggypop Jackson

February 19, 2008

Bowling, cont.

Future Sons by Noah Singer

get gunned down at Pla-mor by Walter; turns out that bowling with an alley full of fellow bartenders and servers isn't as high-stress as it is in that particular cult classic. And I knew that even if we didn't come out on top of the league, we were going to have a blast making the most out of our wintry Monday nights. Now, I'm a full-blown Wisconsinite all the way. I love beer. And Brandy Old Fashioneds. I believe cheese makes any dish better and that ordering baked fish at a Fish Fry is simply unacceptable. My grandpa's in a polka band for Christ's sake! This lovely state has four of the five oldest active American Bowling Congresscertified centers, has over 14,000 bowling leagues, and boasts the country's oldest bowling alley clocking in at just over 100 years old (it's in Milwaukee, by the way.) One thing's for sure: I was destined to be a bowler. Though the saying "better late than never" holds true, I can't help but think about what I've been missing all of these years. Bowling is awesome! Picture this: You're at the foot of the lane, ball poised in your dominant hand. You take a few steps forward and release the ball smoothly. With the perfect combination of speed and weight, it glides down the lane in such a way, you know you're going to snag a strike even before the ball makes it halfway to its destination. It's a feeling equivalent to smacking a baseball with the sweet spot of the bat. And the sound of those pins clattering to the ground? Sweet, sweet music. Surprisingly enough, our little rookie team is actually doing better than expected. We're actually decent! But, for us it's not high scores that make bowling fun. It's the fact that we're getting out of the house and doing something different during the chilly months. It's about getting together with the friends you see at work, but never really make time to see outside of the job. Of course, the act of bowling is fun in itself, but it's all of things that accompany the sport that made me look forward to Monday nights: throwing back cans of cold PBR, snacking on deep fried mushrooms, giving endless high fives, and bantering in jest with the other teams. Winter's not over yet, let's be honest. We all know that in the weeks ahead there will be more bone-chilling days and quite possibly another dumpload or two of snow. As much as I can't wait for the upcoming season of camping and cooking out, I still have something to look forward to before then. So if you see me strolling around downtown with a certain sexy bowling bag, know that what's inside won't be a change of clothes and a toothbrush. This time, Lucky Strike will be cozied up inside, right where she belongs.


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Second Supper vol. 9, issue 151


I'm Jonesin' for a Crossword "Double Dip" — it's giving me an ice cream headache.

Answers to Issue 150's "Just Playing"

By Matt Jones Across 1 Crow cry 4 Band that had Joey and Dee Dee 11 Coolers, briefly 14 Sleep unit? 15 Made a pig of oneself 16 2008 Benicio Del Toro title role 17 Wall St. figure 18 Org. of three European countries 19 Last letter of the Hebrew alphabet, similar to the letter T 20 Commercial for a movie about a boxing Aussie hopper? 22 Looseness 23 "___ found out..." 24 More spine-tingling 26 Pitcher Hideo 27 Part of a Bob Barker request 31 Take by force 32 CNN's "Your Money" host Velshi 33 Fall apart 35 "Java, do your impression of skinny pundit Coulter" 38 Assistant in the

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girls" 50 Singer Redding 51 Command for comedian Margaret to sort photocopies? 56 Gun, in some gangsta rap 57 "Once bitten, twice shy," e.g.

58 Tube top 59 He was questioned by Homer about the theoretical product Skittlebrau 60 Reporter Rivera 61 U-turn from WSW 62 ___-IRA

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63 Take the bait? 64 Landscaper's need Down 1 Russian royalty, pre-1917 2 Spray paint propellant 3 "Penny Arcade," for instance 4 "Goodnight Oslo" rocker Hitchcock 5 Say for sure 6 "Tell ___ secrets..." 7 Hydrox rival, now that Hydrox is back on the market 8 Simba's friend, in "The Lion King" 9 Chopin piece 10 1992 Madonna book released in Mylar 11 When Romeo kills Tybalt, in "Romeo and Juliet" 12 Venezuelan president Hugo 13 Like some thunderstorms

21 "Rock and Roll, Hoochie ___" (1974 hit) 22 Eco-friendly 25 Blog entry, maybe 27 Like some g sounds 28 They may be "not guilty" 29 On the ball 30 Part of Fred Flintstone's yell 33 It sounds the same as B 34 Drudge 36 "Champagne Supernova" band 37 What teachers may comment on during the first day of school 40 Figure skater Brian 41 Did some censoring 42 Renewable fuel on some farms 43 Recorded 44 Get ready for a space flight, perhaps 46 Union inits. 48 "___ you!" 49 It gets bent fre-

quently 52 Bar mitzvah dance 53 Track path 54 Hive space 55 Novus ___ seclorum (phrase on the back of a dollar bill) 57 Some AMPAS ratings

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February 19, 2008

COMMUNITY SERVICE [ Area food & drink specials ] LA CROSSE All Star Lanes Arena 4735 Mormon Coulee 109 3rd st.

Alpine Inn Animal W5715 BlissHouse rd. 110 3rd st.

Alumni 620 Gillette st. Beef & Etc.

1203 La Crosse st.

Barrel Inn 2005 West ave. Barrel Inn 2005 West ave. Beef & Etc. 1203 La Crosse st. Brothers Bruisers 306 Pearl st. 620 Cass Big Al’sst. 115 S 3rd st. The Cavalier The Cavalier 114 5th ave.



ALLfor NEW! 3 games $5 starts at 8 p.m. text

3 games for $5 starts Arenaat 8 p.m.

bucket special $2.00 Domestic Silos $2.50 Jack Daniel Mixers $2.00 Goldschlager

Beer Pong $7.00 w/dog 4Italian Cansbeef 8-close meal: $6.69 Pizza Puff meal: $4.49 2 for 1 cans &

bottles during 2 for 1 bottles and cans Packer games during the game 2.25 for mini pitcher

$1 off apps closed Happy Hour All Day 20 wings and 5 of miller lites free pitcher beer $15 large or sodaforwith


114 5th ave.

CheapShots Chances R 318 Pearl st. 417 Jay st.

CheapShots Chuck’s 318 Pearl st. 1101 La Crosse st.

Chuck’s Joe’s Coconut 1101Pearl La Crosse st. 223 st.

Coconut Joe’s Dan’s Place 223 3rd 411

$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, pintmixers, Irish Bud,full $3 calls all apps, $4 Bomb top shelf Car

Buck Night starts at 6 p.m. to 83361

Bud Night 6 - CL: bottles $1$1.75 Domestic Taps $2$5 Craft Import Taps pitchers $2.50 Vodka Mixers $1 Shot Menu $7 22oz tbone 16oz top sirloin 9.75 sutffed sirloin 8 jack daniels tips 8 $1 shots of meatball sandwich Doctor, cherry doctor - 8-cl meal: $6.69 Happy hour 4-6 $1.75 cans, $2 mix drinks 2 Chicago dogs meal:

$5.891/4 barrel

giveaway Buck Burgers 8-11 $1 burgers 1/4 Barrel giveaway during Monday night meatballfootball sandwich

meal: $6.15 2 dogs meal: $ 5.25 Kids Eat$2.50 Free With Blatz vs. Old Style Adult meat orpitchers marinara $3.00 Long Islands spaghetti: $3.45 Italian sausage: $4.95 Martini Ladies' Night Martini Madness James Martini: vodka, triple $2 off all martinis sec, orange juice

712- CL - 7: $1 domestic 12 oz 2-4-1 rails $2 Stoli mixers

Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

$2.50 Select imports/craft Beers $2.50 Top shelf Mixers $2 Mich Golden bottles

3 games for $5 starts at 7 p.m. for specials

Import Ladies drink night free Rails and Domestic starts at 7Light p.m.Tap Beer 9-11pm on the Dance Floor

Happy Hour64-p.m. CL- 9 p.m. M-F $2 $2.50 DomesticSparks Silos $2.50 Premium Silos $2.50 Three Olive Mixers $2. Goldschlager

$1 softshell tacos $1 shots of meal: doctor, Italian beef cherry $6.69 doctor Chicago chili dog: $3.89 Bucket Night 6 beers

for $9meal: Italian beef $6.15 Chicago chili dog: $3.45 Thirsty - $1 Mexi-Night

AUCD Taps and Rails

25 cent hot wings $1 shots of Dr. 25 cent wings Dollar

domestic pitchers barrel parties at cost $4.50 domestic pitchers Pitcher and Pizza $10

shots of Doctor hamburger meal: 8-1 $6 sandgrilled chicken $3.69 wich meal: $5.29 HAPPY HOUR 3 PM - 8 cheeseburger PM meal: Polish sausage meal: 10 cent wings (9 - CL) $3.89 $3.99 Wristband $12-4-1 High Life bottles Burgers Rib Nite $1.50 rail Pitchers mixers$2.60 Tuesday soup orNight salad bar Soft Shellyour Tacos $1.25 make own $2.25 burgers, Kul Light $5 Beer Pong @10 p.m. $2 Guinness pints tacos, $4.75 taco salad cheeseburgers, $2.50 Margaritas Wii Night$2 off FREE with entree or $2.25 margaritas, $2 HAPPY large pizza, $1 fries4 - 7 sandwich until 3 p.m. HOUR ($3.95 by itself) off largeclosed taco pizza with $1 anyDr. pizza for 1 $5 6 - 8 p.m. 6- shots 8 All 2Mojitos $3 Jager Bombs taps $1.50 rails/domestics $1.50 taps

$1.25 beers & rails

$.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

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

127 dr. st. 1128Marina La Crosse

Football Sunday $1.75 domestic JB’s Speakeasy 11-7 happy hour, free The Helm 717 Rose st. food,bottles $1.50 bloody, 1/2

108 3rd st

price pitchers DTB

Second Supper vol. 9, issue 151

bloody marys 11 a.m. - 4 p.m Great drinks!

(increases 50 cents per Great drinks! hour) $1 rails

10 - CL: $1.50 rails Hour 12 - 7

$2.00 Captain Mixers


Happy Hour 12 - 7 cents off most items

$2.00 Malibu, $2.50 Jaeger, $3.00 Jaeger Bombs

$2 Tuesdays, including Wristband All day Everyday: $1 Doctor $2 Silos. off everything but the daily special$2.50 JUMBO CAPTAIN AND buy one get one Domestic $2 bottles, import taps, Night After Class $3 beerMIXERS ('til 6 p.m.) Ladies' Nite out 1.50 Raill $.50 pong, taps Domestic 3.00 beer apps, single FLAVORED BACARDI Guys'closed Nite out 1.50 silos $5 COLLEGE I.D. Pitchers $1.75 Rails Holmen Meat Locker Jerky mixers/ $2.50 X bombs pitchers shot mixers, featured $3.00 JAGER BOMBS Raffle $9 general public shots, and 50 cent taps $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

HAPPY HOURshrimp EVERYDAY 3 - 6 chili chicken burrito verde primavera $1.25 Bucket of Domestic 25 Cent Wings BURGERS Cans 5 for $9.00

9-clNBC Mary night. (Night Bloody Before Class) $3 pitchspecials ers of the beast - 2 4-9 p.m. Happy10 Hour

mojitos $3 bloodys $2 Cherry Bombs $1.50 $1 Bazooka Joes 'til noon

upsidedown cake

football night domestic beer:Pizza $1.50 Homemade Mexican beer: $2.00 & PItcher of Beer

Huck Finn’s Howie's

$6.75 shrimp dinner 50 cent taps 4 - 7

Italian beef meal: $6.15 2 Chicago dog meal: $3.00 Bacardi mixers/ $3.45


chicken & veggie fajitasown Build your for Mary two Bloody 16oz Mug - $4.00

1908 Campbell rd.

$2 Cherry Bombs $1 Bazooka Joes

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

FiestaHollow Mexicana Fox 5200 Mormon Coulee

Gracie’s Gracie’s 1908 Campbell rd.

pepper & egg sandwich meal: $4.50, fish sandwich meal: $4.99, ItalianCaptain sausage meal: $3.00 mixers/ mojitos $6.15 Fish Fry

7 - midnight 7- CL: $2 Malibu madness Guys' Night $2 pineapple $1.25 upsidedown cake

7 - midnight 7- CL: $1 rail mixers $2 Ladies' BacardiNight mixers

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

batterfried cod, fries, Italian beef meal: pepper & egg sandwich beans, and garlic bread $6.69 meal: $5.50$5.00 2 Chicago dog meal: Italian sausage meal: $6.69 $4.50$5.89

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

Cosmic $1 cherryBowl bombs starts at 9 p.m. until midnight

AUCE wings $5.00 free crazy bingo hamburger or cheeseburger buy one cherry meal: bomb $3.89 get one for $1 Italian Beef w/dog meal: 3 p.m.$7.89 - midnight

football $1 night domestic Kul beer: Light $1.50 Mexicancans beer: $2.00

Fox Hollow Goal Post

$2.50happy Bomb Shots hour $2.50 Ketel One Mixers $2 Retro Beers "Your Dad's Beer"


$5 bbq ribs and grilled chicken sandfries wich meal: $5.29 Polish sausage meal: $4.49

chicken$4 & veggie full fajitas pint Irish for Bomb two Car

N3287 County OA


$2 Silos

Fiesta Dan’s Mexicana Place 5200 Mormon Coulee 411 3rd st.

Cosmic & $1 cherryBowl bombs Karaoke starts at until 9 p.m. midnight

Stop in for Value Menu too big to list here

$6.00 AUCD

bucket night 6 for $9



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



$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.


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


GREEK GREEK ALL ALL DAY DAY buy buy one one appetizer appetizer appetizer half price appetizer half price get get one one half half price 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


Area food food & & drink drink specials specials ] COMMUNITY SERVICE [Area LA CROSSE JB’s Speakeasy 717 Rose st.

The Joint 324 Jay st.




Tuesday Wednesday

$1.75 domestic 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


223 Pearl st.





HAPPY HOUR 5 - 7 $1.00 off all Irish shots $2.50 pints of Guinness $3.00 imperial pints

every day $1 shots of Doc

4 - 8 p.m. domestic bottles/rails $1.75



4 - 8 p.m. domestic bottles/rails $1.75



5 - 7 p.m. 2-4-1 happy hour

great drinks!



3264 George st.


Price by Dice

214 Main St


In John's Bar 109 3rd st. N

Ringside 223 Pearl st.


Chef specials daily Mighty Meatball sub $6 CLOSED

3119 State rd.

breakfast buffet $9.95 10 a.m. - 2 p.m.


$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.


Crescent Inn 444 Chestnut st.

WINONA Godfather’s 30 Walnut st.


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

Southwest chicken pita $5


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.

Chicken salad on rye w/ lettuce, tomato, onion $5 $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.


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

$1.50 Bud/Miller Lite/ PBR taps all day $1.75 rails 10 - 1

$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



Tuesday Wednesday

$2 Rolling Rocks $2 domestic beer

8 - CL $1.50 rails $1.75 Bud cans

$1 shots of Dr. $2.50 Polish



Tuesday Wednesday

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

$1.75 light taps and Dr. shots

Fiesta Night 7 - 12 $2 tequila shots $2.50 margaritas

2-4-1 Happy Hour 5 - 10 $2 Capt. mixers $1.75 domestic beer, $1.50 Rails, $1 Pabst cans @ 10 p.m.

$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

Fish Fry $6.95

$2.50 Bacardi Mixers, $3 Long Island Pints 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



$2.50 Captain $2.50 Jager Bombs & Polish

$2 u-call-it (except top shelf)





any jumbo, large, or large 1 topping pizza medium pizza up to 5 $9.99 toppings: $11.99 (get 2nd large for $5)

February 19, 2008


Entertainment Directory 2/19 - 2/25

Thursday, February 19

February 21, continued

Del’s Bar Cheech

The Joint 10:00 Unity the Band The Cellar, UW-La Crosse Trempealeau Hotel Shevy Smith 7:00 Beef Slough Boys Northside Oasis Open Jam with Cody Popcorn Tavern New Grass Revue The Starlite Lounge Kies and Kompanie Nighthawks Dave Orr's open jam Cavalier Lounge Kin Pickin

Just A Roadie Away... 10:00 8:00

Piggy's Blues Lounge 8:00 Phat Cats



Sunday, February 22

Popcorn Tavern 10:00 Som’n Jazz Monday, February 23

Valhalla, UW-La Crosse Gaelic Storm 8:00 Popcorn Tavern Paulie 10:00 Popcorn Tavern The Histronic 10:00 The Joint Brownie's Open Jam 10:00 JB's Porcupine with Sowbelly Wednesday, February 25 Bitchhog and Casanatra 10:00

The Timbers Earthbound

10:00 8:00

Saturday, February 21 The Root Note Tony Zobeck

Howie’s Comedy Night Del’s Bar Kin Pickin’

8:30 10:00

Nighthawks Howard Luedtke and Blue Max open jam

Coconut’s 7:00 Live DJ


Ed's Bar

Thurs., 2/19

Anna Dykhuis and Tony Zobeck


Thurs., 2/19


Draught Haus

Fri., 2/20

Matt Gilsrud

Acoustic Café

Fri, 2/20

The Dharma Bums

Ed's Bar

Fri., 2/20

The Histronic

Draught Haus

Sat., 2/21

Sean Amundsen

Acoustic Café

Sat., 2/21

Madison population



High Noon Saloon

Sun., 2/22

George Thorogood and the Destroyers

Barrymore Theatre

Fri., 2/27

Dark Star Orchestra

Barrymore Theatre

Sat., 2/28

The Big Wu Moon Boot Posse

Orpheum Theatre

Sat., 3/7


Orpheum Theatre

Thurs., 3/12


2 bdrm, apts., 720 Oakland St. next to UW-La Crosse, Off street parking, onsite laundry, uppers with deck & ac $650/month, Lowers $620/month available 6-1-09 call 608-782-RENT (7368)


My Second Home Stoney Ridge Band

Popcorn Tavern 8:00 Brownie's Open Jam


Nighthawk's Proto Melei


JB's Droids Attack with jEHAD and Ed Chicken Second Supper vol. 9, issue10:00 151

Moondawg Trio

5 bdrm. apts., 1414 Pine St. next to UW-La Crosse, Off street parking, onsite laundry, dishwasher, low utilities, Available 6-1-09 or 8-1-09 call 608-782-RENT (7368)

Players 10:00 Karaoke




Popcorn Tavern E3P0

The Freighthouse Costello & Hips


Popcorn Tavern Trempealeau Hotel Johnsmith and Dan Sebranek 7:00 Open Jam with Up and Coming 10:00 The Joint Cheap Charlie Band 6:00 Houghton’s Hootenanny w/ Mike Caucutt 10:00 Friday, February 20 Del’s Open jam with Chubba 10:00 Nighthawk's Brownie 10:00 Tuesday, February 24

Animal House Mark Joseph Project and Deploi

Winona population


The Timbers 10:00 Scott Polito 5:00


Got a show? Let us know! We'll put it in, yo.

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Downtown La crosse, above fayzes - 782-6622

top shots joke of the week What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over?

Doughnuts Good People, Good Drinks, Good Times $2.00 - 1 Player, $3.00 - 2 Players 50 cents Off Drinks, $1 Off Pitchers

$1.75 - Light Taps $1.75 DR. Shots

Saturday 19

$1.50 Bud/Miller Lite $2.00 Domestics 7-12pm & PBR Taps $2.50


Skyy/Abs. Mixers 10-1AM

$2.00 Dr. Drinks

$2.75 Deluxe Bloody Marys ‘til 7:00 PM $5.00 Light Pitchers 7:00PM - Midnight February 19, 2008

La Crosse’s Largest Sports Bar Get Ready s s e n d a M h c For Mar

Free Hoop Thursdays: Make Your Shot and Your Meals On Us

223 Pearl St - Downtown La Crosse/782-9192

Friday February 20

rettes Hang With The Jage From 11 to 1AM ring $2 Jager Shots Featu

! y t r a P s a r G i ard Saturday February 21


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Second Supper vol. 9, issue 151


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