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We’re back! Has it been a week already? It seems like only yesterday we were stuffing our faces and making awkward small talk with our extended family. What pageantry. What timeless tradition. What a great excuse to put off schoolwork. We’ve appreciated our time away from UW-Milwaukee, and while we can’t really say we’re thrilled to be back, we are excited that another break is just a few weeks away, even though it’s painfully obvious life is going get worse before it gets better. So before we get down to business for the semester’s homestretch, we’d like to use our last bit of free time to say a few thank-yous. First off, thanks to everyone who sent in fiction and artwork for this year’s
Harvest Issue. Creative expression is such a highly personal process, and it’s always a little scary exhibiting work in a public forum. Thank you for taking the risk. We sincerely enjoyed reviewing your submissions, and we hope the experience is rewarding for you. In addition to helping us meet the ceaseless demands for content, the quality of the Post has been enhanced by your talents. Everyone’s a critic, but very few people are published artists or writers. Congrats. Similarly, thanks to everyone who contributed to stories, either by providing information or consenting to interviews. News articles are only as good as their sources. We endeavor to make everything we publish as accurate as possible, and we really appreciate all
those who’ve taken the time to help set the record straight. In the same vein, thanks to everyone who commented on articles. We appreciate any feedback, be it laudatory or critical. Honest assessments make us better writers and, by extension, make the Post a better read. We’ve never claimed to be the final word on any topic. More than anything else, we want to start conversations. Often we judge the success of a story based on the number of responses it generates. Whether you’ve blessed us or damned us, we’re happy to have heard. A big thanks to our advertisers, who make all this possible. You guys are the best. Though we’re mere students, we never lose sight of our professional
obligations. Our advertising staff strives daily to see that we honor our commitment to the fullest. We’re privileged by your continued patronage. Finally, we’d like to express our deepest appreciation to readers of the Post. Really, we can’t thank you enough. We bust our ass trying to be informative and entertaining, hoping like hell somebody hears the tree falling in the woods. It means the world to us that when people notice. With all the media outlets that exist today, it’s tremendously rewarding to have an audience out there that cares about what goes on at UWM and what we have to say about it. News doesn’t get any better than that.
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“Building community one drink at a time” Riverwest Public House Cooperative celebrates the spirit of the neighborhood By Kevin Kaber Assistant Fringe Editor fringe@uwmpost.com
The "for the people, by the people" attitude of the Riverwest Public House Cooperative is felt throughout the member-owned bar. Post photo by Sierra Riesberg
When entering Milwaukee’s melting pot neighborhood, Riverwest, from the Locust Street Bridge, you’ll likely pass a curious statue in Gordon Park, a makeshift Occupy Riverwest tent city and a number of bars within the first few blocks. But aside from Linneman’s, Klinger’s and Tracks, one bar illusively and uniquely stands out: the Riverwest Public House Cooperative. At first glance, the establishment may look like an ordinary bar in an interesting community – dimly lit, with posters slapped on the walls and windows (many of which are for efforts recalling Gov. Scott Walker, others include Black Panther memorabilia and local bands) and a large stage in back awaiting its next performer. Unlike neighboring taverns, however, many of the Public House’s patrons actually own the institution. “The co-op spirit is what makes us different,” said Elena Pires, Vice President of the Public House’s Board of Directors, who had a chance to speak with the Post on a quiet Wednesday before the Public House’s very first Lone Wolf Open Mic Night. By definition, a cooperative is a business model by which a number of people own and operate a particular business. Prospective members can purchase either a yearly or lifetime membership for $40 or $200, respectively. Pires claims that the number of yearly memberships rise slightly every day, and the Public House is now nearing their first 100 lifetime members, of whom each will receive a custom-made stein to be displayed behind the bar and used only by the respective member. “The number one important benefit of being a member is that you are an owner of
the summer we wrote a lot and drank a lot (beginning with a line from Allen Tate) By Bethany Price
where we went in the boat was a long bay next to a short country, stocked with salt worshippers and pepper haired dancers. I was a fan of the exotic, then. you three were an orgy seated/standing next to me. I tried to distract myself with humid death, striking at random while I smoked a cigarette. sex cut through the air impressive and mysterious. I gorged on cheese. I prayed for arthritis so I wouldn’t have to be involved in the shapes that you made, my friends. I chewed sand, took myself near death with thirst, lusting at the water beside us. I crafted means to keep us warm since shared vision wasn’t enough anymore. it was a scarf, long full and imperfect, curving at one end while flattening at the other. I knit steel into it so we could never leave the boat. we will die together too, I insisted with my fingers, aching. we will procreate and de-create wrapped together in this exhausted pornography.
the business,” Pires said. “You have a vote for the board of directors, and you also have a vote at the annual meeting.” In addition, other votes are for any potentially large decisions, such as changes to the Public House’s bylaws or large financial decisions. Being a bar, members also have the benefit of discounts on drinks and invitations to members-only events. The idea for the Public House was thrown around by members of the Riverwest Co-op and Café, who initially wanted to “start an institution to help people build co-ops,” Pires said. To make money for this institution, “the decision was to first make a bar cooperative to fuel this organization, which the informal name is the Riverwest Cooperative Alliance, although it hasn’t been incorporated yet. [The Public House] was essentially started for the sole purpose of providing funding and support to a future umbrella cooperative group, so that anyone in the neighborhood or the larger city could start growing co-ops.” Some of the first official meetings about the formation of the Public House started in the spring of 2010 at another Riverwest staple, the Uptowner. Though the initial meetings were small, the group of pro-cooperatives grew primarily through word of mouth. “We incorporated as a cooperative in October of 2010,” Pires said. “We spent the next few months getting our affairs in order – paperwork and raising money selling memberships – so that we could pay for the space.” The Riverwest Public House opened in March 2011, in the building formerly home to Saylece’s, a now-defunct bar and eatery that was owned by a real estate investor in Wauwatosa for less than two years. It is one of two bar co-ops in the nation (the other being in Austin, Texas), though Pires playfully boasts that “we’re
really the first, because they’re a brew-pub, and we’re the first bar.” While many cooperatives are volunteer based or not-for-profit, the Public House is a for-profit business, though that doesn’t necessitate the slightest bit of greed. “We are specifically devoted to bettering the community,” Piers said. “All our profits are designated to helping other co-ops. This place is never going to be owned by someone who lives 30 miles away, [a place] where neighborhood people spend their money here and then see that money go away.” Not even a year after the Public House’s opening, it’s in a great position to grow and evolve while receiving praise from the neighborhood’s diverse community. Members and non-members alike can enjoy a multitude of events, such as a debate series with a range of playful topics (life starts at conception versus life starts at age 40), spelling bees (with profits going to the Holton Youth and Family Center), trivia nights and potlucks, among others. “It was really the spirit of this neighborhood that even allowed this place to open,” Pires said. “This is a very cooperative-friendly neighborhood and one that recognizes the value of co-ops. They help create stronger communities, because by their nature, people are involved and have a say.” Certainly, the Riverwest Public House Cooperative has, in its short existence, played an important role in the community and its owners have paved the way for more co-ops to be established. When asked if the Public House has played true to its slogan, “Building community one drink at a time,” Pires explained that it allows patrons and members alike to learn from one another and build new friendships, but ultimately claims with exuberance: “Absolutely.”
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Oranges By Roxanne Nickolie
My tenth grade science teacher once told me “You know oranges aren’t really orange. When they’re ripe, they should be green but manufacturers inject them with orange —to make them more appealing.” On Mondays I sit in the cafeteria at sunset, one hieroglyphic eye illuminated in the light. Each day the sun sets a little sooner. When I first came I didn’t even actually see it go down, only grow deeper, mining yellow out of the sky. Nowadays I have to hurry to not miss it. Today it was 5:35 when I saw it disappear behind turrets and people’s roofs. Each day the sun sets one minute earlier. Today I bought an orange. It’s important to have sunlight when you eat oranges. It’s the only way to catch the oil leaving the rind, bursting in hysterics. Soon I will not have any sunlight. The sun will set at four. I’ll still be roused to eat oranges, but only to prod my inner gloaming.
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Vegan food and honky-tonk liven up the Falcon Bowl By Adam Milich
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The Riverwest Co-op and Café celebrated its 10-year anniversary on Nov. 14. The celebration was held across the street from the Co-op at the Falcon Bowl bar, an often-used meeting place for members. Co-op members served a vegan dinner, consisting of pumpkin and tofu stuffed shells with marinara sauce, Caesar salad with homemade croutons, crostini with red pepper or olive tapenade and Tuscan white bean soup. Homemade vanilla chai cake and various pies were served for desert. The Western Starlanders, a four man honkytonk band, accompanied the dinner with a spirited live performance. The co-op also kicked off fundraising for a walk-in cooler for the grocery store with a silent auction of items from local businesses. Located in the heart of the Riverwest neighborhood near Bremen Café and St. Casimir School and Parish, the Riverwest Co-Op features local and organic produce, a wide selection of vegan and vegetarian groceries, health and beauty supplies, publications, child care products and much more. “The co-op acts as kind of a neighborhood hub,” Riverwest Coop Vice President Erin Christman said. “A lot of UWM students live in the neighborhood, and the co-op is somewhere they, and everyone else, can get affordable healthy food. The café is one of the few places in the area that serves vegan food as well.” The co-op began in the fall of 1998 with eight organizers who formed a steering committee for the co-op.
The Riverwest community was in a state of deterioration, and the organizers viewed the co-op as an agent of revitalization for the neighborhood. It took $67,000 to get the new co-op started, and the store officially opened for business on November 3, 2001. The former Schlitz tied house, built in 1904, was chosen as the site for the coop. Ten years later, the Riverwest Co-Op has grown to over 1,300 members, with 60 active volunteers, and has become a staple of the Riverwest Community. The café was added in 2004. “I heard an anecdote about the police giving someone a tour of Riverwest several years ago,” Christman said. “Apparently, when they passed the co-op, the officer giving the tour said something to the effect of ‘places like these are what keep a neighborhood safe.’” The Riverwest Co-op is completely run by volunteers and utilizes democratic membership control. The co-op is much more than a grocery store, though. They provide education, information and training to the community. They also help out with local events, such as the Riverwest 24, an annual summertime bike race. The co-op’s main mission, however, is to provide the community with access to great food. UW-Milwaukee student Andrew Walls said he prefers the Riverwest Coop over a chain store. “At the end of the day, I feel much better spending my money at the co-op,” Walls said. “They care about supplying local, organic food, which is more ethical, because it’s better for my health and the health of the environment.”
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Interview with an Alderman Nik Kovac talks about recent challenges facing his district
By John Parnon Assistant News Editor news@uwmpost.com
Nik Kovac, a resident of Riverwest, has a degree in mathematics from Harvard University. He spent time as a reporter and, later, an editor in New York City. Kovac has even worked for the Shepherd Express and Riverwest Currents here in Milwaukee. But today, Kovac is helping make decisions at the local level as the Alderman for the 3rd District of Milwaukee, which covers Riverwest, the East Side, Brady Street and parts of downtown. Kovac sat down with the Post to talk about having both a city and a school in his district, as well as what the state budget cuts could mean for the people of the 3rd District. UWM Post: On a day-to-day basis, what does your job entail? Nik Kovac: A lot of my time is taken up by the budget, but that is just two months out of the 12 months, not to lose focus. In some cases, divisions of departments, like the Department of Public Works comes forward and gives us the details of how it works. Now the other 10 months of the year, we are taking service requests from constituents that influence the kind of questions we ask departments and the kind of decisions we have to make. We start with how to prioritize and how to pay for things. You get complaints that your taxes are too high, and you get complaints that your services are low. To be honest, there is not a lot of flexibility in the tax rate these days, so the question is which service to prioritize. Post: So there’s not a lot of flexibility with… NK: What I mean is… in general, there was always a restraint on… there’s a political restraint that nobody wants to
raise taxes. There’s also a literal restraint the state always had, and now those restraints are even tighter under this governor on limits of what you can raise versus last year. I think last year our limit was roughly .75 percent, and we ended up using .5 percent. Post: Is making these decisions especially challenging this year with the state budget cuts? NK: It’s especially challenging for the school board and for the county. They took the brunt of the hits. We were cut about $15 million, but it is true that the “tools” the governor gave us, and give is a strong word, we essentially balanced this budget by asking all employees including ourselves, of course asking is not the right word but, by demanding all employees to pay a higher amount of their healthcare premiums and we also changed the whole healthcare package. We were able to save about $23 million on the healthcare side, and we were cut $13 million. On the one hand, you say, ‘Well, you’re $10 million ahead’… well, sort of. The $13 million doesn’t really tell the whole story because the $13 million is in real dollars, not inflation adjusted. This is not a critique of Walker exclusively. This is a critique of Doyle and Thompson before, and within the last 10 years, we have been cut in inflationadjusted dollars $80 million a year. I don’t know how closely people understand where their tax dollars actually go locally. There is a federal income tax that goes to the federal government. Some of it comes back in the form of grants, but in the state and local way, your money is divided very differently. The sales tax, almost all of it goes to the state. Some goes to the stadium and a few things, but most of it goes straight to Madison. You have a federal income tax and a state income tax that goes to Madison. It’s a 90-year-old agreement that has been
worked out where Madison takes it all and gives it back out in some proportion. The “tools” the governor gave us weren’t game-changers. He cut us by a similar amount that he gave us the discretion to do with by what we are able to save. The problem is still there. The principal of employee’s ability to bargain is destroyed. Money is being taken from them. Which we did, governor gave us permission to do it and we did it. We did some things beyond what we were required to do. But it’s a one-timer. We have a structural problem. I guess the direction we are going in… we could just keep taking more and more until we no longer offer health benefits. And then who is going to work for the city? Post: But those pension benefits are part of the structural problem? NK: It is, but the irony is that what the governor mandated, the 5.5 percent, we already required of our employees 18 months ago. The Milwaukee pension is uniquely well funded, because it has been uniquely responsibly managed, and there are some unique legal protections that came about from the global pension settlement. The law the governor passed requiring us to take the 5.5 percent we can’t do legally. He’s told us we have to do something that we legally can’t do. We got two outside opinions, and both said, ‘If you do this, you will be sued and you will lose the lawsuit. You will not only have to give the 5.5 percent back, you’ll also have to pay damages.’ Post: What changes would you like to see structurally? NK: Well the one thing in the state budget that has gone up without restraint, if you look at the various categories of the state budget, everything has either been slashed or revenue has gone way done. One thing that has gone up, up, up is the prison budget. There’s a lot of money there. He made it this moral issue about
non-violent release. He ends early release but doesn’t budget any money for it. If you end early release, well, prisons are expensive, and you’ve just increased your costs. But you won’t see that for a few years. He slipped that in and claimed he’s balanced the budget. Post: How did you get to be Alderman? NK: Well, I was a journalist for a while, up in New York. I was up there for a while, then I moved back to Milwaukee. In New York, I covered most of Brooklyn and all of Queens. I didn’t go to school for journalism. I got a math degree. I mean, I wrote a few articles for the college paper – I wrote three articles – but I pretty much just started on the ground floor writing stories for the community paper, and I just thought I could do better than the people I was covering. Post: Have you ever run for any other positions? NK: This is the only position I’ve ever run for. Post: Any hopes of moving beyond Alderman? NK: Not in this next election cycle, I’m running for re-election. Post: Why the 3rd district? NK: I took 20 credits at UWM while I was at Riverside High School. It’s the neighborhood I grew up in. Obviously, I traveled a little bit – I went to New York, went to school in Boston – but Milwaukee really is the best corner of the world. Lake Park and the Milwaukee River and everything in between and on either side, both in terms of the natural scenery and the wilderness trails, the urban scale, the mixture of creativity, education levels. Post: Is it challenging having the university as part of your district? NK: There are a lot of plus sides, and there are some intense challenges. The administration can be frustrating at times, to be blunt. I like the new chancellor, a fantastic guy and a
welcome addition, and I’m expecting the negotiations to improve as we go. In the last 10 years, UWM has changed drastically. It went from 20,000 to 30,000 students, and almost all of them came from outside Milwaukee. We became a legitimate rival to Madison. UWM used to be considered a commuter college, and most Wisconsin residents have to think about ‘Do I want to pick Madison or Milwaukee?’ And I hope more people start choosing Milwaukee. Madison is a great place. I’m not hoping they don’t stay successful, but I’d rather be more successful. I’d rather be the premiere university in the state. Part of the reason UWM is able to rival Madison is because the neighborhoods are so great. People want to live here – not just families, not just professionals, but even students are like ‘I wouldn’t mind living there.’ Post: What are some negatives to living in a student-centric neighborhood? NK: Have you been out on a Thursday night at 11 p.m.? Do I need to explain it, or do you know what’s going on? On the one end, we don’t want to be complete prudes, we all… everybody in the neighborhood was 18 once. We understand people want to have a good time. We aren’t asking the police to arbitrarily enforce all laws. What I mean, underage drinking, in and of itself, is not a big deal. Marijuana use, not a big deal, if it is private, and it is not being done in the public sphere, and there is not violent, anti-social obnoxious behavior associated with it. But on certain blocks, if it becomes only student renters, that is bad news for everybody, including student renters. It’s been difficult to get the administration to really own that. Things have changed on the city blocks near the university. We need UWM to be a stronger partner in working with neighbors and city government.
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Hearty dishes in a wholesome community
The Post speaks with centro cafe’s owner, Peggy Karpfinger, involved Riverwest citizen By Kevin Kaber Assistant Fringe Editor fringe@uwmpost.com
Nestled quietly on Riverwest’s Center Street, centro cafe might be one of the neighborhood’s most unique and distinctive restaurants. Most of the elegant and small dining room can be seen through its building-wide windowed façade. The restaurant is typically packed during business hours – which extend Monday through Saturday from only 5 p.m. to either 9 or 10 p.m., depending on the day – all likely due to the large portions of sensational Italian dishes, a vast selection of sophisticated wines and an exceptionally friendly and diverse staff. Centro owes its success to the husband and wife team of Patrick Moore and Peggy Karpfinger. “My brother-in-law is a restaurateur in Chicago,” Karpfinger said. “He had a restaurant in Lincoln Park, and my husband, Pat, always thought it would be a great restaurant to have in Milwaukee.” The couple acquired the storefront property near the corner of East Center
Street and North Fratney Street years ago, which at the time, served a much different purpose. “When we purchased it,” Karpfinger recalls, “it was being rented out as an artists’ studio. So a lot of times we’ll have people come into the restaurant and say, ‘Oh, I used to live in this space.’” After several years of renovations, the property was fully transformed into a chic dining atmosphere, seemingly plucked from a ritzy downtown district. Yet centro cafe was largely staffed by members of the neighborhood. The restaurant’s original chef came over from the Riverwest Co-op and helped develop a fruitful menu. By placing a help wanted sign in the window, the husband and wife attracted the neighborhood’s attention. “A lot of our servers ended up being from the neighborhood, and a few of them are still with us,” Karpfinger said. “To this day, I’d say about half of our staff is from Riverwest.” Since opening in June of 2009, centro’s marble tables have been filled with homemade Italian dishes, which are made with local ingredients whenever possible. Centro has even begun hosting
neighborhood events, such as the soldout Harvest Dinner and cooking classes led by the café’s lead chef, A.J. Dixon. But Moore and Karpfinger haven’t stopped at only serving food to the neighborhood they’ve lived in for 10 years. The couple owns several other properties in the neighborhood besides centro cafe, many of which serve as housing for college students. Directly next door to the restaurant, Karpfinger utilizes an office space for her landscape design business. “I’ve helped design the Beerline Trail, a bike path through Riverwest,” Karpfinger said. She also helped launch a neighborhood bench project last summer, designing the benches that are now seen all over the area. And, not surprisingly, the heavily involved Karpfinger serves as a board member of the Riverwest Neighborhood Association. But overall, Karpfinger and her husband “ just want to be good neighbors,” she said. “We want to help promote good businesses on Center Street and really try to develop Center Street into more of a vibrant business district.”
The modest storefront facade of centro cafe invites passerbys to peak inside an unusually chic Riverwest eatery. Post photo by Sierra Riesberg
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the wind today By Roxanne Nickolie
the wind today is a charm, especially for november. it’s strong the way the wind is going down a water slide on an inner tube with your dad in the back, but you didn’t know the heavier the back is the faster you’ll go, and the water is surging up your nose like chlorine bullets with intent, and you cry at the end not because you’re sad but because you’ve got ten thousand fiery nosepricks up your honker. but today isn’t a crying or a noseprick day. today is golden, and the wind carries the smell of french toast all the way down kenwood. I think of the man who tends his greens in that lush gardened house with his delicate wife. his daughter has returned and he’s fixing her favorite breakfast. my apartment smells like slightly burnt tater tots, which is also reminiscent of my father.
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The Singer By Ryan Livington
Liam wasn’t a sleeper. That’s not to say he’d never been. He slept soundly as a child; played hard and slept soundly. His world was at peace. It wasn’t until he was older and his world expanded that he began to take long walks at night to nowhere in particular. Doctors had attributed his insomnia to poor diet –Liam wasn’t an eater, either – or lack of exercise, but Liam knew better. After all, who knew Liam better than Liam? But this was also his problem – no one really knew Liam. Where as a child he was loud and unreserved, he was now shrewd and withdrawn. Liam was a thinker, and in his late-night musings he had pinpointed exactly where he’d become so taciturn. It was in the summer, years ago when he was young. Late summer, he thought. He wasn’t sure just how old he’d been, but he knew he couldn’t have been near being a teenager yet; he figured it must have been ten or eleven years ago. The only other boy in the neighborhood, and his best friend at the time, Karl, was several years older than Liam and telling Liam something he himself had learned only recently. “Yeah, you see what they’d do is they got ‘em in a big group sort of, and they told ‘em they had to shower, all together in a big room, girls and boys together and all, and when they were all in the shower waiting, instead of water coming out, this gas stuff would come out and kill ‘em all. Or some they’d even cook in these big ovens, like pizzas.” After that, the naivety and innocence of Liam’s childhood decayed and then was gone. He had become aware, and his world had expanded. He couldn’t associate with other kids anymore, gay and carefree. He looked at them and was hurt, because he knew one day they’d become aware. And they did. But they all moved past it, continued living as before. Liam could not, and in his awareness and his isolation Liam began to loathe his race, more and more until he was all alone in his great, big world. Then he stopped sleeping.
This particular night was a brisk one, and Liam flipped his coat collar up. The Christmas snow remained, but was no longer the pure and festive blanket it fell as, having since grayed with the city’s filth. Choirs of drunks stumbled out of bars and down the sidewalks, urging the occasional stranger to have a “happy birthday” before continuing their crooked march. Down the block, Liam saw one such drunken man walking in his direction. The man cheered and yelled at a passing couple, and the couple was infected by his mirth and took up the cheer. Seeing the converging of his and the drunken man’s paths, Liam looked vacantly at his watch, and then at a nearby street sign, before focusing on an adjacent building and crossing the street. Liam knew the man was drunk and wouldn’t have noticed the inherent rudeness of the gesture, but to Liam the niceties must be observed. Besides, crossing paths with a stranger in an otherwise empty lane made Liam anxious and self-conscious. The man stumbled past harmlessly. Liam continued on, past the darkened storefronts and display windows. Soon the line of buildings ended, and the sidewalk’s border became a low wrought iron gate, separating this street from the city’s park. The park was typical, a few lightly rolling green acres. At night it was lit rather ineffectually by a couple dozen tall lamps, leaving a foreboding shadow on most of the park. Still, the night’s stars were light enough and a walk through the park appealed to Liam right then. His thought was interrupted by a brightness approaching slowly from behind, and he turned to see it was the headlights of a police cruiser. The officer pulled alongside Liam and rolled down his window. “Liam! How are ya?” he said. “Hey. I’m fine,” Liam said. “Little cold to be walking tonight, ain’t it?” “I guess.” “What’s that you’re holding?” “Book.” The officer waited briefly, expecting more. Seeing no more
coming, he added, “Stay out of trouble,” and drove away. Police cars used to pull up next to him nearly every night as he walked. Liam liked to blame his dark features or the cops’ boredom, but in truth there was something suspicious about a young man shuffling listlessly through the night. After subsequent run-ins, however, they began to recognize Liam, and because he kept to himself and didn’t seem to cause any trouble, they left him alone mostly, only keeping a casual watch if they happened on him. They needn’t be worried, however; Liam was no criminal. He simply walked and thought. He pondered, turned over, observed. His mind was slippery; he would balance precariously on the precipice of one thought only to slide into the grip of several more. He thought about the phenomena of death and what comes after, thought about the prospects of sin and salvation. He considered his mother, whom he loved but couldn’t talk to, so disparate were they. The background noise of his mind occurred as lengthy, eloquent discussions between conflicted parts of himself, or between himself and some hypothetical listener. There were occasions that he felt the beauty in the things he saw, but it was yet a kind of objective beauty. The fiery manes of autumn trees were lovely, he thought, but none of their loveliness was for him. Likewise with the street musicians, the cultural murals, the regiments of ducklings - they were pleasurestudies, distant aesthetic moments of half-feeling. Liam experienced the deepest reserves of these pleasures without ever knowing their emotional foundations. The park had somehow lost its appeal during the conversation, and so Liam continued down the street, ignoring the park’s entrance lane as he passed it. He turned the corner at the next intersection and kept on. Finally, he saw the lighted neon sign hanging over Tony’s Irish Bar, a frequent haunt of Liam’s nighttime walks. Tony wasn’t Irish. He was in fact Italian, and moreover nothing about the bar
distinguished it as Irish, save its name, but the absurdity of this must never have occurred to Tony. Maybe that’s why Liam liked it so much. Liam went in and sat in a wooden booth in the corner. In fact, most of the bar was made of wood; it looked like a saloon out of antiquity. High, wooden beams on the boarded, wooden floor supported a wooden ceiling. There was a long countertop of polished wood that played host to several padded, wooden stools. Wooden booths with high backs bordered the walls. Liam entertained the idea of a termite assault but was interrupted by a voice, a sweet voice. “Can I get you anything?” Liam looked to its source. It was a girl he didn’t recognize, he assumed a new employee. She was older than he but not much. A common sort of pretty characterized her features. Striking, though, were her eyes; a sort of exotic, jade green that made him think of dragons and the Orient. A moment passed in this analysis, and finally Liam said, “No, thank you.” Liam wasn’t quite of age; in fact, he didn’t even like alcohol. But the bars were open and the cafes were not. The girl presented a confused look, but quickly collected herself, smiled. “Okay, well let me know.” She walked away. Soon Liam saw her up at the bar, speaking with Tony. They glanced in his direction, and Liam quickly looked away, feigning fascination in the odd sports memorabilia and brewery signs haphazardly adorning the walls. After a few seconds, Liam chanced a look back at the bar, but Tony and the girl’s conversation was apparently over, they were both back at work. Liam guessed they had been talking about him. She probably told Tony about the “strange guy in the corner, not ordering anything.” Liam was okay with this. He knew Tony would explain to her that Liam was essentially a usual there, even if he never ordered much, maybe water or French fries. He would tell her how Liam was quiet, basically polite, and didn’t cause trouble or leave a mess. He only sat in the corner booth, usually reading. Like the police, Tony left Liam alone because Liam left
him alone. Liam put these thoughts out of his mind, and opened his book, began to read. Had I Heaven’s embroidered cloths; Enwrought with golden and silver light... He became sharply aware of the bar’s radio, cooing infernally, You are my sunshine, my only sunshine… He tried to focus. He was easily distracted as he read. Finally, I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. Liam lost his concentration not a moment later, when he heard the sweet voice again. “Good book?” The girl was standing beside the booth like before. “Yeah,” Liam said. For all the grandiloquence of his inner discussions, he was in reality an awkward conversationalist. He felt unequal to her jade stare. A moment passed, then, “I like your coat,” she said. She said the right thing. A strange paradox existed within Liam. He cared little for the company of other people but valued their opinions of him all the same, perhaps even more than was normal, and that meant dressing nice. The coat in question, a thick, wootl coat, was a recent purchase, and he was proud of it. He smiled and thanked her. “Are you new here? In the bar, I mean.” he said. “No, I just don’t usually work nights like this,” she said. Liam had never been in the bar during the day. A moment passed, but Liam felt oddly at ease; it was a comfortable silence. Finally she smiled and said, “Well, I gotta get back to work.” She left. Liam watched her go, and he smiled. He lingered a moment longer, glanced around. Then he rose and left the bar, wishing the girl and Tony a good night on his way out. Tony looked slightly surprised but they both returned the farewell. Out on the street, Liam continued walking. He recalled something from his childhood about two foxes bounding in a meadow; he smiled. He started to sing flatly into the night, Please don’t take my sunshine away…
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A little gobble goes a long way Men’s basketball teams up with TKE in food drive By Jeremy Lubus Sports Editor sports@uwmpost.com
The UW-Milwaukee men’s basketball team is off to an impressive start this season, despite playing without arguably its best player, Tony Meier. This season’s team is comprised of many different backgrounds and ages, but what unites these young men is basketball. Sometimes, however, life is bigger than basketball, and that is what the team learns on a daily basis under the direction of coach Rob Jeter. UWM’s Tau Kappa Epsilon fraternity holds a yearly food drive, “Gobble for Groceries,” which benefits the Hunger Task Force. You may have seen them outside of 3321 N. Oakland Ave., where TKE’s fraternity house is located, dressed up as a turkey or some other form of eye-catching apparel. “Gobble for Groceries” has been continually successful. In 2010, the
fraternity collected 1,000 pounds of food. TKE, which has been on the UWM campus since 1958, hoped for even bigger achievements this year. Midway through their weeklong food drive last week, the fraternity had already collected 500 pounds of food. Much of TKE’s triumph can be accredited to tireless dancing on the sidewalk by their house for donations, but the fraternity also reached out to local sponsors to help get the message out, including UWM’s men’s basketball team. The team was more than happy to pitch in. “They approached us, and we were more than honored to help out,” Jeter said. “It was for such a good cause, and many of the guys were there.” Jeter won the Horizon League’s Coach of the Year award last season for helping to guide the Panthers to an impressive run to the conference title game, falling just one game
short of the National Collegiate Athletic Association tournament. Jeter has been more than a coach to these young men, and events like this help drive home his message to his players about becoming a wellrounded individual. “I talk to the guys all the time about how life is so much more than just basketball,” Jeter said. “It’s events like this that really help them realize that and grow as individuals.” Meier, who has been sidelined with a leg injury, is a standout in the classroom posting an impressive 3.638 grade point average. Despite his injury, the senior dressed up with the members of TKE to help draw attention to “Gobble for Groceries.” Junior Lonnie Boga, who has also been sidelined with an injury, took part and enjoyed the event. “It was a great time,” said Boga, whose younger brother Shaquille also took part. “We just had a great time being able to help out for such a good cause.”
Members of the TKE Fraternity on Oakland Ave during their Gobbles for Groceries food drive. Post photo by Sierra Riesberg
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“I sat as close to Joe Pass for three hours [at the Jazz Gallery] as one stands upon the ground. I had always been shy of heights. After his performance, I knew to skydive.” – Martin Jack Rosenblum, UWMilwaukee music historian An anecdote like that sounds sensational today, but during Milwaukee’s golden age of jazz, anchored by The Jazz Gallery for many years, such a reaction would not be uncommon. Over the last few months, the venue has run parallel to an ongoing revitalization of the city’s jazz community, part of which the nonprofit organization Milwaukee Jazz Vision holds responsibility for. Mark Lawson, who knows the gallery’s original owner, Chuck Lapaglia, is part of the Riverwest Artists Association, the nonprofit group who purchased the building, located at 926 E. Center St., back in 2008 after years of exploring options. In his view, The Jazz Gallery is not the institution it used to be, but that has less to do with popular taste than economics and changing times. “The main difference between what the experience used to be and what it is now,” Lawson said, “is that [Chuck] was running a business then. Now it’s more of a community space.” Lapaglia’s venue did well for a long time, from roughly the late ‘60s
through the mid-‘80s, though it’s unclear as to why he originally closed the gallery, according to Lawson. What followed the gallery explains the checkerboard f looring and neon signs from the bar next door, a remnant from the gallery’s days as a failed rock club (which lost its liquor license), at which point Lapaglia had already moved to California. Considering that the kind of talent that existed back then isn’t even around anymore and that jazz and blues have always operated on a club level, Lawson and community organizers have accomplished a rare feat. “We never thought [we’d] attract jazz players to come back here, but it’s worked out great,” Lawson said, glancing at a handbill from ‘83 that lists Jimmy Smith, Nat Adderley, Horace Silver and other jazz greats billed within the same month. “Especially for a music venue that doesn’t serve alcohol.” Even though it was supposed to be a business, Lawson suspects that when Lapaglia ran the gallery, he never made a whole lot of money. “[Lapaglia] probably was happy just to survive and get by. Maybe Milwaukee is a harder place to do that with jazz, but there’s a lot of people that like that. They just don’t all turn up at the same places and times with dollars in their hands anymore,” Lawson said. Under the umbrella of a nonprofit ownership, Lawson has felt a difference – younger players,
a changed business model, a shift of character – even if the neighborhood has been largely bed-rocked since its period of greatest creativity. “For a lot of the players here, [The Jazz Gallery] may be their first time to really play in public outside of campus,” Lawson said. Perhaps the most important constant of the Riverwest neighborhood that’s made places like The Jazz Gallery sustainable has been a mutual tolerance and acceptance of diverse behavior. And like Lapaglia before him, Lawson and his colleagues seem to understand talent in many forms. “Almost every art show we have here is completely different,” Lawson said. “Thankfully for [MJV], that means 90 percent of the time, if someone’s got an idea, we can probably make it happen.” In the context of art shows, gallery owners have found plenty to gripe about, including not making any money, but Lawson’s organization sees it differently. According to him, the neighborhood is not as safe as it used to be, though this hasn’t affected the character of its people. “When we have a band here, they don’t call the cops,” Lawson said. “They open the window.” To Lawson, this kind of openness is the triumph of courage for residents fearful of the neighborhood’s roughness. “People were afraid for a long time here. Now they just accept it as a fact
of life. If you live in Queens, you’re not gonna move or hide because it’s a dangerous neighborhood.” Such diversity has made for an interesting cross-section of people in the audience. Drummer Sam Kacala, a freshman at UWM, feels The Jazz Gallery has preserved the tradition of jazz music as an educational experience. “Jazz is like an education,” Kacala said. “Unfortunately, people don’t hear the risk-taking side of jazz enough anymore. They only hear ‘smooth jazz’ or Kenny G – or they hear jazz that’s the equivalent of wallpaper at private parties.” Although private parties are the gigs of choice for those who play jazz, to Kacala, places like the gallery ensure that jazz can still evolve outside of its normal operation at a club level. Seeing Milwaukee jazz mainstays, like trumpeter Brian Lynch, play at the gallery night after night – sharing anecdotes and turning jazz standards inside out – has shown Kacala that the past and the future are never far away, musically speaking. For Lawson, an avid paying customer in the establishment’s heyday, the connection is much deeper. “When you grow up listening to crap, you don’t understand how good [it] can be,” Lawson said. “Just the work involved with knowing how to play an instrument is important, because even learning how to paint is still work.” Statements like this are easy sources of inspiration, but for Lawson
and his clientele, the model they have in place is going to work for the near future. The neighborhood has held its own amidst the real estate ups and downs of the last four decades, but the key for Lawson is the sociability of its people. “It’s a real neighborhood. If you go out to Brookfield, you’re not gonna know 200 people unless you’re running for office.” This, in turn, accounts for the future of the gallery. “The future is pretty good here,” Lawson said. “It’d be great if we could get some grants, but we don’t need much money to make our program work. We’re in kind of a lucky situation that way.” Lawson also feels that it’s taken a long time for the city to get out of the economic deep freeze that was marked by the race riots of 1968. “Riverwest has its own local energy again,” he said. “It’s interesting to be here when that’s happening. Despite how the gallery prevailed in those conditions way back when, a lot of what’s been abandoned or vacant for years is slowly being bought, slowly being turned into something. Kacala, on the other hand, shares Lawson’s ambition but is also realistic. “The gallery reopening was big, but the hard part is going to be keep the momentum of the projects that [play] there in the setting of an art gallery, where things often stew for a few months and then are quickly replaced,” Kacala said.
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When my daughter and I were at the grocery store today, she left my side to go to the end of the aisle and grab a box of fruit snacks. She was still in my line of sight, so I wasn’t concerned for her safety. As she pulled the box down from the shelf, a kind woman came up to her after rounding the corner and said, “Hey, there. Someone your age shouldn’t be alone in the grocery store. Where’s your mom?” I walked up and replied, “With my ex-husband.” I probably came off a bit cross, considering the lady just stopped, said, “Oh...” and walked away. It’s hard enough looking into the eyes of my child and seeing the eyes of the man who betrayed me. Being reminded of the fact he left me for the woman who bore our child is torture. He’d “never loved a woman before,” but apparently my best friend Sharon became the exception. After the divorce, Alex would go to “Mom and Dad’s,” and the apartment would feel utterly empty. I hadn’t lived alone in over 10 years. The feeling is so alien, only accentuating the overwhelming sense of isolation I have from losing Jason. She came home once asking, “Why does Dad love a woman now?” At first, I didn’t know how to answer her. It was hard enough trying to understand it myself. Explaining it to a seven year old seemed impossible. What would a seven year old know about such things? Jason and I tried to teach her at an early age that not everyone loved people of a different gender. It was a lesson we felt proud to instill upon the new generation. This new lesson was not only difficult to teach, but painful. After a few days, the words finally came to me. “Sometimes people are surprised by where their heart leads them. It doesn’t always matter if it is a
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boy or a girl, and people who’ve only known one their whole life sometimes fall for the other.” She doesn’t fully understand, but as I said, neither do I. I thought Jason and I worked. I thought he loved me and was happy. We’d been together for four years before having Alex. Things had been going so well, and I thought he was “the one.” But, when Alex was getting close to turning six, things started changing. He was bringing Alex over to Sharon’s three or four nights a week while I was at work. Often times I’d come home to an empty apartment, only to get a text message the following morning letting me know that Alex got “too tired” and he had decided to stay the night there. At first I didn’t think anything of it. Maybe I wasn’t jealous enough. But why should I have been jealous? I felt very secure in our relationship, as well as my relationship with Sharon. I didn’t see anything to be worried about. And why should I be jealous of a woman? He’d never had feelings for women before. Then again, he didn’t have a problem getting her pregnant for us. We’d talked about adopting a child, but Jason had always said the only thing he regretted about being gay was not being able to father a child of his own flesh and blood. At first, I was skeptical of using a surrogate. The thought of Jason being with another person was really disconcerting. But, I thought about it a lot. “What could it hurt? I trust him enough not to leave me, and he’s never loved a woman before.” He and Sharon had gotten along swimmingly after I first introduced them. They became almost as close I was with her; apparently it was closer than I’d thought. I was a bit surprised when we were discussing the idea of a surrogate and he proposed Sharon. That was an undoubtedly awkward conversation, both having it with Jason and then with Sharon. But, she was
open to the idea. I’m guessing he had already discussed it with her. I sure couldn’t have done it. She was my best friend. We were comfortable with each other, but not to that extent. It would’ve been so weird. I could barely go in the delivery room. Beyond being nervous as all hell about having a daughter, it was strange seeing Sharon in such an intimate moment. She was so beautiful, though. The whole process was so awe-inspiring. We sure had to fight hard enough just to get me in there. “I’m sorry, sir, but only family and the biological father are allowed inside.” “I’m his husband.” “Not really,” the nurse replied after a pause accompanied by a glare. By the time management let me in, Sharon had practically started giving birth. Who knew just how right the nurse was, though not in the way she intended? I hear that nurse’s voice echoing in my mind every time I think about Jason and I. “Not really... Not really...” It’s been almost a year, but Alex still cries over how much she misses having Jason in the house. She’ll crawl into my bed and tell me how much she wishes Jason and Sharon were still around. They moved over to the south side, and she’s only there every other weekend. With her school being close to my house and Jason and Sharon going on so many trips for work, it made sense for me to have her most of the time. It breaks her heart, though. I can see it in her eyes. They look so distant, detached. After she finally falls asleep, my own tears eventually come. You go all of this time thinking you’re going to be with this person for the rest of your life. You start building a home together, a future. You have a child and work together to raise it right. Your things and his things become “our things.” And when it’s over, you feel weak and pathetic being so comforted just by having someone
on the other side of the bed again, feeling their warmth. It’s almost like nothing is different. But when you really think about it, it becomes all too clear just how different it is from what it used to be, and when you cry so hard it wakes up your daughter, you feel ashamed. You feel as if you’re failing to provide that sense of security a child desperately needs when dealing with divorced parents, failing to be that rock. Her guidance counselor says her grief isn’t atypical, and she is progressing fine. I wish I could say the same. I don’t go out to the old bars anymore; I can’t stand them. Even if I went, what’s the point in talking to anyone? If I got drunk and took someone home, I’d just start crying like I do when Alex is in bed with me. There’s a little place near home I go when Alex is gone. It’s not a gay bar, and it’s close enough to home that I don’t mind walking home when I get drunk, which is what inevitably happens whenever Alex is gone for the weekend. I don’t want to expose that part of me to Alex. I’m already not as strong as I should be for her. So far she hasn’t seen me drinking since Jason left. Just the thought of what it could do to her to see me in that state is enough to deter me from it, though I constantly crave alcohol’s comfort. It’s more than any man could give me right now. I don’t know if I’ll ever trust bi guys anymore, not that I ever did all that much. I always worried they would get bored with men and leave me for a woman. Hell. Even a gay guy got bored with me. I often wonder if Sharon worries about Jason’s fidelity. How can she feel secure with him? He left his husband of 10 years for his husband’s best friend. Can it really get worse than that? I bet she feels their child will keep them together; such a delusion. I bet she’s just a phase, just like I was. On second thought, that’s not fair. I may have just cause to be upset, but
who am I to say he doesn’t really love her? Or that he didn’t love me, for that matter? Maybe he really did love me, but it just ran out. What in this world really lasts forever? Everything has an expiration date. Maybe I was foolish to think Jason and I would be together forever. People always clamor over how high the divorce rate is. “Love has degenerated! People don’t take marriage as seriously as they used to!” Maybe society’s shift in attitude towards divorce has allowed people to accept the fact their marriage is ending and staying together would only bring more hardship to themselves and their kids, if they have them. In the meantime, I at least have Alex. We love each other and pick each other up when we’re down. She’ll catch me crying and almost always ask if it’s about Jason. Sometimes she doesn’t say anything, somehow knowing I just want to be left alone. But when she does say something, it’s so poignant. Just the other day, she came in to living room and saw me sitting on the couch staring into space. I wasn’t even crying. She came up, sat down, and said, “Don’t worry, Mike. If Jason could find someone else, you can too.” So wise, that girl; it’s hard to believe she’s seven. I thanked her for her encouragement and gave her hug, but I couldn’t help but ask myself, “Do I even want someone else?” Right now, no. I can’t trust someone enough to love them as much as they would deserve. I can’t help but think of something Björk was quoted as saying. “Choosing between men and women is like choosing between cake and ice cream. You'd be daft not to try both when there are so many different flavours.” I look into Alex’s eyes, see Jason’s, and yearn for the time he liked cake. I hear the words, “Not really... Not really...” I hope I never resent her for it.
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PET OF THE WEEK Dave is sometimes the worst cat ever. Maybe it’s because she’s potentially gender confused, but her aggression is out of this world. When all of us roommates lock her out of our rooms she body slams the door for a half hour or more until she gives up. I think she gets mad at the world so she decides to jump on the dresser and knock everything down or eat through computer power cords. ANYWAYS, she’s actually pretty cute. She has the cutest little paws and the cutest little spot on her nose, oh my god she is so cute sometimes. When we get out her laser pointer she makes almost the same noise as when you slowly let the air out of a balloon, it’s pretty cute. And when it’s a day that we have deprived her of attention, any human interaction makes her purr the rest of the day. Dawwww.
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1 In the know 6 Leather quantity 11 Chlorofluorocarbon 14 Island name 15 Serenity 16 Meadow 17 Busy shopping time (2 wds.) 19 Einstein’s birthplace 20 Only 21 Lion name 22 Within reach 24 Stir fry sauce 27 Carve 28 Deteriorate 29 Plenty 33 Certain Italian 36 Small car brand 37 Foreign currency 38 Expression of surprise 39 Have to, quickly 40 Shop tool 41 Spasms 43 Medley 44 Senses 46 Soft drink brand 48 ___ Royale (drink) 49 With 50 Easy chairs 55 Declare positively 57 Total 58 The opposite of 59 Flowery necklace 60 Restaurant chain named after a band 64 Mr. Franklin 65 Dickens’ Heep 66 Employ again 67 Billboards, for example 68 Precipitates, in a way 69 Calendar mos. DOWN 1 Scarf type 2 Cowboy John
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34 Dayton’s state 35 Deerskin slippers 36 Gangster’s girlfriend 39 One of these deserves another (2 wds.) 42 Equal 44 Keepers, also 45 Work unit 47 Cloud type 48 African antelope 51 Formal commitments 52 Become (2 wds.) 53 Beef cut 54 Eye problems 55 Actress Jessica 56 Tourney ranking 61 Prefix for sphere or ethics 62 Move from side to side 63 Observe
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Here is a seasonable problem developed from a chance meeting of two shoppers at the poultry market. Mrs. O’Flaherty explains that she purchased some turkeys at twenty-four cents a pound, and the same weight in geese at eighteen cents a pound. Mrs. Smith tells her that she might have gained two pounds by following the rule given in “Hints to Boarding-house Keepers,” which says: “For Christmas, divide the money evenly between turkey and goose.” What was the amount of the purchase?