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By Lesly Krome

I Survived Country Stampede!

2 - july 5, 2012 - www.thehypeweekly.com

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Dear Manhattan,

Those are some muddy, muddy girls. Stampede from all accounts was a hoot this year (and a safer one). We may joke about it and poke a little fun, but it brings national country acts and well over 100,000 people to the fans and businesses here in Manhappiness, and that means it’s awe-some by us. Also, it hosts the wonderful folks from the local Nashville Songwriters Association, who we highlighted over the last month.

Looking ahead, summer is already speeding by and suddenly we’re into July, a month of fireworks, fairs, and fun for all (even if it’s historically the most brutally hot month of the year). Coming up this month we’ll be digging into all of the great local festivals and fairs coming up in July, more of Arts in the Park, and a series informing you about the upcoming budget decisions our City Commissioners will be making and how you

can help influence what gets cut and what doesn’t here in Manhattan. There are a lot of hard decisions to make, if that mill levy is going to stay flat, and the commission process depends on you to speak your mind, both in the streets, papers and statuses, but also in the meetings, forums and election booths. We’ll get you square on the issues, numbers and consequences, if you’ll email, call and speak to the folks that have the final say and let them know how you feel. Deal? Deal.

Further ahead we’ll be preparing y’all for the upcoming election. No, not that election...the Presidential election, while important, is pretty much decided in this state. No, we’re talking about the local elections, and be-lieve or not, those affect you as much if not more than the national ones. Senators, county commissioners...these people affect your daily lives so you should probably put more thought into picking them than an animal symbol next to their names. :)

Love, The Hype Weekly

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The Centerfold(Your Weekly Calender made of 100% Awesome)

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The Voices(100% Right, 50% of the Time)

11 - Yay Sportsball!

The Beat(Stories you tell us to write)

4 - I Survived Country Stampede!6 - Now Is The Summer Of Our Discontent

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The hype(Smug reviews and appraisals)

12 - Music = Life13 - Kansas Authors First

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Riley County Idol – July 27-28, 2012

It’s time for Riley County Idol! For all you potential performers, here’ the infor-mation you need to get involved:

The competition will be divided into the following age divisions: Ages 7 – 10, Ages 11 – 14, Ages 15 – 20, Ages 21 and over.All competitors must be amateur performers. Professional entertainers (union musicians or whose talent is the principle source of income) are not permitted to enter. All contestants under the age of 18 must have parental consent. The competition will be for solo sing-ing only. Songs performed must be appropriate for family entertainment. The judges and Riley County Fair Board members reserve the right to disqualify any contestant whose performance, dress, attire, or song does not meet family enter-tainment standards. Contestants must bring their own C.D. for accompaniment. No cassettes. Recording/playback equipment will be provided. Accompanying yourself on an instrument is fine. Having someone else (limit one person) ac-company you on an instrument is fine.

First round competition will be conducted with the following schedule:All prelims (except for ages 21 and over) will be held on Friday, July 27nd start-ing at 6pm. Prelims for the 21 and over group will be held at Kite's Bar and Grill on July 10th, 17th, and 24th. Three Contestants will be picked from both the first and second weeks, and four contestants will be picked from the third week. Contestants who are picked for the finals must pay the $10 registration fee when they are notified of their placement.

Four finalists from each age group will be selected and will compete for Riley County Idol for each age group during the Saturday evening competition to be held July 28th from 6 – 9 p.m. Finals competition will be held Saturday eve-ning, July 28th from 6 – 9 p.m. You may sing different songs in the prelims and finals, but not necessary. Each age group Riley County Idol winner will be awarded $100.00 and a Riley County Idol T-shirt.

Registration/entries for the Riley County Idol competition must be received by July 25, 2012. A $10.00 entry fee must accompany each entry. Cash or checks made payable to Manhattan Music Coalition, Idol Competition memo, please. Mail checks to Manhattan Music Coalition, 1214 C Moro, Manhattan, KS 66502.

On-line registration may be completed at www.rileycountyfair.com, or paper forms will be available at the Riley County Extension Office at 110 Courthouse Plaza, Rm. B220, Manhattan. All 21 and over contestants must register in per-son at Kite's Bar and Grill on any prelim night, or by emailing [email protected]. Please note that the registration for the prelims does not guarantee a spot in the finals at the Riley County Idol competition

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An Open Letter to Mercy Regional Health Center

The contentious debate over the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act has focused almost entirely on the abuses perpetrated by insurance companies, pro-viding an undeserved reprieve to the health care and pharmaceutical industries that cause exorbitant health care pricing. Jeff Korsmo, CEO of Via Christi Health, parent company of Manhattan’s Mercy Regional Health Center, issued a statement acknowledging “the cost of health care in the United States is simply unsustainable”and that health care profes-sionals "know that much more work needs to be done to provide Americans with higher-quality health care that produces better outcomes at a lower cost.”He claimed that Via Christi is “developing a team-based approach [...] that helps our patients and residents live healthier lives –and at a lower cost.” A friend went to the emergency room at Mercy last fall because of side effects caused by improperly prescribed medication. According to the bill, she was ad-ministered Acetaminophen. Now, let’s overlook the fact that she wasn’t in pain, nor did she suffer from a fever, thus there was no reason for her to be given this medication. Let’s overlook the fact that she doesn’t remember ever being given the medication. Let’s just pretend that the medication was, in fact, administered as claimed. The bill for this alleged Acetaminophen was for $254. For one dose. Depart-ment stores currently charge $4 for a 200 count bottle. That comes out to 2 cents per pill. The more expensive, name brand bottle comes out to 15 cents per pill. That is a 12,700% markup, a tidy margin for a supposedly non-profit organization. Mr. Korsmo, or anyone else at Via Christi Health and/or Mercy Regional Health Center knowledgeable on the matter, please explain your justification for charg-ing a grad-student with a part time job $254 for 2 cents worth of medication. Are you being held hostage by the pharmaceutical industry? Is there a law that prevents you from making the same sort of purchasing negotiations as Wal-Mart? Or is your claim to “serve as a healing presence with special concern for our neighbors who are vulnerable”just another marketing spiel designed to separate the people from their hard earned money? We, the people of Manhat-tan, deserve the truth. Sincerely, Samuel Sargent

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By Lesly Krome

I was looking for temporary summer-time employ-ment when I stumbled across the Country Stampede website. It sounded perfect: I would be outdoors, it was only for a long weekend, and I would get to at-tend a bunch of concerts for free (never mind that I don’t listen to country music…a free concert is a free concert).

So I applied and was accepted to the position of security guard. My job was to make sure that the concert attendees stayed out of the emergency exit area in the South fire lane at the Tuttle Creek State Park during the four days of concerts. Easy enough job, right?

The first day of the concerts arrived and I showed up at Tuttle Creek. The night before we had had torrential rain, so my first task was to find a parking space without getting my vehicle stuck in the mud. I failed at this and managed to find a parking spot that turned into a muddy mess as soon as I drove over it. Fortunately, my vehicle has a snow-setting and I was able to get myself out of the deep rivets I had created. This early experience made me aware that I would not be leaving work in as clean a state as I had arrived in.

I met with my (pretty cool) supervisor and went to my permanent position, which was in direct blazing sunlight. After standing there for a couple of hours directing the crowd I realized I should have put my sunscreen on, so I quickly applied a coat. Alas, the damage was already done: my face was the color of a ripe tomato. I realized this when my co-worker John told me, “oh yeah girl, you’re burned.”

Alright, well, that sucks, but the sun started to go down, so it was cooling off (barely) and I didn’t have to worry about getting burned anymore. However,

my feet were aching by this point (about halfway through a 10-hour shift). But I didn’t have time to worry about discomfort. The main concert, Luke Bryan, was coming up and the crowd was starting to arrive. If I had thought it was busy earlier, I was about to be shown just how naive I really was. A mob began to show up. It was my job to make sure they didn’t enter the fire zone, but as more and more people showed up, that became a bigger challenge. The concert attendees were packing into the field as close to the stage as they could get.

Unfortunately, there happened to be a giant mud-pit right next to my post that prevented people from getting a good viewing spot. Or let me rephrase that…prevented most people from getting a good viewing spot. Some of the crowd thought that four feet of disgusting smelling mud was a perfectly good place to stand for the concert.

Whatever, that’s their preroga-tive. However, as the crowd started pushing forward, I had to keep pushing them pack, and some members of the crowd didn’t appreciate that, especially the drunk-off-their-ass ones. Fortunately, for the most part I didn’t have too many problems, though if looks could kill, I would not be alive to write this article.

Finally the concert was over (Luke Bryan was actually a pretty fantastic performer…I really enjoyed the show). We

ushered the crowd out, did a sweep of the grounds and booked it out of there around midnight.

My feet were caked in mud and aching hardcore, I had lost my voice over the course of the night, my face was as burnt as toast, and I had to avoid getting my vehicle stuck in the mud again. But it was actu-ally a pretty good first day overall.

I had to work my other job on Friday, so the next time I worked at Stampede was on Saturday, the night of the Brantley Gilbert Nation and Toby Keith concerts. I arrived to my post and this time I was prepared for the mud: I had brought my rain boots. Can’t touch me now mud; do your worst! Also, I put

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members of the audience. So, those girls needed to be stopped, but that meant go-ing into the mud-pit. Guess who was the security staff best equipped to go into the mud-pit, what with her awesome rain boots? This girl. So into the mud-pit I went where I kindly requested the girls (who were covered head-to-toe in the filth) not to throw mud. The girls ended up getting removed from the concert anyway, but I was just glad to not slip myself and fall face first into the mess.

After that, the concert ended, I helped sweep the grounds, and head-ed on my merry way home. I had survived Country Stampede! It was a hell of an experi-ence, one I enjoyed (for the most part) and am glad I got to be a part of. I’m thinking that I will work it again next year…why not? I’m sure it would give me a few more great stories to share!

my sunscreen on BEFORE my shift, so I would avoid the sunburn. Unfortunately, it was 105 degrees, so I sweated my sunscreen off and got a little too much color once more.

Thursday was crowded, but the turn-out for Brantley Gilbert and Toby Keith was even more so. However, the audience was a bit tamer than it was on Thursday (I assume due to everyone being exhausted and hung-over from drinking for the past two or three days straight). BG Nation gave a pretty rocking performance and then Toby Keith came on and gave a lackluster and (I presume) drunken concert. The crowd cheered equally loudly for both shows and then departed, as did the worn-out security staff.

Finally it was Sunday, the last day of the concerts. We were all exhausted, both the workers and the concert attendees. But this was the final stretch, and we were going to make it. Before the big ticket concert came on, John Michael Montgom-ery gave a wonderful performance and I recognized several songs from my child-hood, when my mom was going through her country music phase. Then The Band Perry began to play and I was very impressed with the energy they maintained throughout their show.

A couple of interesting things happened during The Band Perry’s performance. One drunken cowboy wearing only swim trunks with the U.S. flag printed on them in big and bold red, white, and blue decided to dance in mud-pit. He pulled a girl from the crowd and the two of them slow danced to a slow song in the thick, stinky mud. It was a romantic love song and they were actually quite cute; the crowd was “aww-ing” over them until the end of the song. At that point, the cow-boy did something very unintelligent: he dipped the girl. Her cowgirl hat fell off and she instinctively reached back for it, pulling the cowboy forward with her. He lost his footing and both of them went tumbling into the mud. And that made for one pissed-off cowgirl.

Shortly after this incident, yet another mud-related event occurred (apparently people at Stampede really like mud-pits). A couple of girls were mud-wrestling and flinging the muck into the crowd, which naturally was upsetting for a few

Le Stampede Girl Photo Hunt

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As the Fourth approached I was reflecting. Actually I’ve been reflecting a long time. Retirement can give you that luxury. So can the hottest spring on record and days of over 100 in June, our political, cultural and economic mess and most everything America came to stand for kind of up-ended.

Why are we where we are? I’m, in part, a non-academic student of history. This is a bit of my take on the question.

We look for causes and effects, but they are just abstracts out of the evolution-ary flow of things. Many things and events led to the scientific “revolution” we often trace to Newton. The Arabs gave us the Indian numeral system including Zero, algebra, and reintroduced to the West, Aristotle. Plato was the guy for the first millennium in Europe. Trade with the Arab world gave us many new items: spices, sugar, textiles and more. The Muslim world at the time was the highest civilization in the immediate area. It stimulated the Renaissance and trade as far as China, from whom we got gunpowder, paper and silk. This trade enriched Europe and helped establish the Hanseatic League of relatively inde-pendent cities and a growing business class. The invention of the printing press helped increase literacy and wide spread communication and had a large part in the Reformation. Much, if not most, of the business and growing middle class became Protestant. The scientific method began to displace religious doctrine.

In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue. That set off around 400 years of Eu-ropean expansion and empire building. Walter Prescott Webb, the late historian from the University of Texas, took Frederick Jackson Turners’s concept of the Frontier and what it meant for American society and culture and expanded it outward.

Webb posited two entities: Europe itself, which he labeled “The Metropolis” and what resulted from exploration and conquest he labeled “The Frontier.” He said take population, land and gold and silver as factors of 100%. Take these and translate them to what was essentially the conquest of the world. Land increased 600%, and extractable wealth in gold and silver skyrocketed even far beyond the land increase. Without the “Frontier” Europe would have remained landlocked, most people impoverished and the Industrial Revolution would have gone so far and probably stalled. It was as if every European with, say, an acre of land suddenly fell into a ranch of 1600 acres, with mineral rights.

The “Frontier” enriched Europe and the colonials who emigrated, (not all, of course, but the potential was there.) The natives and, for a long time, the imported slaves were of no consequence. Ownership and exploitation went to Europeans and their descendents.

Webb posited that this “Frontier” had filled by 1930 and the population ratio to resources was back to the one in 1492: 1 to 1 to 1, just as Turner had said the

American Frontier had closed in 1890. The world, in effect, no longer had a Frontier; it was a Metropo-lis. Not exactly Marshal McLuhan’s Global Village.

The culture of a Metropolis and a Frontier are vastly different and the effect of the Frontier on the Metrop-olis was huge: new values, a different way of life, a dif-ferent kind of economy and politics. The Frontier being absorbed by the Metropolis has profound effects.

McLuhan wrote that there is a lag in culture vis a vis technology. New technol-ogy is always ahead of cul-ture. It may be there is also a lag in culture with regard to changing ecological, geographic realities. Our economy is global, be-yond the nation state. That reality is far ahead of political reality. We are threatened by our exploitation and use of finite resources through global warming.

In The Conundrum: How Scientific Innovation, Increased Efficiency, and Good Intentions Can Make Our Energy and Climate Problems Worse, David Owen proposes that all of our attempts at getting greener are self defeating because every attempt increases energy use: buy a Prius and you’re likely to use it more and travel farther. Buying local may be worse for the environment than buying at Wal-Mart. Well-run big cities have smaller carbon footprints than the wide-open spaces like Wyoming and Montana. He points out the overall global footprint has declined since 2008 when the economies of the biggest resource users went in the tank. In short, the only way to really counteract ecological catastrophe is consume less and stay put. And who’s gonna do that? Downright un-American! The Metropolis has caught up to us, but we still think we’re in the Frontier and the wide-open spaces and all that that means.

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The importance of basic training has already been mentioned. It is probably the only succession of events that is best remembered by all the G. I.’s It was all new: the lifestyle, the new acquaintances and the activities. Even the regu-lar hours and diet was new to many of the men. Looking back, I think I was in much better shape going into the Army than most of the men were after basic training. I could chin myself a hundred times – one-handed four or five – and do push-ups until I got bored or was called to something else. This was before starting High School. Going up the backside of a triple extension ladder had become easy and going hand over hand up a thirty foot rope from the ground to the high beam at the hay loft just took seconds. Yes, I was in pretty good shape.

Any dissertation of basic training will always include stories about the obstacle course. One of the features is usually a landing net sloping up to a narrow platform twenty-odd feet up and a couple feet wide with a rope tied to a beam overhead to let the trainee climb back down to the ground. Being in good shape, I was also called a smart-ass a time or two. Seeing that set-up, I climbed up the rope and down the land-ing net! The Infantry Major was overseeing the exercise and stated that he would like to see me do it again. I pointed out that I just heard him lecture that a good officer would never ask an enlisted man to do anything that the officer would not do. Saluting smartly, I then said, “Right behind you, SIR!” “A-a-h, carry on,”

he replied and didn’t even return the salute. On a later course, live ammo was shot across the area as we crawled (on our backs) under barbed wire. There re-ally was nothing to it but some of men were scared witless. City boys again, one fellow held his helmet up on a stick to get it shot at so he would have a souvenir to take home. Our sergeant yelled, “Cease fire!” and hustled between the stakes and barbed wire, grabbed the G.I. by the leg, hauled him out to the edge of the course, yanked him erect, stood on his toes and thumped his chest knocking him flat. He roared loud enough for the whole company to hear, “You stupid fool! Nobody knows how a ricochet is going to fly. Don’t ever do anything like that again!”

When we finished our courses at Fitzsimmons, another fellow (from Texas) and I who made top grades in all our classes were asked to stay over to assist in the next round of classes. We were antsy the whole time and couldn’t wait for the courses to be completed. As it worked out, it was all for the best. I was to be

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Thursday 5

River Trails Beginner Mountain Bike Ride @Big Poppi BicycleDistance: 1-2 laps/4-8 miles. At this ride you will have the oppor-tunity to learn how to ride on off road trails and trail etiquette. A couple of the concepts you will learn are how to ride over a log or other obstacle, and how to position your body when riding downhill.

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Ongoing AttractionsMonday Through Friday9AM-5PM

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Saturday 7Downtown Saturday Farmers' Market of Manhattan@5th & HumboltThese vendors come from all over Northeast Kansas bringin fresh produce, meat, eggs, crafts, jams & jellies, fresh baked bread, pies, cookies, and sweets.

8:00AM

Quiet Symmetry: The Art of Yoshiro Ikeda@The Marianna Kistler Beach Museum of ArtAn internationally known artist in clay and a Distinguished Professor of Ceramics at Kansas State University, Yoshiro Ikeda has for nearly four decades produced sculptural vessels that reflect on an ultimate harmony in nature. “Quiet Symmetry: The Ceramic Art of Yoshiro Ikeda” features work by this master artist which will be on display until September 2, 2012.

Sunset Friday Night Lights River Trails MTB Ride@Big Poppi BicyclesDistance: 1-3 laps/6-18 miles. Why not join us for a ride on your mountain bike at night? REMEMBER TO BRING YOUR LIGHTS!!!

SUNSET

Discovery Day Camp (ages 7-13) - Native Ameri-can/Early Settlers@Flint Hills Discovery Explore the Flint Hills like never before the week of July 4 through hands on activities related to the ecology, geology and history of the region. Kids can register for one or more sessions, and each session will highlight different aspects of the Flint Hills through varying activities. Come ready to be amazed by what’s in your own backyard!

8:00AM

Youth Summer Adventure@MACMAC’s Summer Arts Day Camp “Youth Summer Adventure” Take ONE CLASS, attend for HALF DAY, a FULL DAY or a WEEK. MAC will be taking students, grades 1-6, on a trip through time! Students will learn about the arts and mediums from ancient cultures to the present day... from cave paintings to Shakespeare to the Palace of Versailles and so much more! Visit www.man-hattanarts.org “Kids Information” for details and ENROLLMENT FORMS.

Discovery Day Camp (ages 7-13) - Present Day Life@Flint Hills Discovery Explore the Flint Hills like never before the week of July 4 through hands on activities related to the ecology, geology and history of the region. Kids can register for one or more sessions, and each session will highlight different aspects of the Flint Hills through varying activities. Come ready to be amazed by what’s in your own backyard!

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Youth Summer Adventure@MACMAC’s Summer Arts Day Camp “Youth Summer Adventure” Take ONE CLASS, attend for HALF DAY, a FULL DAY or a WEEK. MAC will be taking students, grades 1-6, on a trip through time! Students will learn about the arts and mediums from ancient cultures to the present day... from cave paintings to Shakespeare to the Palace of Versailles and so much more! Visit www.man-hattanarts.org “Kids Information” for details and ENROLLMENT FORMS.

Kids’ Movie@Manhattan Public Library AuditoriumWay before he ever met Shrek, the legendary Puss in Boots goes on a heroic journey, teaming up with mastermind Humpty Dumpty and the street-savvy Kitty Softpaws to steal the famed Goose that lays the Golden Eggs.

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Tall Grass Firkin Friday - Free Music Friday@Auntie Mae’s ParlorJoin us at Mae’s for the tappin’ of a tasty firkin treat! This week’s is Hopocalypse, a super hopped 8-bit. Then stay for Free Music Friday with The Boondogglers and Eddy Green!

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Kyle Park@Longhorn’s SaloonThis country & western performers’ “originals are built on smart, soulful and personal lyrics and a melodic style that features fresh, powerful lead guitar”. Cover: $15; Information: 785.776.8770 www.kylepark.com

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Manhattan Municipal Band @City ParkThe Municipal Band plays Tuesday evenings from June 5th- July 17 in the Larry Norvell Band Shell in City Park at 7:30 pm. Addition-ally, they will perform at 6:30 in Cico Park on the 4th of July.

Jane Booth: DNA Series- June 15 - July 28@Strecker-Nelson Gallery“The Owl and the Pussycat” featuring: Jane Booth - abstract paintings. Also featuring these exhibitors: Linda Ganstrom - ceramic figures, Bowie Croisant - porcelain, Martha Pettigrew - paintings, and Del Pettigrew - bronze sculpture. “Under Kansas Skies” featuring exhibitors: Kim Casebeer, Cally Krallman, Joseph Loganbill, Judith Mackey, and Jerry Moon.

Watercolor Exhibit-June 2-July 14@ Manhattan Arts Center This unique yearly exhibit will include landscape, still life and flo-ral paintings. The Watercolor Studio has met weekly at the Arts Center for the past forteen years. Its purpose is to provide area painters with a venue to develop skills and techniques, share ac-quired knowledge, and gain feedback from other watercolorists.


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Pagan Coffee@ Bluestem BistroPagan? Pagan-curious? Pagan-friendly? Come join Manhattan’s longest running pan-pagan social group.

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5:00PM Around the World Dinner@Bluestem Bistro Try something new and tasty from a different country! For only $5 you can sample excellent cuisine from all around the world!

7:30PM The Hype Weekly Pitch Meeting@Auntie Mae’s ParlorCome give us your ideas, your concerns, your comments and questions! If you want to write, shoot, draw or work for The Hype, this is step one.

Paws on the Patio@AJ’s New York Pizzeria PatioAJ’s New York Pizzeria and The Mutt School invite you and your dog to AJ’s patio, where you can enjoy pizza and your dog can enjoy the great smells, special pizza crust treats and the com-pany of other canines. There will also be occasional raffles for pet charities, and other activities just to keep things even more interesting.

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SUNSET Monday Night Lights River Trails MTB Ride@Big Poppi BikesDistance: 1-3 laps/6-18 miles. Looking for something really excit-ing to do to start off your week? Tired of Monday Night Foot-ball? Why not join us for a ride on your mountain bike at night? REMEMBER TO BRING YOUR LIGHTS!!! Don’t have a light? Demo one of our high quality lights from the shop for FREE!!

Mountain/Cyclocross Bikes Gravel Ride@ Big Poppi BicycleDistance: 15-30 miles. Come join us for a gravel ride as we enjoy the Flint Hills and an incredible Kansas sunset. Bring your head-lights and taillights just in case. Don't have a light? Demo one of our high quality lights from the shop for FREE!!

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Urban Street Ride@ Big Poppi BicyclesFor any bike with 2 wheels and no motor; Come on out to en-hance your technical riding skills .

9:00PM

Linear Trail Historical Lifestyle Ride@Big Poppi BikesDistance: 5-10 miles. Join Big Poppi Bicycle Co and the Flint Hills Area Bike Club each Saturday morning for a casual ride on Linear Trail while learning interesting historical facts about Manhattan, KS.

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9:00PM Road Ride with K-State Cycling Club @Big Poppi Bikes Leader: KSU Cycling; Distance: 10-20 miles (depending on groups decision). This will be a recovery ride that will stay together the entire time. Speed limit is 15 mph. Come on out and ride with the KSU Cycling Club!!

FHDS Bloom Show/Flint Hills Daylily Festival@Manhattan Town Center MallMembers of the Flint Hills Daylily Society will be on hand from 10 am – 4 pm in Center Court to share the beauty of the Daylily and to answer questions and provide membership informa-tion. There will be a display of fresh daylily blossoms from area gardens.

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Sunday Jazz Brunch@Bluestem BistroLive jazz every Sunday morning during brunch.

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Sing-A-Long with Mr. Steve@Bluestem BistroIf you want to bring your kids in for a fun activity, come join us in our meeting room as our manager, Mr. Steve, plays silly kid’s songs!

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JP Harris & The Tough Choices@Auntie Mae’s ParlorJ.P. Harris and The Tough Choices play Country-Goddamned-Mu-sic. Period. Sick and tired of the modern Pop-Country filth broad-cast shamelessly and persistently across our beautiful country-sides, The Tough Choices set out to right the wrongs done to a music so classically and quintessentially American. Free show!

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Around the World in 20 Bottles@dellaVoceEach month we will learn about liquor, taste the difference be-tween different brands and qualities and have a four course din-ner inspired by each spirit during this five month series. Partici-pants in the tasting dinners will receive a “passport” that will be stamped after each dinner attended and each specialty cocktail purchased for special offers after the end of the series.

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6:30PM River Trails Mountain Bike Ride@Big Poppi BikesDistance: 2-3 laps/12-18 miles. The pace of this ride will be medium/fast. As usual, all riding abilities are welcome on any ride at Big Poppi’s, but if you are ready for more of a challenge, come on out!

Downtown Wednesday Farmers’ Market of Manhattan@CICO ParkThese vendors come from all over Northeast Kansas bringing fresh produce, meat, eggs, crafts, jams & jellies, fresh baked bread, pies, cookies, and sweets.

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The Hype Weekly will be printing all 16 stories in the “Just There” series chronicling John L. Matthiesen’s journey from basic to the bombed-out streets of

London, as a medic during World War II.

part of the group that formed the 10th Station Hos-pital to serve overseas. The personnel came from all over the States and we picked up some of them as we moved across the country. ‘Moved’ is too speedy a word. I got a surprise when the various classes and barracks bags lined up to board the car. A Colonel handed me a clip board and informed me that I was in charge of the train. It was a dozen passenger cars and they were all Pullman! This was the beginning of a series of pleasant accommodations. The trip from the Denver RR station to the branch line at New York took three days. We kept pulling off at a siding to let a freight rush past. Flat cars loaded with tanks, howitzers, airplane wings and crates and crates of military hardware swept past us dozens of times heading toward the European conflict.

Two of the men on the train were prize fighters – a welter weight and a bantam weight – who always seemed to be the first off the train and rushed to the rest room. A couple of stops later, I discovered why. They hated q****s. Any that they found in the restroom, they would pound to a pulp. It was at the second stop that I heard about it because a mirror was broken. I hunted up the station master and gave him an authorization slip so that he could get it replaced and bill the Army. After that, I was quick to get off the train; I would alert the stationmaster that if any of our men damaged anything to let me know so that he could be reimbursed. At the back of the train, I found the car where the two fighters rode and let them know that if they caused any more damage, they would get a statement of charges so they could take a turn at paying and not let the Army do it all. In Kansas City, clipboard in hand, I was watching our passengers board when the stationmaster came up and said, “You’ve gotta see this.” When I asked if there was any damage, he said, “Not yet. In the rest-room he pointed to couple of q****s, their shoelaces tied together, hanging upside down over a partition between two urinals. Blood was dripping from their noses.

Without a word, the stationmaster took out his knife, cut the laces, let the bodies drop, and as they struggled to their feet, gave them a good boot and loudly announced that his other boot was waiting for a second serving.

The Kansas City train stop is most keenly remembered because the farm was just twenty miles north of Kansas City and our train was to be sidetracked for six hours. To go AWOL for part of the day did cross my mind but my stripes were new and I was in charge of the train. For the next four years, that was the closest I ever got to a furlough for a visit home.

It was clear now why we were traveling in Pullman cars. We spent three nights between clean sheets

and lots of stops before we de-trained at a forlorn looking place just inside Pennsylvania. The build-ings were covered with tar paper held down with lath strips. The ground was covered with cinders; the whole place was black. There were duck board walks over the squishy ground. There was specula-tion on its similarity to Purgatory. We were there for that night; the next A.M. we boarded a passenger train for Pine Camp, New York, situated six miles south of the Canadian border.

There were two hospitals there with X-ray depart-ments, fully manned so any thoughts we had of ‘keeping our hand in’ were not instantly realized. We hung around, however, to help out. As Fate would have it, I’m glad we did. The Major who would have me climb back up the rope at Camp Barkley showed up with a painful case of sinusitis. As I was shooting frontal antras and ethmoids, we chatted about this and that. When he asked how I was doing, I told him I was bored out of my skull. It took us four days to get from Denver to Pine Camp. “Is there anything happening on your side of camp to fill in a day?” He said, “You bet.” He even

stopped at the front office and told the nurse recep-tionist, “I’m borrowing this man for the day. I had my jacket and helmet there, so I was ready!

He drove his own jeep, with a certain flair, I might add and in just three or four blocks, we were at his artillery range. At right angles to that was the rifle range. It was quite a beautiful set-up and looked like it had been there for a long time. I hadn’t handled a rifle for several months, so they set me down at the 300yd. range. I was lucky, landing three shots in the four-inch bull’s eye. Next try the 1000-yard targets. Now, distance, sighting and windage became fac-tors. Remember, I had no training; I was a visitor at their camp. I lucked out again, though. One hole in the bull’s eye and two real close. The Sgt. told me I rated expert the first time out. I told him my shoul-der told me it was my first time out as well. So I was moved over to the artillery side. There were dozens of howitzers in a dog-legged line-up and were shoot-ing over a hill at targets some miles away. I suppose there was some system of reporting target results. My job was going to be stuffing the powder packets into the breech after the projectile was pushed in. I thought the job was simple enough until I learned that I was replacing a gunner who didn’t move fast enough and got his finger tips pinched when the breech gate closed on him. When the lanyard was

pulled, his hand was pulled all the way back and forward again until the breech opened . The

powder was in double packets which fit easily into the back of the canon. There was a pesky single pack of powder that kept falling down on what I was working with. I just folded

a double pack around it and stuffed it into the gun barrel as normal. When that gun discharged, it nearly kicked itself over back-wards. Everybody crowded around, wanting to know what happened. I told them; pretty soon a jeep came charging up wanting the same information. The driver told us the shell overshot the target area by a couple of miles and scared a herd of Canadian

milk cows. The farmer complained and I was accused of declaring war on Canada. Fortunately no real damage was done. That was the end of my drill on heavy artillery and the whole story blew over in a couple

of weeks thanks to the heavy turnover of troops at Pine Camp.

John L. Matthiesen 2009


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SPORTSBALL!by George Wame Matthews

In this week’s edition of Yay Sportsball! I will be discussing both the free agency period and the re-cently completed draft in the NBA as well as (if ever so briefly) the world of professional cycling. (This is a general sports column after all; variety is both the spice of life and necessary).

Yay Basketball!

As expected, in Thursday’s NBA draft, the New Orleans Hornets chose Anthony Davis (and his, according to the Associated Press, trademarked unibrow) with the first pick. According to the good people over at the Elias Sports Bureau, Davis is only the fifth player to be chosen first overall in the modern NBA Draft (since 1966) after winning the NCAA championship. Davis joins the illustrious company of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Magic Johnson, James Worthy and Danny Manning. Regardless of how coy Hornets management may have tried to be, it was clear to anyone watching college basketball last year that Davis was destined to be the number one overall pick. For New Orleans sake, I hope he becomes the superstar that everyone expects him to become. Now if only someone could convince him to shave that unibrow.

In other NBA news, accord-ing to ESPN.com, sources say that Dwight Howard, the perennial all-star center for the Orlando Magic, has requested that he be traded to the Brooklyn Nets. This would appear to mark the final chapter in the long and drawn out story of Howard and the Magic. The Magic selected Howard with the first overall pick in the 2004 NBA draft. Orlando has been dealing with the distraction of potentially losing their franchise player since the summer of 2011. Howard’s contract contained a player option for the 2012-2013 season; initially it was unclear as to whether or not Howard

would exercise that option or chose to become a free agent this summer. Faced with the possibility of losing their best player and getting nothing in return for him, Orlando began fielding trade offers for Dwight. Ultimately, Howard chose to stay with the Magic for the 2012-2013 season, thus prolonging the distraction of his potential exit from Orlando for an additional season.

Thanks in large part to Orlando’s inability to escape the first round of the playoffs (albeit without the help of Howard who was sidelined with injury) it would appear that Howard has decided that the Magic just do not have the pieces necessary to become a perennial contend-er in the NBA. As such, Howard is requesting he be traded to the freshly minted New Jersey Nets, a team that he feels has the potential to get him the championship that he so desperately desires. Seeing as I do not live in Orlando, or have any deep-seated ties to that city, it is hard for me to begrudge Howard’s desire to be traded. If anything, I can respect that he requested to

be traded. At least if the Magic are able to work out a trade for Howard, they can get something in return for his loss. The Cleveland Cavaliers took a chance in the summer of 2010 that LeBron James would chose to return to them as a free agent, but he did not, and they got nothing for him.

Howard has given the Magic eight good years, he took them to the finals in 2009 (where they lost to the Los Angeles Lakers in five games) and has been waiting patiently for the Magic’s front office to find a way to build a team around him that can win a championship, a task that they seem incapable or accomplishing. So for Orlando’s sake, I hope they can find a way to trade Howard and get something in return for him. For

Howard’s sake, I hope he finds himself in a place where he can restart his career and find the success that has eluded him for so long. (Just because he has requested he be traded to the Nets, does not mean that it will happen, ultimately it is the Magic who get to decided which team they trade him to).

Yay Cycling!?

I suppose I should mention the fact that the world’s most famous bicycle race the Tour De France began on Saturday. The race is scheduled to end on the 22nd of July, although if history is any indicator, we will not know who the official winner of the race is for another couple of months, or even years. It seems to me, that every year some rider crosses the finish line at the Tour, and then several months later is accused of doping and has his title stripped from him. All this uncertainty has made the Tour all but unwatchable for me and leaves me asking the ques-tion, why should I care which cyclist is able to best hide their doping and “win” the race?

Want Yay Sportsball! to talk about your favorite sport? Email George at george@thehypeweekly.

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This Friday at Auntie Mae’s Parlor, you won’t just find Tall Grass Brewery’s newest Firkin “Hopocalypse” (which you should totally taste) but you’ll also get a chance to sample two of The Hype’s favorite acoustical sources of awesome: The Boondogglers (formerly of the Bleckley River variety) and the incompa-

rable, the indomitable, the irreplace-able Eddy Green.

What’s the catch, you ask? There is none! Due to our love of live music and desire to teach you to appreciate and pay for it without whining, we bring you a sampling of some of the area’s finest songsters every month via our Free Music Friday events at the illustrious Auntie Mae’s Parlor.

First up at 9pm, The Boondogglers are Manhattan’s up and coming cow-punk/speedgrass/bluegrass young-uns quickly making a name for them-selves hereabouts. Between Coulter’s deceptively aged and gnarled drawl (think Mike West minus 25 or so), Allan’s banjoy (not a misspelling), and Anne’s soul-singeing fiddle, feet will stomp and rafters will thunder

with appreciation. Having been formed less than a year ago, they still have edges aplenty to be filed down in the forge of gigging, but the ‘Dogglers are a band we’re very excited to see grow into themselves.

Following them will be a man steeled with over a decade of paying the bills with just his voice and six string: Eddy Green. A Kentucky native, Eddy comes to us thanks to KSU’s sociology PhD program, and my god are we grateful. Eddy spins blues with bluegrass with old country with such veracity even the most Katy Perry/Ke$ha desensitized ears have to stop and stare. For dessert, add flatpick-ing even the most stalwart Winfieldian would give a low whistle to. It also helps that Eddy is one of most genuine, likable people on this Earth. Really, it is a shame to give him to y’all for free, but I have it on good author-ity that he’ll have bits and gubbins you can buy to assuage your unbearable guilt. A

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Liars: WIXIW (Mute)The most artistically fulfilling album of 2012. It's a footnote to Kid A, sure, but there is some-thing here even if you aren't a Radiohead-head. Angus Andrew's whiny vocals plus the sonically dreamy accompaniment conjure up an artsy, avant-garde night-mare that will put you in a trance and snap you back out of it just long enough to go through it all one more time.

In a year of many low points for indie (if you've heard Blun-

derbuss or Paralytic Stalks, you know the feeling), WIXIW (pronounced “wish you”) is a gloomy bright spot. Special favorites: the title track, a song that evokes the same feeling of consternation as Tim Hecker's “In the Fog,” and “Flood to Flood,” a menacing tune in which Andrew rails against being, of all things, a person. There's a sound track for the goth in us all.

Neil Young & Crazy Horse: Americana (Reprise)If American folk standards sung by a bunch of self-proclaimed dirty old men isn't your cup of tea, then beat it. On their first album together in over 15 years, Young and his Crazy Horse buddies give the red-eye to our retro-obsessed culture by covering such standards as “She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain” (titled “Jesus's Chariot” here) and making it sound like a threat. In the hands of Neil Young, “This Land Is Your Land” goes from being an anthem advocating equality for the rich and poor to a taunt as Young walks right on by the “No Trespassing” sign. Highly recommended.

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“You've cooked until your food is you and you are your food.” She was right. Food had been everything in my family: from seduction, to individuality, to anger, to love. Now it was me.

Part recipe book, part crash course in the history of New Mexican cuisine, and part tumultuous family chronicle, Secrets of the Tsil Café leaves few rocks unturned.

Thomas Fox Averill tells the story of two successful Kansas City restaurants: Buen AppeTito is a universally loved catering company run by Maria Tito Hin-gler; the Tsil Café is run by her husband Robert Hingler. Buen AppeTito caters to its clients tastes while the Tsil challenges its patrons as much as it pleases them. Maria knows the Old World, garlic and pasta, while Robert uses only in-gredients indigenous to the New World at the time of Christopher Columbus's voyage. This is the set up. What follows is a rich exploration of two families becoming one, all told through the eyes of their son, Wes, a budding cook in his own right.

Averill incorporates the entire world of the two restaurants from the Tito and

Kansas Authors First:Secrets of the Tsil Café by Thomas Fox Averillby Steven Miller

Hingler families to the rich lives of the restaurant help, regulars, and even a local food columnist, Carson Flinn. The ingredients and meals are well incorporated as well. Food becomes a dynamic character all its own. It informs the way Wes and his family experience and understand the world around them. Furthermore, Averill gives us a chance to become part of the narrative by including the very recipes Wes creates throughout the novel.

Carson Flinn at one point writes of the Tsil, “Good food will always find its diners.” I'd amend this for Averill by saying, Good fiction will always find its readers. The world of the Tsil might not be for every reader under the sun, but for those who enjoy straying from the beaten path, it will provide a pleasant journey. But don't be sur-prised if the next time you leave the grocery store, you find yourself carrying arm loads of quinoa, masa flour, buffalo meat and prickly pear cactus pads!


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MOVIES by MARCUSReviews and Opinions by Marcus Jay

Starring: Michael Shannon and Jessica Chastain

Written and Directed by: Jeff Nichols

Take Shelter is one of those films that builds a sense of foreboding from its first frame and doesn’t let up until the end credits roll. It also contains a performance by Michael Shannon that rivals any other from 2011.

Curtis (Michael Shannon) is a blue-collar fam-ily man who begins to have horrific dreams of being attacked and cataclysmic storms that threaten to destroy all he holds dear. His wife Samantha (Jessica Chastain) begins to notice his odd behavior and increasing paranoia, but gets reassurance from Curtis that everything is fine. However, Curtis worries that he may be taking after his schizophrenic mother (Kathy Baker). That’s when Curtis begins alienating his friends, screwing up at work and builds an addition on to his backyard storm shelter. Is Curtis going crazy or is an apocalyptic storm really brewing?

In a way, I’d like to give the film two ratings: three stars for the film itself and four stars for Michael Shannon’s performance. I’ve compromised with three and a half stars because, without the central performance by Michael Shannon, this film would not be as powerful. Shannon is an actor that brings weight to every role. Not content to merely look brooding, he dives in head-first and is unafraid to look less than glamorous doing it. Shannon is particu-larly good in a scene at a bingo hall where Curtis is confronted by an angry friend and ends up unloading his dire warnings to the entire room. Shannon walks the fine line of seeming crazy while also seeming to accurately predict bad things to come.

The rest of the cast is adequate but are unable to match Michael Shannon’s intensity, although, Shea Whigham as Curtis’ best friend and Ray McKinnon as Curtis’ brother do admirable work. Jessica Chastain seems to have some-thing of a problem holding the screen with Michael Shannon, but few could.

This can be a slow film at times and there is not always sufficient story detail to warrant its leaden pace. It seems as if director Jeff Nichols is hold-ing something back and is afraid to fully embrace Curtis’ growing paranoia. However, it’s worth watching if only for Michael Shannon. It’s too bad Shan-non wasn’t nominated for an Oscar; he deserved it.

Take Shelter

Starring: Channing Tatum, Alex Pettyfer, Cody Horn and Matthew McConaugheyWritten by: Reid Carolin

Directed by: Steven Soderbergh

With Magic Mike, Steven Soderbergh proves that he is Hollywood’s preeminent director of pop genre films. That’s not a criticism. Soderbergh belongs on a list with Howard Hawks, of directors who can make films in any genre and do them well. In the last year and a half alone, Soderbergh has made an action film (Hay-wire) and an epidemic thriller (Contagion). He’s made crime films like The Limey and Out of Sight; heist movies like the Ocean’s 11 series, a biopic about Che

Guevara and a documentary about Spalding Gray. That doesn’t even cover his digital film experiments like Bubble and Full Frontal or his Academy Award nominated work on Traffic and Erin Brockovich. In Magic Mike, Soderbergh makes the anti-Showgirls stripper film. Instead of campy, overwrought melodrama, we are forced to consider these characters in the daylight, with their clothes on and as human beings.

Channing Tatum stars as the titular Magic Mike, an ambitious entrepreneur who dreams of one day starting a custom furniture business. In the meantime, he works construc-tion, car detailing and as a dancer at Xquisite. The Chippendales-esque club is operated by Dallas (Matthew McConaughey), who straddles the line between showman and slime ball with equal gusto.

At his construction job, Mike meets Adam (Alex Pettyfer), a 19-year-old college football washout. Looking for fast money, Adam is brought into Mike’s party lifestyle and quickly gets addicted to the easy money and substances that he is offered. Meanwhile, Mike is rapidly approaching thirty and is starting to feel the emptiness of his life. When he meets Adam’s sister Brooke (Cody Horn), Mike begins to see that there might be more to life than taking his clothes off for money. In this film and March’s 21 Jump Street, Channing Tatum is finally able to prove he is more than just eye candy for teenage girls. He plays Mike as a guy who is always reaching for the next rung on the ladder even if he some-times comes up short.

Cody Horn is the other standout performer in Magic Mike. She is possibly one of the most natural performers I’ve ever seen. Every line she delivers is unforced and Horn never becomes the predictable character she could have been. The reason all of this works, however, is due to Steven Soderbergh. This film could easily have been the male version of Coyote Ugly, but Soderbergh isn’t that simple minded. He makes these char-acters emblematic of early-21st century malaise among the 25-30-year-old age bracket, a group defined by a lack of good jobs, weak economy and poor monetary policy.

Also, Soderbergh never frames shots in a standard, boring way. Whether it’s from the back window of a truck or tilted in the back seat of a car, Soderbergh always gives us a unique angle to look at.

Magic Mike is, despite its laughable subject matter, a good film. It never falls into the trap of false melodrama that many similar films tend to and we genuinely care about what happens to Magic Mike.

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Kriminal KakuroKakuro is the criminal com-bination of a crossword and

Sudoku puzzle.

In a kakuro, the numbers are the clues. They denote the total of the digits in the row or column referenced by the number, and always

play down or sideways.

Within each collection of cells - called a run - any of the numbers 1 to 9 may be used but, like sudoku, each number may only be used

once.

Help for your impending headache can be found here

on the webs: http://en.wikipedia.org/

wiki/Kakuro

EVIL SUDOKU(Well, it seemed hard to us anyways. Let us know if we should crank it up a notch)

Time Speed,

Man lives onward like an infinite number,one solution justifies,

the number of atoms, colliding,the number of stars, orbiting,

the number of seconds, n' counting,the number of chimes and melodies,

the number of clocks ticking,become like white horses,

in time speed.

The number of Descartes’ spheres, axiomatic,the number of particles, astronomical,the number philosophies, unending,

the number of silent years, pretending,the number of persistent breaths, the populous,

the number of starry dreams, un-forgetful.

My deepest wish: mercy, history, justice,glad tidings from the fish's eye,gem mother of pearl den, ride,

timeless oceans, and the number of beauties,the soul alone.

Poem by Ray Paul, June 26 2012

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