Category: Cities
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Thanks AND A CHALLENGE to International Guests
For the record, I’ve been humbled by how many of you from outside the U.S. interact on here: Which is why I scheduled this one to post at three in the morning my time, what Ray Bradbury called “no souls hour” in Something Wicked This Way Comes. No, I’m not awake–I’m probably dreaming of being an Animorph or…
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Sitting at the feet of : Big City Photos with Small Town Charm
Robb Neuenschwander provided for his family on an artist’s income carving wood. Celebrities like Richard Simmons and Demi Moore bought his art, but he never grew rich whittling. In that environment, Mark Neuenschwander grew up. “My dad did something I could never do. I’m incapable of hands-on art. [My wife] Autumn’s great with that stuff.” Mark never…
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Long Island & Antiquing
We Schauberts like New York City. By “like New York City” I don’t mean we went there once as senior love birds in high school. Other than our home towns (Salem, St. Louis, Joplin, Dearborn), we’ve probably stayed in New York more than any other city. Last summer we had the privilege of staying on…
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Gangs and Pickpockets
In my Storyssentials post on Research, I talked about how a storyteller must assign himself homework. Mine involves a decent amount of gilded age reading (and viewing). Some might assume I want to write steampunk. Though this coming series employs some steamy elements, I wouldn’t classify it that way. For one, few use steam. For another,…
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Cartography: Our Picture of Us
The Cartographer’s Guild encouraged me in my map making. Since then I noticed how maps disinter our understanding of the world. Maps do not show us where things are or where things were. They reveal who we are and how we think. Take Hecataeus: He’s missing a couple two or three continents. His world is…
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Sitting at the Feet of a Small Town Mayor (Part 2)
(When we last left our heroes, they were sipping Arnold Palmers and laughing at small children playing watermelon ball in the pool…) Lance Schaubert: You did mention moving up the political ladder at some point? Mike Bowers: At some point. I’d like to serve three or four terms as mayor. What I’ll do at the…
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Sitting at the Feet of a Small Town Mayor (part 1)
Orange and Mickey Mouse beach towels hang over a green chain link pool fence, a pool with rules like “if you’ve had diarrhea in the last two days…” and “no open epidural-layer sores allowed.” We’re at the land of palm-tree board shorts and plaid pearl snap shirts – Indiana Beach. Yes, there is more than…
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Kvothe’s Sex Life Part 2: Felurian & The Adem
Well, gang, here we go again. Last time, I talked on Kvothe’s Sex Life, I had only finished NOTW and started WMF. Having finished WMF, I got a flurry of questions about sex and literature. Spoilers below. After a romp through the rainy tent-sheets, Kvothe comes out the other side of the enemy encampment saying…
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David St. John – “Without Mercy…”
David St. John’s new poem Without Mercy, the Rains Continued sums up the silence imbibed via feeding tube from a husband who would not initiate conversation with his wife. “The Rains” in the title refers to the static on a recording.