Ibn Battuta was the traveler of his age—the fourteenth century, a time before Columbus when many believed the world to be flat. Like Marco Polo, Ibn Battuta left behind an account of his own incredible journey from Morocco to China, from the steppes of Russia to the shores of Tanzania, some seventy-five thousand miles in all. James Rumford has retold Ibn Battuta’s story in words and pictures, adding the element of ancient Arab maps—maps as colorful and as evocative as a Persian miniature, as intricate and mysterious as a tiled Moroccan wall. Into this arabesque of pictures and maps, James Rumford has woven the story not just of a traveler in a world long gone but of a man on his journey through life.
For two weeks a year, Aimee's life is the traveling carnival that visits her small town in Minnesota. She meets carnie boy Kestrel, and year after year, their friendship grows. But childhood can't last forever.
Tom Weschler spent more than ten years from the late 1960s through the 1970s in the Bob Seger camp, working as tour manager and photographer during Seger's hard-gigging, heavy-traveling, reputation-making early days. Weschler's behind-the-scenes photographs document the frustrations and triumphs of recording, performing, songwriting, and building the Seger empire before the breakthroughs of Live Bullet and Night Moves. Travelin' Man collects Weschler's early photos with additional images leading into the present. Weschler and award-winning music journalist Gary Graff annotate the images with Weschler's recollections of the events and Graff provides additional background on Seger's career in an introduction, timeline, and cast of characters section. Weschler's photographs and stories pull back the curtain on seldom-seen aspects of Seger's career, including time in the studio recording Mongrel, early struggles to get radio airplay, and small shows at schools and shopping malls. Weschler captures Seger's personality on stage and at home and reveals the colorful personalities of those people he worked and performed with, including Alice Cooper, Bruce Springsteen, Glenn Frey, and KISS. He takes readers inside Seger headquarters in Birmingham, Michigan, and practice space in Rochester, Michigan, introducing them to renowned manager Punch Andrews and the various members of Seger's bands. Weschler's photos feature highlights like Seger's show at the Pontiac Silverdome in 1976, his first gold record in 1977, the first meeting between Seger and Bruce Springsteen in 1978, and Seger's induction to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2004. Travelin' Man also contains art from eight Seger album covers that Weschler designed, a foreword by John Mellencamp, an afterword by Kid Rock, and a comprehensive discography. Seger fans and readers interested in music and biography will enjoy the one of a kind story in Travelin' Man.
A collection of short stories on tracking and rebellion against it. Derived from current and projected tracking of people all over by means of cameras, RFID chips and so on. The stories range from the late 1800's to the far future, passing right through current technology and some of the methods used by people to protect their privacy.
On the way back down 64 to Jamesville, I’d take a shortcut over to Washington going back home, I kicked around how to price Ann’s Equipment. Totally oblivious to what was going on, I heard a siren. Looking in the rear-view mirror, it was full of FLASHING BLUE LIGHTS. “Holy...!” My heart started beating so fast, the draft almost took the rest of me with it. You’ve heard of your whole life passing before your eyes, it wasn’t my life, it was my driving record. I’d just gotten the last ticket off my record, now this. The squelch broke on the CB. “Hey Cousin, you got your ears on?” Who the...? In a great sense of despair, my turn signal on and slowing down, I keyed the mike. “This is the Country Cousin.” No CB lingo here. Just utter despair. “This is the Cigar Smoker, I got your back door. 10-4?” Walter Parrish!! Damn his hide. He’d just cost my 10 years of my life. He pulled up along side. I’d never seen him laugh so hard. He shook his finger at me and pulled away. “Cigar Smoker got your front door now Cousin, put the hammer down and bring her on.” I planned to take the shortcut, but looking at my watch, I knew it was break-time for him. I rolled the windows down to get the smell out and followed him to the Town and Country. The guys at the “Family Table” would enjoy this.
