kNewspapers: A Novel About Love and Citizen Journalism
K. Paul Mallasch
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- Chapter A1 - So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish Wrap!
- Chapter A2 - Redbud is my Rosebud
- Chapter A3 - Tell me. Is the Lord of the Blogosphere in?
- Chapter B4 - Presidential Deliverance from Underwear
- Chapter B5 - Ex-Mas Eve Under the Lilith Tree
- Chapter B6 - Babylon's Richest Man Until the End of the Chapter
- Chapter C7 - Period comma exclamation point
- Chapter C8 - Hastily created Believeland Tourism Video
- Chapter C9 - Die Lethal with a Hard Weapon
- Chapter D10 - Whiner, Whiner, Chicken Diner
- Chapter D11 - Blue Journalist Needs Food Badly!
- Chapter D12 - Quantum Entanglement/Journalism Engagement
returned a moment later and added, “I swear it's like herding cats,” with a laugh. As they made their way upstairs, I headed into the kitchen where Joseph was explaining to his grandparents the latest video game he was playing. “Have you played Sim City?” I asked. “No. You play video games?” he asked, in shock. “Not so much anymore, but they help me relax.” “And learn. Grams says I learned to read because of playing Mario on the Nintendo.” “That's great, man,” I said then gave him a
walking away from the table. “You want to just ride with me so it's easier and we can talk in between destinations?” “Sure.” “We have one other stop in the Village before we go.” I followed him down a couple of blocks to a new establishment – Grandma Betty's Ice Cream – which was run by Jeanette Johnson. According to an email I'd received from Spencer, she had also recently taken over the Times of Muncie, the local African American themed monthly tabloid. “Hey, when did Jeanette move down
joint, and then another. And so on. Soon, my head was swimming. The conversation shifted from me to them. I learned Boba was an actual bounty hunter – and that he didn't have a website. He had an intense hatred for Dog the Bounty Hunter on cable TV and wanted to compile his own show or write a book. “I can help you with a website,” I offered. Knowing a bounty hunter would have its advantages. “I might get with you about that, brother,” he said. As the night progressed, I found out Hal lived
over Indiana to see their favorite local wrestlers battle their evil counterparts. I knew I couldn't devote all my time to them, but I tried to help them spread the word about their events. I even covered one of their matches in Muncie at the YMCA. I never got a straight answer about whether the wrestling was real or staged, but the story was a lot of fun. From the local art scene to local historians to musicians to activists to business owners, I met with as many groups and individuals as I
turned to Triple-F financing – better known as Friends, Family, and Fools. I worked up how much money it would cost me to print Anderson Free Press as a small tabloid. Instead of dealing with home delivery, I decided to use direct mail the tabloids to specific zip codes each week. To print and deliver 21,000 copies to three zip codes in Anderson would cost less than $3,000. This was still a considerable amount of money, but I was able to beg, borrow, and save enough to print and mail the first