March 22, 2007 – 12:37 pm
What do you get a grandpa who goes by the name GUS, a.k.a. Grandma’s Ultimate Stud? No grandfatherly golf gear would do, so Anne Raimondi’s entire family conspired to make a custom Blurb cookbook with all the food that reminded them of GUS. The adults in the family had smoked lamb sausage gourmet treats in [...]
All the photos in Aaron Fahrmann’s book Industry were taken within a four-block radius, which might not seem like such a tough job in a picture-perfect location. Hawaii looks spectacular even on a bad day, and Venice adds instant drama to any shot – but an industrial park? Now there’s a challenge that flexes some [...]
Back in the 16th century, it wasn’t so hard to choose a text for your Passover seder: there were only 25 editions in print, and you’d be lucky to come by any one of them. But today an Amazon search yields more than 2,800 results for Haggadah, or “telling” of Jewish liberation from slavery described [...]
Below the roar of indie bands at South by Southwest this week, you might have heard a buzz as Mac users discovered BookSmart could drag and drop their photos directly from iPhoto into Blurb books. Musicians, filmmakers, and other creative Mac users raved about it to our staff – look for their books in our [...]
Now that I’ve gone all techno and traded in my CDs for iTunes, I have to admit it: I miss those liner notes. Without them, I’m at serious risk of publicly flubbing lyrics to some great song, developing crushes on musicians I’ve never even seen, and committing such heinous music-geek crimes as insisting the Sex Pistols’ [...]
Imagine crossing across an ocean patrolled by Nazi submarines all alone at age 13, fleeing the Bombing of Britain during World War II. If you survive, you plan to start a new life as a Canadian cowboy – only without the usual ten-gallon hat, and with little more than a one-pound note and a letter in your [...]
Like anyone who lived through the ’80s, I often wish my fashion crimes of yesteryear had been left unrecorded, or captured on some now-obsolete microfilm technology – just when I think all evidence has been destroyed, my sister dredges up another photograph of me in proto-punk spiderweb facepaint.
So for boldly daring to face the fashion [...]