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...publisher of Rolling Stone magazine vehemently denied that print media was becoming obsolete before a crowd of eager students yesterday afternoon. “Let’s talk about the idea that print is dead,” the publisher, William Schenk, said. “I think it’s ridiculous.” While many periodicals have gone through a difficult period, Schenk said that magazines would ultimately survive because of their tactile nature. “When you put a beautiful glossy advertisement in a magazine, it creates an emotional connection that no other media...

Author: By Kate A Borowitz, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Rolling Stone: “Voice of Change” | 4/15/2009 | See Source »

...fallen ad man, Michael Migliozzi, founder of the ad agency, says simply: "Maybe it has come full circle with folks pointing out that the ShamWow guy needs to get some SoulWow." After all, he notes, "It was Jesus who said, 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sham-Huh? The Church's Infomercial | 4/14/2009 | See Source »

Some of you might have been traipsing about yesterday with baskets of cute little eggs hanging from your arms, enjoying the day that Jesus Christ rose from the dead after three days in that stone tomb. Or, some of you may have been sorta dead, bloody, and rancid...

Author: By Esther I. Yi | Title: Square of the Living Dead | 4/13/2009 | See Source »

...hotel in the Swiss commune of Vals. He set the building into a hillside and fashioned the interiors as spare boxes of concrete and gneiss, with slot skylights positioned to admit light just so. Everything was pared away that would distract from the elemental experiences of stone and water, light and darkness, heat and cold, even silence. As he put it: "Our spa is no fun fair...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Swiss Minimalist Peter Zumthor Wins Architecture Prize | 4/12/2009 | See Source »

...cubic foot sandbag - put up for that purpose. Then we hit a creek, and followed it down about 500 meters through holly, oak and cedar forest. The creek bed was solid rock in places, smoothed by water into a taffy ribbon of undulating striped granite. We passed stone houses tucked into the riverine curves, their stilt-supported balconies jutting into the void. We glimpsed flashes of bright pink as the women ducked into doorways when we passed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Ambushed in Afghanistan: A Reporter Under Fire | 4/11/2009 | See Source »

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