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I ordered Paul Shaw's Subway and got a kick out of the envelope in which the book arrived. Paul's calligraphy of my name is delightfully amusing above the informal address. My favorite part, however, is the way Paul totally ignored the pre-printed label. Subway, an expansion of Paul's much-read essay in the AIGA, online mag, is newly-published in a limited edition.

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Why stop at Che? The guy on the subway was tickled to pose his carryall bag for me. If I were more energetic, I'd provide an image of the Marx Brothers all with the faces of Karl Marx (and the berets of Che).