a fucking effigy

the globe and mail no longer has literary editors.  it is floating through literary life, unhinged.  there will, however, be improved product placement.

please note there will be a globe and mail montage-figure puppet in a business suit burning at my house, later this week.  anyone in?

PS   i hear Douglas Coupland is hawking furniture.

PPS  bento box escritoires.  we’ll throw some in the fire and burn them up too.

PPPS  hmmm, toxic smoke from the lacquer.  bring masks.

PPPPS  and liquor.  bring liquor.