Well, it's one of your few remaining summer Fridays (those of us in publishing do not know what to do with ourselves when these end, as pathetic and indolent as that is), so clearly your minds are numbed enough to deal with waking up to an image of the tree outside of Jonathan Safran Foer's brownstone. Or, as our friends at the Daily Intel are calling it, a "twee."
Yes, those are hands signing the American Sign Language alphabet and no, we don't have a fucking clue what to say, either. But lucky you, this is an open thread. So once you figure it out or have put enough Kahlua in your coffee that we won't know the difference, fire away in the comments.
Thank you for tuning in to this edition of Erica Fakes a Blog Vacation. We're aiming for more nudity in the next installment.