You’d think the editor of a brand new mag would want the first story in her first issue to be pretty special, particularly a magazine that promises stories that are “memorable because they skew your normal train of thought.” But the first story in “Intangible” is basically just a list of funny things people might turn into — kettles, blenders, Winnie the Pooh, packs of gum, Sno-Cones, Dizzy Gillespie. Except there are a couple of paragraphs explaining why people are actually turning into these things: “Just remember that everything in the universe is made from combinations of atoms — everything that matters, anyway. Atoms and molecules.” Sounds like something my eight-year-old son said the other day. Later in the issue we get a story called “Cars Swing”, in which a car comes to life each night and drives itself down to the Gas Bar A-Go-Go to hang out with other cars that come alive every night — sort of a 60s-flavoured melodrama with cars instead of people. There is some good stuff in here. Not much, but some. “Alouette” by Wes Smiderle is a frightening and wonderful adolescent cold war tale. “And What I Dream” is a pretty great story about an artist named Nancy who keeps cutting herself open to see what she’s got inside. And there’s a weird poem about how you can use a stapler to control a loved one. (KS)