[listening - the catherine wheel: judy staring at the sun.]

here's the latest crack cocaine: bananabix, whereby old weetabix is shrunken and stuffed with dried bananas, packing the already addictive soggy wheat with the flavour of bananas. hypnotic.

buddy bob aside, it looks like the world trade centre redesigns have been pared down to two choices: daniel libeskind's crystalline tower fragments and think's world cultural centre. i was hoping for gaudi's rediscovered rocketship-inspired building, designed back in 1908 for a location eeriely close to where the towers were. that, or the buffalo, which apparently failed some of the criteria of the planning committee, or all.

watching a co-worker's copy of the russian solaris on dvd. it's not often i see 1970s soviet cinema and i'm surprised to see non-industrial landscapes and lush farmlands. the bleak concrete poetry of moscow's roads do appear later, though, but it's important to realize that nature wasn't completely hacked off by communism. then again, the film keeps switching between black/white and colour randomly, which is confusing to my inner analyst.

maybe i'll lay off the cough syrup for a while.