we just saw the world awaits, about nuclear annihilation, and if that's the film we come up with in the face of annihilation, perhaps we deserve to be atomized. maybe our atoms can come up with something more aesthetically pleasing if not intelligent life. for the first time i really felt sorry for noam chomsky, though i think they spared him tis a gift to be simple as background music though i'm not sure if it was only bad bongos, or kumbaya or morning has broken sung with the subtlest wince of artificial pathos by some guy from church. by the end i was having a bad reaction, wanting to eat yellow cake and do a totentanz around the bedroom. i told r. we are now 99 minutes closer to death or midnight, whichever may come first.

it's just a matter of time...