Much about bones / 1-2-3 a baby buggy

Since the mid sixties, Bernd and Hilla Becher have been cataloguing industrial buildings. Their work is entirely hypnotic, akin to some odd woodcut taxonomy of plants, or early Kraftwerk rendered as a photograph. It's also entirely alien.

A bit odd, therefore, to discover one had pottered about the remains of a site they'd visited in 1965. Yesterday's pottering was somewhere else again, and you can see the photos here, if you've a mind to be interested in that sort of thing (2Mb of pictures. abandoned pits, dams, tunnels, sheep bones, drained reservoirs in the Ballard style).

My own photos will turn up in about six months when I remember to take them down to the chemist.

I am sitting in a room...

Not a useful and productive day; I could have got more done if I'd stopped home in bed. Meanwhile, the greater mass of humanity took every possible opportunity to make me think ill of them.

On the other and much more pleasant hand, I've happened upon 'Rossz Csillag Allat Szuletett' by Venetian Snares, and it's exactly the sort of random racket I need right now. An angular drum & bass merchant jamming with the Balanescus. A marvellous and unlikely noise. More like that, please.