Coca-Cola's attempt to outwit those who would accuse them of corporate fascism worked like a charm: their Gen-X anti-product, O.K. Soda, bombed in such immediate garage-punk obscurity that few in their target audience ever knew it existed. Billed as a "unique, fruity soda" (alas, The Passenger never had a chance to sample it), the taste was inadvertently placed second to the packaging when the corporate giant asked "Eightball" creator Daniel Clowes to create a variety of original can designs. There's something disconcerting about seeing one of Clowe's sullen, forlorn teenaged mugs glaring at you from a beverage container; something curiously beautiful as well. No matter - Coke pulled the product, shamed by their attempt to go hardcore, and only this handsome, minimalist fan site marks its passing. All-righty, then.
 

Terrapindream takes the sometimes-grim raw material of Brooklynite Terry Baker's life and reconstitutes it as a hazy and attractive vision. Incorporating Baker's personal journal and artwork, this "appendage" to his life often reads like a dream, with sharp, extemporaneous prose detailing the artist's take on the beggars he encounters in the subway, neurosis in animals and his colorful, chaotic friend the Professor. Baker's ongoing story - the man's life! - is funny, touching and as close as the nose on your face: you feel like you know him after following his life for just a short time. His digital collage work adds immeasurably to what is already an embarrassment of riches: the breathtaking visage of the soul laid bare.