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   Wednesday, November 13, 2002

I'M AFRAID OF MY CEREAL

There's a scene in David Cronenberg's version of "The Fly" in which Geena Davis eats a piece of steak that's been passed through an experimental "matter transporter." She spits the meat out, however, because it tastes "wrong." Apparently, something gets lost in the translation when the machine beamed the beef from one point to another. Creepy foreshadowing ensues.

I thought of this scene during my breakfast this morning as I ate a bowl of Kellogg's "Red Berries Special K." This new cereal features slices of dehydrated strawberries but, while they look like strawberries and even taste like strawberries, there's something disturbingly synthetic about them. I've no reason to doubt the box when it shrieks "REAL strawberries" but, like that Cronenberg steak, something got lost in the trip from field to table.