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alley karma
Monday, July 9 2001
When I came home from work this evening, I found Gretchen had my room all organized into little piles, like the cover of Ummagumma (a Pink Floyd album), the one where all the rock and roll music equipment is sorted as if by a schizophrenic. We spent the entire evening going through these piles and packing their constituents into boxes.
At a certain point we started sipping on Jameson Whiskey and later on we even smoked stale Marlboro cigarettes out on the front stoop. Every now and then we made a run to the alley with an armload of stuff: here a shitty printer, there a crappy scanner, a pile of clothes I never wear, and crappy little polymer-wood Ikea tables John had bought. Most of this stuff was scooped up by alley-pickers very quickly. It felt good to be giving back so generously to the gods of the alley. It's all about karma, alley karma. If you are generous to the alley when you can be generous to the alley, the alley will provide in your hour of need.
The only disappointing thing about tonight's packing was the realization that three or four of my favorite CDs have vanished. I still have the crystalline cases, but I don't have the CDs. The casualties include Ween's White Pepper and two albums by Sugar. I think these missing CDs somehow found their way into John's CD album, the big black plastic thing he keeps in his car. The problem with modern CDs is that many of them lack any indication of who the album and/or artist is, and once they're separated from their cases, they drift about as colorful, circular, rainbow-casting unknowns. This is probably the intention of record companies, since the more easily CDs become lost the more that are sold. It's yet another reason to justify widespread piracy. Why should I have to keep buying the same CD over and over again? I own the license when I buy the first copy!
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