NP: John Cage, 4'33"

I'm taking advantage of my roommate being out of town and being somewhat underscheduled to finally go through some of these things I've accumulated over time. For some reason I can't quite explain, I had a drawer filled almost exclusively with empty cassette tape cases.

Not cassettes, mind you. Just cases.

Now, why would I do that? In some bizarre bout of wishful thinking, I suspect that I thought that, some time down the line, I would match up all the misfit cases with all the actual misfit cassettes in the next drawer. Except, to be "wishful thinking," one would assume it would have to be something you would actually wish for.

Anyway, all unlabeled tapes have been tossed. All extra cases have been tossed. All tapes of things I have on CD have been tossed. It wouldn't have been too extreme to just toss all the tapes, but I can't just jettison 35 years of collecting nearly everything in a weekend.

The upshot of going through the tapes is that I found my "series" of mix tapes that I made late in high school and early in college, and may start posting the track lists.

Because you don't think I'm a big enough asshole geek already.