I Think It's Your Mind

One of my big vacation projects has been to at last deal with the creepy-crawlie CD collection. As anyone who knows me well will tell you, I own entirely too many compact discs. Well. I don't think it's too many. The problem, though, is that I own too many crappy compact discs and own and display too many that are mediocre. So, I've been spending some time on each day of my vacation sorting through my CDs. Sad, right? Well, we'll see. I just traded a big stack of 'em at Orpheus. The man gave me $30 store credit, and I blew nearly all of it on one LP. It was the first thing I saw when I walked into the store, and I nearly dropped to the floor when I saw it. Frank Zappa's Only In It For The Money. He wanted $25 for it, and it's worth every dime. This is an album that must be heard on vinyl. And this one is MINT. Unfortunately for my housemates, I can't listen to this record without singing along. Wah wah wah wah. Other titles collected via my remaining $5 from the $1 vinyl bin:

• Sesame Street, Original Cast Record
• The Best of Bill Cosby
• The Best of Bob Newhart
• The Button-Down Mind of Bob Newhart

As per my bargain with myself before I left this afternoon, whatever Mr. Orpheus didn't take would go straight to Goodwill. And, they did. Reading out, baby! So today was a good day. I got my hair cut. I tracked down three new excellent recipes at the libary that I intend to try. I wandered around aimlessly through Barnes and Noble. I wandered aimlessly through the Container Store and purchased something that I think will help me create an excellent hPDA. Then I had the tomato salad and a pupusa at Mexicali Blues. Then, I went up the street to make my trade. There will even come a time when you can take your clothes off when you dance.