CD-R…We Were Meant to Be

Check this out. A trashed CD-R was sitting in a neigbouring laneway for like two weeks. Every time I walked by I was like: “Oh, it’s still there. I’ll get a picture later.” And later came and went, or there were too many people waiting at the bus stop who would be freaked out by my actions, or the old Greek man who stares and doesn’t say Hello would be standing outside his place, just staring at me not saying Hello and it’d make me nervous. So two weeks pass and one morning I see the CD-R surrounded by a bunch of broken glass, like the windows of the apartment next door just decided to fall out and onto the ground. Then the next day, obviously someone cleaned up all the broken glass and peripheral trash, including the CD-R.

I was defeated, my completist nature felt the entire (and yet so half-assed) project was doomed until fate intervened. I guess the garbage bag tore and it’s contents spilled out onto the asphalt. I only had a moment, so I whipped out my camera and took this pic. I was walking with Neptune at the time, but I knew it was my last chance to get the shot, so the photo is not very well taken (one hand holding out the camera, the other holding Neptune’s hand tightly…I don’t think we even really stopped walking). Greek men and commuters just stood in AWE.

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THANK YOU, UNRELIABLE GARBAGE BAG!

CD-R, Plus.

So this piece of CD-R was sitting in the flower box outside the fire station for days, but I’ve always been too freaked about taking a picture of it because I’m intimidated by the firemen. Like what do I tell them if they asked me what I was doing? How could I possibly explain this project in a coherent way? Do I just give them a scrap of paper with a URL written on it? Then they would be in on it and heaven forbid anyone in my neighbourhood be in on it because that would sabotage the whole thing. Say goodbye to serindipitious randomosity (two words I’m not sure really exist).

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I also saw a piece of CD-R at the playgroud today, but I thought it was too far outside the radius to be included in my data. See the real predecessors here.

And while on the topic of CDs, I love this blurb about GOL from the Superb Live Blog. It makes my day.

Just a Shard of CDR

I’ve been putting these cement stones in the front so that when the garbage comes sweeping up the street, it just keeps on going past my house, with no weeds for it to get tangled in. Anyhow, since I haven’t seen a CD in a while, my eyes have been getting obsessively sharp for them. I found this sliver today:

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WHAT DOES IT SAY? “ISA…”

Does This Count?

While pulling out of the garage, Murray points out an abandonned CD in the alley. “Great,” I note, “I haven’t see one in a while. I’ll take a pic later today.” Thankfully, it is totally worthless and so it is still there in the evening. I find the CD on a window ledge, busted up, as usual. The problem is that when I turn it over, it is atcually a manufactured CD of WordPerfect for some ancient operating system. So does this count? I mean, the same questions remain – the how’s and who’s and why’s – but missing are the what’s: What’s on this CD? Well, outdated software. And that’s dead boring.

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Abandonned CDRs 2

Murray had a very good theory on the CDR thing. We have crackheads who every now and again like to break into cars. So they probably just grab everything they see, then toss away all the CDRs, since they can’t sell them for, well, crack. Then the street sweeper grinds them up the street a bit and voila!

Check out this one from yesterday:

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ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC

Abandonned CD-Rs

Found this one yesterday. In very bad condition.

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Why? Read Neighbourhood Phenomenon here.

Neighbourhood Phenomenon

Every few days, I will leave my house and somewhere on the sidewalk or in the alley I will find a scratched up CD or DVD (see photo), which I am assuming are mixes tossed out of the window of someone’s car. I have three reacations:

1) I wish they weren’t so destroyed – or chewed up as if Cookie Monster has had a go at them – so I could have a listen to these apparently disposable mixes. What kind of music is on there? Who makes these and picks out the titles?

2) Who would do that? I mean, do they launch it from their car while driving, or junk it into the gutter before a trip? Or is a neighbour just throwing them out the window of the building next door?

3) As if following some anthropological migratory pattern, how do they end up in the places they do? Like this morning’s was on our front step…how does a CD jump up a step? A chance wind? Also they must be “released into the wild” over night. Does the owner ever reget tossing them, hungover in the morning? And does the owner break them on purpose, to render them unlistenable, or is the damage a result of being carried blocks and blocks up the street?

Fascinating. I’m going to track them, and maybe one day get my own special on the Discovery Channel.

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C IS FOR COOKIE, IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME