Yesterday it was used books: ‘The Soft Machine’ – William S. Burroughs, ‘Cockpit’ – Jerzy Kosinski, The Stranger’ – Albert Camus(liked the newer translation I read recently from the library so much I immediately scarfed up the same edition when I saw it in the used bookstore for $1.50) and finally ‘Existentialism from Dostoevsky to Sartre’ – Walter Kaufmann(this one is already giving me brain strain).
Today was used BlueNote jazz CDs; ‘A Night at the Village Vanguard, Vol. 2’ – Sonny Rollins(1957), ‘Candy’ – Lee Morgan(1957), ‘Music from The Connection‘ – Freddie Redd(1960), ‘Let Me Tell You ’bout It’ – Leo Parker(1961) and a collection of previously unreleased tunes from the early/mid ’60s by a host of well know jazz players.
Since I was up in south Charlotte today I gave myself a treat at Starbucks but came away feeling confused. Most true hardcore coffee drinkers probably consider me a wimp for enjoying iced mochas or flavored lattes but at least they have large amounts of caffeine via the espresso shots they contain and and are also somewhat coffee colored. However, I saw someone drinking some sort of ice blended drink that looked like a normal ‘frap’ except it was PINK! No. No. No. Whipped cream, which even I avoid, is OK as a topping but ‘Pink’ should not be the color of any drink served in anyone’s coffee house. It looked like a friggin’ smoothie. Starbucks, you disappoint me.