Sometimes things mysteriously appear on my desk. For instance, I’ve got this six inch metal statue made up of nuts and bolts, odd pieces of pipe and some pretty hefty wire. It’s shaped into kind of a “robot-meets-the tin-man dude” (I guess it’s a dude) with a three-stringed guitar. It’s been here for years. And I have absolutely no idea how it got here.

So a few weeks ago, I come in, and “wah-laaa” another item has appeared on my desk. But this time, at least I’ve got an inkling of what it’s for. People send CDs in to the paper all the time. But this one had no extra note, no press release, no link to a myspace page, no poster, nothing. It looked like any old random CD you would find in the bargain bin. And I had no idea who put it there.