Back in college, we traded and cataloged mixes, a new theme every week. Tapes were retro then, but now the discs themselves are obsolete. I still keep a spindle of blanks, still stack together 80 minutes for road trips or special occasions. But I miss the regularity of sharing a stream of songs with other people. I'll try to reclaim that. Here's my first offering, a dark loop through February, what Antonya Nelson calls "the slim month of misery."