Chronicling my expenditures makes me realize that I don’t “go shopping” very much, and when I do buy stuff, it’s generally online.

As I was knuckling down to work earlier today, I did something I’m prone to do — clicked on iTunes and trolled for some new music to download and listen to while working.

It was a mindless gesture. Buying a CD didn’t even cross my mind. I haven’t purchased one in I can’t remember how long. I know there are a handful of locally owned CD stores. Clay Scales’ announcement that 52.5 Records is closing down for good (last day Oct. 23) was sad news, but I have to admit, my habits contributed to his demise. And my habits are due to the seismic shift that took place in the music industry half a decade ago.

I mean, I have boxes of scratched up CDs that date back to the ’90s taking up space in my closets. I don’t want a CD in hand. I could care less about liner notes. And now that Pandora exists, I rarely even download any more. I can plug into a channel according to my mood and listen away.

But, I still feel guilty. I should have made an effort. I should have driven across town to Monster (or is Cat’s still open over here on James Island), or swung by 52.5, and I should have wandered through the stacks and flipped through the disks and found something new to listen to.

Instead, I did took the easy route and dispatched my money through the ether to Cupertino, Cali. (with a very convenient one-click of the mouse), and now I have a $7.99 collection of tracks from an Atlanta band (The Constellations) that I only marginally like. If I’d bought that CD, at least I’d have something to sell back.

This buying local thing might be harder than I originally thought, especially when you consider how entrenched certain habits are.

Other purchases from Wed./Thurs.: a large pizza from Cibo’s (locally owned pizza joint on James Island), two tickets to the Lowcountry Field Feast in Nov. (benefiting Lowcountry Local First), and four tickets for paddling on Shem Creek on Sunday morning (to benefit Mt. Pleasant Land Conservancy). Maybe I can be forgiven my $8 sin.