My life by the contents of my bag, as of August 23, 2010
I did this last 3 years, 7 months and 11 days ago... let's do it again! (Okay, if I'm going to be completely forthright, I saw apple_pathways do this and went "Oh, that's always fun, and I do need to clean out my bag!")
(Things are listed in an approximately logical order, I think. Also pictured: evidence that I've been using the foam fold-out because it's been too freaking hot to sleep up in the loft.)
- Juraventaor Bag: The bag was brought back from Germany by a friend of mine who was studying abroad in Eichstätt. It has consistently proven to be entirely useless for groceries (though I still try sometimes). Since May or so it has been the bag I take my work clothes in and so, at the moment, it has my work shirt and a comb in it.
- Hrunting! My netbook. Its hard-drive is surprisingly empty, given the way I treat computers, but I've turned out to be just as weirdly-divisive with this as I was with my old paper notebooks. Hrunting only contains fiction, and back-ups of... erm... things I am writing/was writing fanfic for. My home laptop is for basically everything else. My theory is that by keeping these activities separate, I'll be more likely to actually sit down and use Hrunting for writing without getting distracted by the internets. (So far the theory is sound, but only in places where there isn't wireless. Which I think means the theory isn't sound at all.)
- Cell phone, recently scratched all to heck when I dropped it on the floor, stepped on it, and accidentally sent a blank text to Ryan North.
- A pack of gum. I think it's supposed to be wintergreen. It sort of is.
- $10.3875. One of those pennies is... somewhat incomplete. I have no idea why.
- A toonie.
- A Nazar, brought back from India by another friend.
- The bicyclist's equivalent of a swiss army knife. (Screwdriver/hex key tool.) My flat kit is currently in my laundry basket, and I'm sure that's going to end well.
- An assortment of cards, formerly rubber banded until I used the rubber band to keep my pants out of my bike's voracious chain and afterwards lost the rubber band. (Debit card, two credit cards (one un-activated), my health insurance card, CTA card, Active Transportation Alliance card, the card for the adjuster who handled the Stig's passing, my driver's license, two gift cards, and my library card.)
- Two bike locks, the larger of which actually saved Hrunting's life when I managed to topple over a power-washer hose in front of the concession stand between Shedd and the Field (not my proudest moment).
- Black fine-tip sharpie.
- Spoon, fork, biodegradable fork.
- Very beat-up pot of wax-based perfume. Grass-scented. (As if the biodegradable fork wasn't hippie enough for you.)
- A fortune. "Goods that are not shared are not goods."
- Two tiny post-it notes to myself (detail). One with a tiny sketch of the Stig flying a kite, the other with heavily shorthanded lines I didn't want to forget before I got home. (I tend to be paranoid that my notes will fall out in the office, so I figure it's better to write something like "Less ___ & wit, he'd call it O.Capture.S's.Heart" and hope that I remember what I meant rather than have to explain why I had a little yellow post-it that said "Were he a man of lesser wit and class he'd call it Operation Capture Sherlock's Heart.") If it wasn't obvious, the Stig one is very old and is still around because it's cute. The blatant Sherlock fanfic one is from today. There are worse lines in the notes on my iPod (generally written when I'm half asleep), but I'm limited to pen-and-post-it in the office due to an across-the-board ban on things that look like texting.
- Thumb drive. I think this has episodes of Doctor Who on it at the moment.
- Assorted empty gum wrappers and receipts. One bank receipt, shredded. (Dear Bank, Why do you like to print out the balance of all of my accounts? I don't need to know what I have in my savings when I withdraw $20!)
- A hair clip.
- One paper clip.
- A bent bit of metal.
- Lip gloss.
- Absent on picture day: a napkin, a small stack of sanitary products, my keys.
All in all... I'm surprised that it's not messier. It think the turn-over rate for my bag is much higher than it was for my backpack, though, because I constantly have to pack light. Normally my lunch container is in there as well, but mine suffered a bit of a microwave mishap today and I had to toss it. If I'd done this in the morning, it'd also contain a couple of peaches or plums. Also not pictured is my iPod, which usually rides in the raptor bag since I can't seem to listen to it while riding anymore.
Notice how every mundane object this time around gets an explanation, whereas most things in the old post had a story? Sigh. Adult life just isn't as much of an adventure, I guess. Or I'm doing it wrong. (I'm completely open to that interpretation, but there don't seem to be any instructions, so I'm doing the best I can under the circumstances.
(Things are listed in an approximately logical order, I think. Also pictured: evidence that I've been using the foam fold-out because it's been too freaking hot to sleep up in the loft.)
- Juraventaor Bag: The bag was brought back from Germany by a friend of mine who was studying abroad in Eichstätt. It has consistently proven to be entirely useless for groceries (though I still try sometimes). Since May or so it has been the bag I take my work clothes in and so, at the moment, it has my work shirt and a comb in it.
- Hrunting! My netbook. Its hard-drive is surprisingly empty, given the way I treat computers, but I've turned out to be just as weirdly-divisive with this as I was with my old paper notebooks. Hrunting only contains fiction, and back-ups of... erm... things I am writing/was writing fanfic for. My home laptop is for basically everything else. My theory is that by keeping these activities separate, I'll be more likely to actually sit down and use Hrunting for writing without getting distracted by the internets. (So far the theory is sound, but only in places where there isn't wireless. Which I think means the theory isn't sound at all.)
- Cell phone, recently scratched all to heck when I dropped it on the floor, stepped on it, and accidentally sent a blank text to Ryan North.
- A pack of gum. I think it's supposed to be wintergreen. It sort of is.
- $10.3875. One of those pennies is... somewhat incomplete. I have no idea why.
- A toonie.
- A Nazar, brought back from India by another friend.
- The bicyclist's equivalent of a swiss army knife. (Screwdriver/hex key tool.) My flat kit is currently in my laundry basket, and I'm sure that's going to end well.
- An assortment of cards, formerly rubber banded until I used the rubber band to keep my pants out of my bike's voracious chain and afterwards lost the rubber band. (Debit card, two credit cards (one un-activated), my health insurance card, CTA card, Active Transportation Alliance card, the card for the adjuster who handled the Stig's passing, my driver's license, two gift cards, and my library card.)
- Two bike locks, the larger of which actually saved Hrunting's life when I managed to topple over a power-washer hose in front of the concession stand between Shedd and the Field (not my proudest moment).
- Black fine-tip sharpie.
- Spoon, fork, biodegradable fork.
- Very beat-up pot of wax-based perfume. Grass-scented. (As if the biodegradable fork wasn't hippie enough for you.)
- A fortune. "Goods that are not shared are not goods."
- Two tiny post-it notes to myself (detail). One with a tiny sketch of the Stig flying a kite, the other with heavily shorthanded lines I didn't want to forget before I got home. (I tend to be paranoid that my notes will fall out in the office, so I figure it's better to write something like "Less ___ & wit, he'd call it O.Capture.S's.Heart" and hope that I remember what I meant rather than have to explain why I had a little yellow post-it that said "Were he a man of lesser wit and class he'd call it Operation Capture Sherlock's Heart.") If it wasn't obvious, the Stig one is very old and is still around because it's cute. The blatant Sherlock fanfic one is from today. There are worse lines in the notes on my iPod (generally written when I'm half asleep), but I'm limited to pen-and-post-it in the office due to an across-the-board ban on things that look like texting.
- Thumb drive. I think this has episodes of Doctor Who on it at the moment.
- Assorted empty gum wrappers and receipts. One bank receipt, shredded. (Dear Bank, Why do you like to print out the balance of all of my accounts? I don't need to know what I have in my savings when I withdraw $20!)
- A hair clip.
- One paper clip.
- A bent bit of metal.
- Lip gloss.
- Absent on picture day: a napkin, a small stack of sanitary products, my keys.
All in all... I'm surprised that it's not messier. It think the turn-over rate for my bag is much higher than it was for my backpack, though, because I constantly have to pack light. Normally my lunch container is in there as well, but mine suffered a bit of a microwave mishap today and I had to toss it. If I'd done this in the morning, it'd also contain a couple of peaches or plums. Also not pictured is my iPod, which usually rides in the raptor bag since I can't seem to listen to it while riding anymore.
Notice how every mundane object this time around gets an explanation, whereas most things in the old post had a story? Sigh. Adult life just isn't as much of an adventure, I guess. Or I'm doing it wrong. (I'm completely open to that interpretation, but there don't seem to be any instructions, so I'm doing the best I can under the circumstances.