So, I usually lug about a hefty old Russell Athletics bag that I’ve had for countless years, and even got stolen, and found it’s way back to me. It’s loaded down heavy, probably due to it’s size with all sorts of crap.
Today I replaced it with a smaller bag, which can’t carry even half of what my old bag can. That’s a good thing, I think.
I pile through the crap I had in my old one, and very little makes it through to the new smaller bag. My Asus Eee is a given, my trusty writing implement of choice. Writing journal. Pencil and replacement leads. Gloves (black), ’cause it’s cold down here. A copy of the Hagakure. My iPod cable (I don’t have a charging cable, so that’s it). My wallet (because the chain is broken on it, plus it doesn’t carry anything of real value outside of a stack of various cards). A stack of notes that pertain to a close friends RPG setting (including carefully transcribed maps).
That’s all that in there for now. Now what crap is left in my old bag that I consider essential and need dragging around with me?
A scarf. Long like Tom Baker of Doctor Who fame, knitted for me by former colleagues (a treasured possession actually, but too big to fit in the new bag). A PSP, charger cable and long life battery. Erm. Haven’t fired that one up for many a month. A USB cable for my cellphone. Wireless headphone for my cellphone. A folding, waterproof keyboard (I kid you not). A few odd letters. Disprins. Eye drops. A red bandanna I used to use to keep my mostly shaved head from getting burnt (I haven’t cut my hair for about 5-6 years).
So, it might be true about a woman and their handbag, but hell, I’ve seen enough guys hauling around bags that I’m sure they can’t do without. As a writer, and a general technophile, there’s just a small stock of stuff I can’t do without. What’s in your bag, baby?