This morning I was thinking about all the stuff I lug around in my backpack. It’s so heavy that I lean when I carry it like Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.
I have paper copies of Blankets, the graphic novel, and Groundswell the book by Forrester on social networking.
I have my Kindle with an electronic copy of Groundswell and books on the Open Source Revolution. I actually love my Kindle because it is so easy to make notes and underline things which you can access quickly to double check a reference.
I have a paper copy of the UCLA Extension Winter Schedule. I don't think I will take a class this quarter since I am still recovering from last semester’s work load.
I have extra thumb drives and pens and paper along with my check book and check register. An interesting thing about the check register, is I don't use it anymore instead I rely on mobile banking to check my balance.
I have bills I need to pay and some like solicitations from Heal the Bay and Surfrider, I don't have to pay, but want to, to help the environment.
I have two recent copies of Wired in my backpack and the most recent copy of The Surfers Journal. In many ways, my backpack is a microcosm of my life and the things I care about for work and recreation. I need a digital frame so I can carry photos of my wife and kids in my backpack, since they are the most important thing in my life.
