Instead of a purse, I have been opting to carry my convertible backpack around with me. As you can sort of tell from the picture, it clips to my bike (see it now?) and has straps like seat belts (you can’t really tell from the picture, so just imagine).
Here is the stuff I’ve been toting around in there.
I got the computer for graduation and haven’t been able to leave it home since. I feel like it is a perfect-and-fragile sliver of technology that has been bestowed unto me, that I must keep close to me at all times in case a brilliant blog post should occur to me or a gust of wind should blow. Mostly the latter.
The day after graduation I looked around and grabbed every book I wanted to read. It was glorious! I ended up with ten books in my backpack and feeling like the world’s most powerful pleasure reader…for two days. After that I realized that carrying around pounds of books was really not that different from being in school. Also, I lost one of them (Girls to the Front, which is so good. I saw the author do a reading of it, and she does the best Kathleen Hanna impression, no lie) and realized I couldn’t keep up with that many books at a time.
I narrowed it down to three.
Nobody belongs here more than you just happens to be the first book I read after graduating from high school. Weird. It’s a collection of short stories. Miranda July is a comedic genius, but I hesitate to say that because the stories are not really ha-ha funny; they’ll probably make you sad. Actually, you’ve probably already read them so you know whatever. I like reading them on the bus because somehow they are always the perfect length, and I have never missed my stop.
I took Ordinary People off the shelf because I thought it was made into a movie starring Ellen Page and Sarah Jessica Parker, and isn’t reading a novel then watching its movie adaptation the summeriest thing ever? Being able to partake of both suggests copious amounts of freeee tiiiiime. Turns out the Ellen Page SJP movie is Smart as opposed to Ordinary. However, this book has been adapted into a movie—-an Oscar-winning film directed by Robert Redford. I hear Mary Tyler Moore is one of the protagonists! Am I the only twenty-two year-old who aspires to be MTM? I hope not. MTM > SJP! I finished the book last night and deem it an enjoyable read that uses exclamation marks in a 70s fashion. I can’t wait to see how this translates to the screen! It is likely terrible! But it won an Oscar! Oh, who knows! (Like that.)
And finally, rose by inga muscio. I first encountered this book when I helped bring her to speak at my school last year. She read aloud from it; my heart swelled. I started reading the book itself over winter break (after giving it to my significant other who let me borrow it after he was done), but then school started. I haven’t really re-started reading it, so I can’t say anything particularly specific about it, which is totally apt considering its subject matter. It is about passive violence in our society + the rest of the world and how to break the cycle. I’m excited to continue reading it and will likely post a quote from it sometime soon because I don’t think I can do it justice any other way.
The other thing you see pictured is my new tube of marionberry lip balm. The internet does not even recognize ‘marionberry’ as a word and that is because marionberries are like the designer purse dogs of the berry world. The marionberry was invented at Oregon State University. Since I am leaving Portland for good at the end of the summer, I figure I should cultivate some nostalgia for this Oregon staple. From what I know, it is either a blackberry/raspberry hybrid or a hybrid of two types of blackberries. Regardless, there is not much difference taste-wise between itself and the blackberry except that it has an Old Hollywood name, and I have only been able to find marionberry jam at the airport.