Tag Archives: stuff


Grab the last cup of coffee. Jealous that the burner on the stove has done its job and gets to take the rest of the day off.

Check my phone for emergency emails. Envious of the charger that just gets to hang out the rest of the afternoon.

I pass the pictures in the hallway. Resentful of the fact that my poor man’s artwork gets to just hang around, day after day.

I see the smoker perched in the backyard. I think of it just sitting there in the sunshine all afternoon, taking in the view and waiting for the next round of pork products and apple wood.

Off to work. To read and write. Where I’ll sit at my desk and worry about being busy until I return to my lazy home, full of my beloved, lazy stuff.

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , ,

Soft announcement.

Back when I was a dumb kid, I dropped out of architecture school, sold most of my stuff and moved to Oakland, CA. It was my first attempt to leave the Midwest behind and it was short-lived. Now, with slightly more support from my family, the west coast relocation plan has been initiated a second time.

With roughly 30 days to get everything in order, I’m reminded that major life changes are never quite as riveting as you imagine they’ll be. Logistics interrupt the sensation of excitement and planning quickly turns the unknown into blatant reality. The fuzzy fantasy is suddenly under harsh fluorescent bulbs.

What am I going to do with this ___________?

Why do I own this ___________?

Do I really want to carry this ___________ up thirteen flights of stairs?

17 years ago my approach was simple. I made sure I had my music and my clothes. Today, as the owner of three cars, two BBQ grills and a house full of furniture, I think I need to summon my inner 19-year-old and apply to same logic to this move. Take what matters most and leave the rest behind. Sell it. Gift it. Leave it on peoples’ desks at work while they’re out of town on vacation. After all, I still believe today what I learned back then—it’s just stuff. And as un-American as it sounds, stuff does not define a person as much as it seems to weigh them down.

SF Garages

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

Friendly lender.

Contrary to what Capitalism has tried to teach me and the fact that I work in advertising, I’ve never believed in owning lots of stuff. However, our survival in the lower Midwest has required that I buy a few things that I rarely use but I’m glad to have. An extension ladder, for example. A spare push mower (long story). Or a car battery charger.

The best part isn’t necessarily having these things around when I need them, it’s having them on hand when other people can put them to good use. Earlier this week my spare mower went to a lawn in need and just last night my battery charger was whisked away in an attempt to bring an old car back to life. The lawn was saved, but I’m not sure the battery situation is going to work out so well. The point here is that I have a few things down in the basement that could make life’s little pains-in-the-ass a bit easier to deal with.

Now the question is whether I get any my stuff back. Stay tuned for chapter two.

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,