The word ‘stuff’. Personally, I love this word. It conjures up so many boyhood memories. I had a university professor in astronomy that used to use this word a lot. ‘Star stuff’. There is a really cool online store called ‘Zappos’ that has models demo’ing computer bags. You can take a Tumi bag and fill it with your stuff. I like that…stuff…
Curious on the actual definition, I looked up the word.
**stuff |stʌf| noun
1 matter, material, articles, or activities of a specified or indeterminate kind that are being referred to, indicated, or implied:
2 the basic constituents or characteristics of something or someone:**
Not exactly the most romantic definition. But definitions, by definition, are usually not exciting…hmmm..
So what does the word stuff convey? It’s an informal word; for example you probably wouldn’t hear the word used by high browed socialites or brits…(just kidding, about the socialites, that is!)
Stuff can mean anything to anyone. But to me (cos its my blog) it means anything I can shove into my jean pockets or my computer bag. Keys, phone, chapstick, pieces of paper, small rocks and shells from the beach. You name it. Oh yes, money, if I have it. Stuff, after-all, is just stuff. I love stuff. Not things, but stuff. My stuff. If you see my desk at home, its got stuff on it, stuff that would normally be in my pockets. Except, of course, for my desk lamp.
When I was a practicing geologist, I had the coolest stuff in my pockets and backpack. Little pocket knives, streak plates, bottles of chemicals, rocks, sand, mineral identification books, writing notebooks, you name it, I had it somewhere on me. Stuff.
These days, I have my iPod nano, pocket Moleskine or Rite-in-the rain… mobile phone, ear buds. My iPad if I carry my backpack. Oh, and my wallet, sometimes with actual money…
I love my stuff, but mostly I love saying “stuff”. Stuff, stuff, stuff…its a really cool word. Conveys so much in so little space. Everyone has their stuff. We are all unique this way. Same but different.
So what stuff do you carry? How do you carry it? Do you have organized stuff or chaotic stuff, like me. Structured chaos. My stuff is important, to me, only. No one bothers with my stuff. Know what I mean?
See you around…