I’m headed to Seattle tonight for a quick screening of The Nines. I’m packing almost nothing: my iPhone, my Kindle, toiletries and a change of undies. Over the past year, I’ve found I am packing less and less, to the point that it’s become a sport to see how little I can get by with. It’s like urban survivalism.
It even has its own subcultures: I’ve become an adherent of bundle wrapping.
Part of my packing-light buzz is probably a reaction to having a child, because particularly with infants, there’s just so much crap you have to carry with you. When you leave them at home, you’re eager to ditch the luggage as well.
](http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0307346617?ie=UTF8&tag=johnaugustcom-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0307346617)As I’ve [mentioned before](http://johnaugust.com/archives/2007/at-the-gates-of-paramount), screenwriters spend an inordinate amount of time thinking and talking about zombie invasions, so it was high time I read Max Brooks’s
](http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/159448306X?ie=UTF8&tag=johnaugustcom-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=159448306X)Sloane Crosley’s
](http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1933648449?ie=UTF8&tag=johnaugustcom-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1933648449)The last book of my trip was Derek Haas’s 

