update on the ring made from a spoon, mentioned several entries ago: i am allergic to it. it made me more or less break out in very small hives. i went back to telegraph last sunday to try to track down spoon ring guy and exchange my ring (which is silver-plated) for one of the more expensive sterling silver ones. THE GUY WASN'T THERE. but i intend to keep returning until i find him. i feel very strongly about having a ring made from a spoon.

update on _forgetting sarah marshall_: better than _knocked up_. ROUGHLY on-par with _the 40-year-old virgin_, for me, but i can understand that others may feel differently.

update on the box of slightly damaged books: NO ONE ELSE HAS TAKEN ANY OF THEM. i go back like every day and take a few more, thinking, well, if no one else is going to take this, jeez...

update on feeling weird about leaving here and going home: my last day in the office will be 23 may; everyone i work with is sad to hear this. or at least they purport to be. also, i have made a list of things i want to do and see before i go. sample items include dining at two indian restaurants, going to telegraph hill in the city, and going to cafe fanny, the casual arm of the alice waters empire. all of this is doable.

PICTURE TIME!

o spoon ring, how i mourn you.


this is what an allergic reaction to metal looks like, dudes. in a poorly-focused digital photo.

and this is what i look like post-haircut (minor haircut) from the lhasa salon.