so, did they ever go through with that face transplant?

i can't believe they'd been stalling for over a decade because of ethical qualms.

i feel like a timid rodent poking it's nose out of its warren. "is it safe to come out? are they really blogging agin? is this just a ruse?"

i guess i'm sposed to check in about local weather as per protocol: typical SF fall. maritime fog has diminished to being only an occasional annoyance. sunny and mild every day. achingly clear skies. all i want to do is ride the bike. don't worry, the rains of november are coming.

my thumb is starting to feel better; i can shift now without pain. i wiped out on my bike almost 2 weeks ago. the "break your fall with your hands" reflex kicked in, which is good; but the hand (just the right one) got pretty banged up. may have broken the thumb, who knows. didn't go to the ER or anything.

i'm prolly gonna buy a rehab bike today with a big basket on the front so i can take my cat to the park with me (now i have to put her in the kitty carrier, which is a pain). actually, the new bike phenom are these junk bike shops where they rescue throwaway bikes from the waste stream and rehab them to sell to young urbanites. or, you go to the shop, tell em what you're looking for, pick out a junk bike frame hanging on the wall, and they cobble together the beater bike of your dreams from an assortment of new and used parts. usually for between $200 and $400. But unlike traditional used bike shops, which are run by crusty old retired guys, the new breed are run by heavily pierced and tattooed young retired mike messengers.

i always wanted to go to professional bike mechanics school (yes, they exist) so i can put bikes together from scratch (i could maybe do it with my present skills, but it would be a horribly painful mistake-ridden process).

in other news, Google wants to give the entire city free WiFi. sweet.

i go sky diving next Saturday. woo-hoo!