Yesterday I went into SF with a math friend to bike across the Golden Gate bridge. We had a nice ride, then stopped for a bite in Sausalito and took the ferry back. Throughout, I kept saying to myself, 'I still can't believe I actually live here.'

In the evening I went with John and his roommate to a party hosted by some Stanford kids in the Sunset. I was just walking about minding my own business when some kid pointed at me and said, 'Hey, you went to Harvard and took Linguistics 120 in Spring 2000!' I was a bit taken aback, but couldn't deny the accusation. Later that night I met someone who said, 'Hey, you were my TF for linear algebra!' Fortunately it was for the class in which I didn't get a letter from the dean regarding my poor CUE ratings.