One eyeglass case, Guess!, containing one pair of glasses with Ray-Ban Clubman frames, broken.
One "Future — Concord Regional Library" mug filled to the brim with paperclips and a staple remover.
One eyeglass case, Timberland, containing one pair of Timberland glasses, worn.
One copy, "Making Comics: Storytelling Secrets of Comics, Manga and Graphic Novels" by Scott McCloud.
One copy, "Easy Riders, Raging Bulls," by Peter Biskind, on loan from the Berkeley Public LIbrary
One copy, "Gynomite: Fearless Feminist Porn," edited by Liz Belile.
One copy, "Stranger Than Fiction: The Shooting Script," by Zach Helm.
One copy, "The Ambient Century: From Mahler to Moby — The Evolution of Sound in the Electronic Age," by Mark Prendergast.
One copy, "The Weblog Handbook: Practical Advice on Creating and Maintaining your Blog," by Rebecca Blood.
One copy, "Vox: A Novel," by Nicholson Baker.
One copy, "Saved!" DVD, on loan from a co-worker, slightly superceded by a recent movie and made quaint by recent events.
One copy, "Donnie Darko: The Director's Cut" DVD and one copy of "The Virgin Suicides" DVD, frightfully late in being returned to Netflix.
Two BART farecards, one containing $4.60 and found in a farecard machine at the Lake Merritt station, the other containing $17.85 and purchased at Lake Merritt station.
One button, small, pink, advertising Abazab.com, which let a friend go from employment and can hence go expire in a burning lake of fire.
One Qwik-Tune auto guitar and bass tuner, used, sturdy
One Logitech mm55 iPod portable desktop speaker system, lightly used, currently playing songs from the "Marie Antoinette" soundtrack, one of several thoroughly enjoyable things about the movie currently in finer theaters near you.
One M. Hohner Chrometta 8 harmonica, used.
One key-tumbler padlock, purchased from Public Storage.
One Epson printer, aging gracefully and only occasionally pressed into service.
One small plastic bottle of Clobex topical lotion.
One small sleeve of 37-cent American-flag U.S. Postal Service stamps, unused.
One Canadian dime, struck in 1989, one of several anni horribili in my personal calendar.
One empty wineglass, in dire need of a refill, perhaps after consumption of a Berkeley Bowl chicken, black bean, cheese and salsa burrito cooling its heels in the kitchen fridge.