Sigh. There’s something about getting a new passport that makes me a little sad. A decade, in border stamps and short-term visas, now invalid. A photo that’s me, ten years younger. I just got mine processed at the U.S. Embassy here in Prague, which was decidedly more pleasant and painless than getting it done in SF.
At least they let you keep the old one as a memento, albeit with holes punched through it.
It seems that in any passport I’m issued, however, my photo will always make me look like a little kid who just farted.
The new passport photo is still dumb, but looks less…caffeinated, at least. And passport control officers won’t laugh at me as much.