I’m not from New England but I completely belong here. I was happy to be sent to a conference in San Francisco because it had been five years since I’d seen my SF friends, but California makes me uncomfortable. It’s too big, there aren’t enough subways and I’m suspicious of season-less climates. On the other hand, five years is too long to go between Mission burritos. My other culinary requirement when visiting the West Coast is usually sushi but this time I did not get the opportunity.

My corporate expense report will include both a $25 in-room breakfast and a $3 slice of pizza from the club district in SOMA. That seems about right.

I’ll be back again next month, incongruously enough, for O’Reilly’s Foo Camp. I’ll miss my dog and probably won’t get sushi then either.

On the way home I read David Crystal’s The Fight for English, a response to Eats, Shoots & Leaves by Lynne Truss (which I found tiresome). Although Crystal is explicitly not a language prescriptivist, he did remind me that I use too many commas. I hope you enjoy this post which contains fewer of them than I would have included otherwise.

I hate the Skybar but I like taking pictures and I’m a good girlfriend.

Honest Bob and the Factory-to-Dealer Incentives, May 10, 2007:

Salad greens:

Minty mojito:

It’s 64F now, 8pm and still sunny. I’m on the deck drinking a beer (pictured). It’s a Dogfish Head Indian Brown Ale. For dinner I had a regular burrito with black beans, rice, guacamole and hot salsa.

It’s quiet back here except for some squirrels rustling the trees, distant car traffic, and assorted birds. I have my laptop and a clear wireless signal. I had another perfect commute with my new bike, and when I got home I walked the dog for an hour and now she is very tired.

I got a notice in the mail that my jury duty service was cancelled. The sun is finally setting. It’s still warm.