I have been struggling trying to decide whether or not I should continue to blog. I am really busy lately and I mostly have felt like my commentary was as useless as the next knucklehead. James and Cote pretty much convinced me I should keep it going even if I am not talking about open source all the time. As I drove to the office this morning I was invigorated to write some stuff no matter how meaningless. To For those of you familiar with SF. I usually drive up Geary and cut down Gough to Golden Gate to 8th St to get to Folsom (far less complicated then it sounds) which takes you through the Tenderloin.I’m driving along eating a muffin and drinking a much needed cup of Peets and get stuck at the Golden Gate/Larkin stoplight. I take the opportunity to jam the rest of the muffin in my face and look to my right and notice a beatup Oldsmo-buick. There seemed to be some kind of ruckus in the front seat so I turned down the music (the new Queens of the Stone Age) and was able to catch this snippet of city living: “Bitch, give me my money. You owe me $40.” I wasn’t really sure what I should do—was it a pimp thing? Perhaps someone he needed to pay for Windows Vista? Maybe $40 was what it would take to get a new iPod? Ultimately I choose to believe that he wanted $40 so that he could buy lots of muffins. After a bit of further yelling things calmed down. The driver noticed me looking over (muffin still crammed in my craw) and said “have a nice day” as he made a left and I went straight. In light of this incident I must demand that all readers immediately send me $40 or a basket of muffins. In return I will provide you with muffins and/or other baked goods the next time you are in San Francisco. Open Source