Elitist Commute-ist Hellist

The interchange between 80W to 880 collapsed on Sunday morning. 80 splits to 880 and 580E. Right at that split is where the overpass collapsed, and right at that split is where I take 580E to Hayward. Commute hell? probably..... I guess I'll find out today and on Thursday morning.

On Saturday night, I dragged my sister to a concert in the city. It looked like it had true potential, and I was excited to hear some new music. We ended up leaving early, but not early enough. I decided right then and there, that I do not really like algorithmic compositions. I have not yet heard a composition that I like which uses algorithms. We sat in the balcony during the second half of the concert so that we could see how many heads were faced parallel to the ground, still, silent, and asleep. During that time, I realized why no one goes to listen to classical music anymore. At least not NEW classical music. A composition based on an algorithm limits an audience. Only a handful of people understand it. No one else likes or understands it. From what I can see, this very elite handful of people are at universities, conservatories, and under rocks. Which means: 12 people at UC Berkeley, 9 people at Stanford, and ladee-dah... pointless to count. So, if there are only about 200 people in the world that listens to this, then, well, you see where I'm going with this? No one goes. No one gives a flying shit. Certainly, I didn't give a shit and had to leave before the last piece. I was hungry, sad, and bitchy. Maybe people just don't go to listen to classical music in general though. Whatever it is, I wouldn't blame them for not wanted to listen to a concert like this one. ALTHOUGH, I did like one piece very much. I thought it was engaging and it kept my interest. So, I did pay money for something.

On a yummy note, I ate at Poncho Villa in the Mission after the concert. That place is sooooo good. Never get a chance to get over there these days. I miss living in the city sometimes, but I do very much appreciate that I am living in my own home.