Little snag in tagging the quartet:  One of the violinists thinks he likes Redwood String Quartet better.  I'm not entirely sure what we have in common with redwoods.  All I know is that they're big and, frankly, we aren't.  At the same time, it doesn't sound that bad.  After all, we can't expect to collectively resonate with something like a tree. 

Went to San Francisco State University today to meet with someone who wants music at his outdoor grad fair.  The 28 Bus sucks.  Waited forty-five minutes.  Going there didn't make any sense, either, even though he really wanted to meet in person.  I tried to insinuate there was nothing we couldn't discuss over the phone, but apparently, he really wanted me there so that he could show me "visually" how "the set-up would work" and "whether I thought it would be alright".  Essentially, he showed me a picture of umbrellas.  And it really didn't matter if I thought it was alright.

I made spaghetti with sausage and portabella mushrooms.  The portabella mushrooms were thrown in only because they were on sale.  I'm sure I wasted its trendiness by throwing it in spaghetti sauce, instead of grilling it between two slices of bread, cheese, and, I don't know, truffle oil.