That Anne… she knows what’s hot.

A blogger could do worse than to simply follow after Mark Woods…  here then, a story of fishes:

There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says “Morning, boys. How’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes “What the hell is water?”

-  David Foster Wallace, Kenyon commencement address, May 2024

There was an old movie theater on Fillmore Street, one of those earlier twen-cen venues with a stage and everything. The Grateful Dead were there getting ready for the 72 European tour I think, and Donna Godchaux was introduced. She said, “I know what you’re thinkin’. ‘A chick singin’ with the Grateful Dead….’”

For all their broader community magnetism, finding a place in the core of the Dead “family” must have been tough for an adoptee.

How much harder then for Vince Welnick, the last of the four ill-fated Grateful Dead keyboard players and the most recently deceased.

I learned of this passing at the blog of Brian Moffatt.