Reflections on seeing Phish again and recalling memories of my history as a "phan".
100 years ago a boat hit an iceberg. Some lived. Some died. Some got rich off the story of which, the only salient point that burns in my brain is humanity's arrogance.
When considering the cause of the cover song, it's not what you hear, it's who you hear.
Some relaxed ruminations on Christmas Eve about travel, the evolution of my perception of the holiday, and the excursionary natures of family.
Will someone please call me out for doing what is essentially a holiday-themed podcast three weeks early?
