☝️😎 So in light of recent events, or the lack thereof, I thought it would only be fitting to suggest that Phish throws a ball again next year, same location, only this time it should be called the "Blue Ball" simply because this year, well, nobody was allowed to "come." 😂 What do you say guys? Blaze on!
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End of summer what a #bummer#phish#curveball NY UPDATE YOUR WATER PIPES! Sorry for all the homes lost and everything but I have to wonder, if @phish wasn’t there, would you have told the people the drinking water was contaminated? #phishfood for thought.......
***I can see my bright future from up here. Hmmm hmmm hmmmmmmmmmm....**
I had a lovely weekend -
🔹SATURDAY: A classic Shabbat of relaxing, napping, and eating, I had no plans until a few of us potlucked at friends’ house. When we returned back to campus, I dropped friends off at their abodes and then found myself continuing driving. It had been a long time, I realized, since I’d had a night drive. So I cranked the classical music station and the tourists crowding the sidewalks on either side of Main St. moved in slo-mo in the shops’ vibrant light. I drove to Sand Beach and used my phone as a flashlight in the pitch darkness to descend the stairs towards the sound of the crashing waves. “Excuse me,” a voice hissed. “Can you shut off your bright light?”
I complied, embarrassed, as I reached the bottom step. And as my eyes and ears adjusted, I noticed the crowd of dark figures sitting in the sand, facing a tall man with his back to the waves. He was in the middle of telling a mythological tale. ‘Oh shit,’ I thought. ‘Did I just stumble into a cult meeting? Am I going to get sacrificed?’
I plopped down in the sand on the edge of the crowd anyway, relishing the surreality of listening to a stranger whom you can’t see tell a magical story with the waves punctuating their words. The orator eventually finished his tale and began talking about national parks and the Dark Sky Initiative. I realized that he was a park ranger and this was a stargazing event hosted by Acadia. Clouds concealed constellations but I still left enchanted.
🔸SUNDAY - my redheaded sisterwife, @fancygrilledcheese , was in town. We had a lovely convo over breakfast at Trailhead before I left to clean windows at a house in town. Back on campus, I worked on a song called “The Flash” until Willow and I reunited whereupon we wandered down to the dock and she snapped the above pic ☝🏼
Then we each bought a pint of Phish Food, smuggled them into Reel Pizza, and cuddled on a couch while eating our ice cream and watching the new Mission: Impossible (sidenote: everyone go see it). (Additional sidenote: love you, Willow ❤️)
Meet Emily Warman, The Foundry’s associate director of content and strategy. This Vermont-native (“yes, Vermont is pretty much as chill as you’d think,” Warman says) loves Phish food—but not the band—and has “somehow” lived in Brooklyn for 10 years, she adds. Her celebrity nemesis is Alecia Moore, commonly referred to as “Pink,” who Warman accidentally got into a Twitter fight with when she was live-tweeting about the Oscars. "Don’t @ me.” She is also a big sports fan! Her athletic heyday was circa ’95-’98 when she played basketball and soccer year-round—she had tearaway pants and practice jerseys and everything. “Go Celtics; Tom Brady rules,” she says. 🍀🏀⚽ #FoundrysFinest ⠀