With great sadness I attended the memorial of Josh Holland this afternoon. Josh was a student of mine last year and had such uncontrollable ideas that I was certain he would shake this city for years to come. I shared a story with his brother about Josh as a second year student, an event I probably should have failed him for but I rewarded him instead (I still won't describe it in print). Josh would have appreciated the service, or at least the first half, which contained singing, jokes, satire, and a screening of his last film, a hilarious short in which he froths at the mouth in a re-enactment of the discovery of his van being vandalized. We forgot for a moment that he was gone. Not forgotten.