Saturday, April 25, 2009

Hope for the hopeless

Today, my always-helpful Pandora Mozart station* played a piece by Georg Philip Telemann. I rather enjoyed it, so I clicked over to tell Pandora that I liked it, and briefly skimmed his bio.

I found this gem:

The youth showed remarkable talent in music, but was temporarily discouraged in his chosen pursuit by Puritan Lutherans, who told Telemann's mother that he would turn out no better than "a clown, a tightrope walker or a marmot-trainer."

It's good to know that there's options out there for those of us whose talents are as yet...unappreciated. I would make a stellar marmot-trainer.

(Image courtesy of The Wilderness Committee)

See? Marmots. Adorable, trainable, extremely unlikely to "go Socratic on your ass." No bar exam required.

I'm Ebaying tiny adorable marmot costumes

*Hi, my name is Nobody, and I am late to the game. Roommate just introduced me to Pandora Radio, and it is a godsend. Yeah Pandora!


Vanish said...

How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?

Actually "chuck"ing wood originally did not refer to woodchucks, but to weasels. Oh I talk all day about Marmots

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How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
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