Saturday, March 08, 2008

Day 597: I Correspond With A Colleague In New York

It is snowing hard in Quebec, and I am recovering from an illness which mainly involved (and still does) feeling drunk and coughing up hard yellow clumps. I have been travelling about the place: to New York, to Toronto, to Montreal and back again; my brother, RunningMonkey, is visiting; the pathologist is snowblowing; all is right in the world.

And emails are sent as I work from home, developing 'advertising strategies' for providers of products that all Canadians definitely need. I write to H, who is in our New York office. "What are you doing?", says the subject line of my email. "Whatever it is, stop it now", says the body.

He replies the next day. "Watching Weng Weng!". He provides a link. Here it is:




I love you, my Weng Weng.

If you do not like Weng Weng, you may wish to learn the Theremin.



With enough application, you may become as accomplished as this lady!



Bonne chance, mes amis.

6 comments:

Rosie said...

It's not every day you get to meet a Weng Weng...

Anonymous said...

Why go to the expense of buying, and the trouble of learning, the Theremin, when you can play a saw?

Sadly, I have no amusing YouTubeclip, but here is the magical sound of Henry Dagg, the International Saw-playing Champion:
http://www.bathbuskers.co.uk/mp3s/henry/elgar.mp3.

nuttycow said...

Arg. I can't get YouTube at work.

I'm just going to have to sit here and imagine what you might be watching.

Anonymous said...

I cannot love Weng Weng for I have given my heart to MacGyver and even the enticement of a blade-brimmed hat cannot lure me from my duct-tape using, swiss army knife wielding hero.

Anonymous said...

snicker "aerial fingering" snicker

Anonymous said...

I watched Theremin Lesson One all the way through from beginning to end, and was gripped.

Sadly I'm telling the truth.

He wasn't exactly pitch perfect though, was he? Then again, he did say he wasn't a professional...

Accomplished Lady looks as though she is humming to herself. I like her. She looks comfortably bonkers. I would like to invite her to tea. But only if she brought the theremin. Which I would probably steal from her.

I've always wanted a theremin.

[sigh]

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