Throwback Thursday: “Die Forelle,” Franz Schubert



I’d like to learn how to fish.  I don’t really know why.  I guess it just seems like something a normal, calm, reasonably happy person would do in their spare time.  I don’t know whether I’d classify my hobbies as such, given I don’t classify myself as normal or calm.  Come to think of it, I don’t really know what my hobbies are.

The dictionary defines a hobby as “an activity done regularly in one’s leisure time for pleasure.”  By that logic, the following things could be hobbies of mine:

  • Sleeping
  • Holding a wedge of cheese and eating it like an apple with the fridge door open, at night, with the lights off
  • Avoiding Swiffering my floors
  • Noodling aimlessly on my piano
  • Walking aimlessly around D.C.
  • Staring off into space
  • Taking a Buzzfeed quiz when I should be [fill in anything remotely more useful than taking a Buzzfeed quiz]
  • Reading a New Yorker profile of someone interesting, regretting my degrees and career choices, frantically opening my computer, and searching for jobs in the profile-ee’s field
  • Daydreaming of how great life would be as a [insert profession of New Yorker profile-ee]
  • Looking at real estate I’ll never be able to afford unless I abandon reason, ethics, and hope

Anyway.  Here’s a song about a trout.


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