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Set the metronome to Five.
And 5, 4, 3, _ , _ , ->

Not a pre-Mardi Gras 1/5
It just sort-a happened. 2/5
We pressed play and began. 3/5
She was geared, that's that. 4/5
I am he, as you are he, as you are me, and we are (all together) 5/5

1,2,3, _, _,
. . . . .
“Born a poor young country boy,
Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone.

Sit beside a mountain stream,
See her waters rise.
Listen to the pretty
sound of music as she flies

Find me in my field of grass,
Mother Nature's son
Swaying daises sing
a lazy song beneath the sun.”
. . . . .

There’s some iambic pentameter* attempts 1/5
going on this Sunday morning! 2/5
If not 100% pent-iambic-alic (new word?), 3/5
then when is anything 100%? 4/5

The meter / is as calming / as a mothers / heart beat. 1/5
Art is art is art. 2/5
Don’t analyze it. 3/5
Experience it. 4/5
&
Get a hair-cut, Hippie! 5/5

* iambic - contains an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable. Iambic rhythms come relatively naturally in English. A line of iambic pentameter comprises five consecutive iambs.

1) Count the sets of fives 1/5 (above)
2) and win a penta-prize. 2/5 <- there it goes a-gain 3/5

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Words are flowing out like endless rain 1/5
in to a paper cup, 2/5
They slither while they pass, 3/5
they slip away across the universe 4/5
Nothing's going to change my world 5/5

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Speaking of English and connections to The Beatles,
Szia újra Yoko Ono!
Találkozik én újranél Művészet Kávézóra.
Egyiptomi Táncosnő (Almassey) utca es mellett a Opera Ház.
Rendben van köszönet a barátom ÉN csókola odaad.
Szia szia pusz pusz.

- (I buried Paul).
- (ÉN temetés Pál).

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From WTOC Savannah, here are some cyber dudes getting media airtime on the old school airwaves:

(A YouTube clip should appear below. If not, blame your browser or RSS feed. Second effort available at:
youtube.)

. . -> "It's Not My Place in the 9 to 5 World." <- . .

At the blogging un-conference, hosted by blogsavannah
"a good time was had by all".

And what a start to what a day!
First, a stimulating networking opportunity to meet face to face with some sharp minds at this conference. Got confirmation, validation, was challenged, asked and answered.

In the evening, donned black & white for a magazine anniversary party at the glam venue of an art museum.
Theorem: put on a tuxedo and you’ll always have a grin and some new tales the next day.

Finger food crab cakes, live cool jazz, formally dressed beautiful people - all so dapper and well behaved.

While on the main pavilion, chatting with one of the female beauties, her photo shoot came up among the twenty-foot images being projected on the wall. A brush with fame! And a warm glowing association with a charmer. No wonder the camera loves her.

Post-event goings on included episodes that Keith Richards would have smiled, sighed, and strained to keep up with.
Crystal stem glasses were "ching-ed" like tuning forks, car keys and valuables were tossed into bushes (for safe keeping), shoes were lost and feet were bare beneath gowns. Several hours and multiple venues later, an extreme booth wrestling exhibit commenced in a dimly primitive institution, chairs were stacked, rugs were rolled-up or dragged to the street, clothes got ripped for souvenirs (a la Hard Days Night), and no night is complete until a Wurlitzer juke box gets a good dominating session from audiobonton, the maestro of music curators.
-> We want the airwaves, AIRWAVES! <-

The Bose speakers exploded -
blame the Rolling Stones "Shattered":
"Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me! I'm in tatters!"

Pride and joy and greed and sex
That's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams are still surviving on the street.
Look at Me! What a mess, this town's in tatters. I've been shattered.
Sha-doobie, my brains been battered.

My friends they come around, they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up! Pile it high on a platter!''
. . .

After sunrise, a dramatic 'Triple Lindy" style great escape (as demo'd by Rodney Dangerfield) was staged from level three of a closed parking garage. Security guards were distracted, tires squealed, and the 36 hour Friday was capped with just one more thing that "just needed to be done".

Then, after a few morning hours spent clipping thorns off long-stem roses, and it was time for a Saturday nap, but it was hardly the sleep of the righteous, just the slumber of the spent.
Well spent.

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Here's a real piece of work.

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an audio button should appear above.
If not, blame your browser or RSS feed. Second effort available at: evoca
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(press play and read along to the intro)
This smashing sample of audio comes to us
from a studio!
The mo-bile production facilities of bigbonton.org.

Enjoy a hundred seconds of enhanced online content from an article in the February (2007) issue of The South Magazine.

We go now to an excerpt from a skit performed by Angela Beasley and her Puppet People. They are educating elementary school children about the value of recycling.
Remember: reduce, reuse, recycle -
The future of Savannah’s trash is in the hands of foam-headed puppets that are issuing directives to our Elementary school kids.

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Q: How many audio engineers does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: Huh? What? Couldn't hear you? You said wha? Hows sat?
How many outtie cheers duzzitay do saya libel?
Whatsa outtie cheer ? ? Do I say "Go Outtie"?

Just Press play! Play I say!
-> We heard THAT, fig-won-ton ~ biggie-bonnie-foh-fannie-fonnah-tawn!

sources:
puppetpeople.com for all your puppeting needs:
corporate training, mascots, opening acts, and general enlightenment.

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The Joy of Carbs:

This photo has got it all, as shown by the tailgate of an old Ford pick-up truck, the pending promise of a new loaf of bread, a catchy'ly named processed product, and the expectation of sauce sopping succulence yet to come.
The brand name comes from the thicker than usual slices of bread. Purchased by a 90 year old farmer that knows the meaning of "sliced bread" better than most of us. During biscuit making lessons he told about a DIY (do it yourself) life in the country before and after The War (WWII), the only time he's traveled away from the farm.
Hearing first hand from a person whose world is all about making your own or doing without, when he told of his first encounter with sliced bread we were spellbound. Fully captivated over store bought bread.

Possibly the best thing of all?
It’s enriched!
A real Wonder of a loaf of white bread.
“BBQ bread”. It tells you its purpose.
Clarity in communication.
Specialization in production.
How American Modern. See you at the MOMA.

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Posted!
So we're into another quality year of showing you a picture and telling you a story.
Psst! Stay tuned for a major announcement from your bigbonton-opoly!

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