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	<title>Comments on: Aural Oddities and Insights</title>
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	<description>Essays on the Creative Process, Communications and a Life of Ideas</description>
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		<title>by: Suzanne Skyvara</title>
		<link>http://johnarmato.com/blog/2006/08/17/aural-oddities-and-insights/#comment-2</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 04:23:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Hi John,

Long time, no connection!  I'm back doing some freelance work for FH and saw a link to your blog on the FH internal site and couldn't resist .... totally got sucked in for an enjoyable half hour.  So great to read your musings and experiences.  You've moved to NY?!

This post made me think of two of my favorite verbal memories:

As a child, traveling along Irish roads with my parents and brother and sister in the dark looking for a country house where we were going to be spending the night.  Lost.  Frazzled parents.  Hungry kids.  We spot a couple walking along the narrow road and stop for directions.  Argument ensues between the two of them about the best way to get to the house before one finally turns to us and says &quot;Well, if I were you, I wouldn't start from here in the first place!&quot;

Working as a London tour guide between graduating school and starting college.  Two of the drivers had an argument and almost got into fisticuffs.  One shouted at the other as he stormed off &quot;Why don't you just f*ck up and die!&quot;

Will be back to check for more stories another time.

Suzanne</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi John,</p>
<p>Long time, no connection!  I&#8217;m back doing some freelance work for FH and saw a link to your blog on the FH internal site and couldn&#8217;t resist &#8230;. totally got sucked in for an enjoyable half hour.  So great to read your musings and experiences.  You&#8217;ve moved to NY?!</p>
<p>This post made me think of two of my favorite verbal memories:</p>
<p>As a child, traveling along Irish roads with my parents and brother and sister in the dark looking for a country house where we were going to be spending the night.  Lost.  Frazzled parents.  Hungry kids.  We spot a couple walking along the narrow road and stop for directions.  Argument ensues between the two of them about the best way to get to the house before one finally turns to us and says &#8220;Well, if I were you, I wouldn&#8217;t start from here in the first place!&#8221;</p>
<p>Working as a London tour guide between graduating school and starting college.  Two of the drivers had an argument and almost got into fisticuffs.  One shouted at the other as he stormed off &#8220;Why don&#8217;t you just f*ck up and die!&#8221;</p>
<p>Will be back to check for more stories another time.</p>
<p>Suzanne
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