Word: accents
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...sends the ball arcing through the misty night sky. Swish! Amid scattered applause and shouts of "Aw right!" from fellow musicians, a voice calls out, "Wynton, you are one competitive dude!" The young man grins. "No, I'm not competitive," he says in his soft-spoken New Orleans accent. "I just like to play...
Over the course of their journey they encounter peculiar artifacts (egg beaters, a 1972 photo clip of Richard Nixon) and individuals (a cannibal with an Alsace-Lorrainean accent, a beatnik troll) who lead them to the realization that they are not just travelling over land, but through time and into the future...
...read. Here again are Jim Bakker's Top 10 Pickup Lines ("Pray here often?"; "Your eyes are the same color as my leisure suit"), Princess Diana's Top 10 Complaints about Prince Charles (always calls Pizza Hut before we've decided on topping we want; that phony British accent), and the Top 10 Least Popular Attractions at Disney World (Oprah Mountain; Peter Pan's All- Male Cinema; Muggyland). For connoisseurs, there's the very first list (Top 10 Words That Almost Rhyme with Peas); for doubters, a list on the back cover explaining the Top 10 Reasons to Buy This...
...fans are accepting Duke's stickers and labels, as he tactfully claims: "It will be all right, whether Georgia or L.S.U. wins -- we're all Southerners." But he does not sound like a Southerner. When he entered grade school in New Orleans, he was teased for having a Dutch accent. (His engineer father had taken the family to the Netherlands in the 1950s.) A bookish loner in school, Duke sought out extremist mentors who treated him as a brilliant young disciple. With contemporaries he was condescending or defiant, moving to a deeper rhythm of history than they could be aware...
ATLANTA'S debut on the world stage is particularly stimulating to me because I was, until very recently, something of a self-hating Southerner. Despite being a third-generation Atlantan, I tried as hard as I could to make sure nothing about me--not my accent, not my political beliefs, not my musical taste, not my style of dress--could possibly betray me as Southern. In my mind, the entire Northeast was a cosmopolitan Manhattan and the entire South (except, of course, for my neighborhood) was a 1980s-era Mayberry...