For my first Rhetorics of Rhythm blog I thought to myself, "Self, with whom can I get into a rhetorical rhythm that will not just satisfy the requirements of the assignment but might actually prove to be an enriching and satisfying experience?" The answer came straight and true as an arrow shot from the universal archer to the center of my mind. "Mon Cheri Amor, that's who." So I punched her up in my cell and said, "Cheri, I've got this screwball assignment for school and I need a screwball to facilitate it's sucessful completion. I thought of you immediately." "Thanks, I'm honored I think.", she said. After some haggling over the details we agreed to meet at the coffee shop/internet cafe that is almost exactly half way between our respective living quarters.

"So Cheri, what do you think of when you think of rhythm?", says I. "Well", says she, "let me think." "Don't hurt yourself.", I say with typical sarcastic wit that sometimes doesn't seem as funny to others as it does to me. Cheri is used to my idiosyncrasies and simply ignores the comment as she should. "When I think of rhythm I think of the song, I don't know the name or who it's by, it's an old one, the chorus goes, I've got rhythm, I've got music, I've got my man, who could ask for anything more"

"That's funny", I respond, "I tend to think in song lyrics as well." "When I think of rhythm I think of AC/DC singing, the girl's got rhythm, she's got the back seat rhythm." "What do you think Bonn Scott is sayin' there?"

"I think he's talking about the rhythm method."

"You mean like the Scorpion's Rhythm of Love?"

"Exactly!"

"See, that's what I like about you."

"What?"

"You think like me."

"You mean we got rhythm?"

"Exactly."

"Back seat rhythm?"

"Not exactly."

"Oh."