Podcasts about Ande

Predikan av Peter Stenman. 

Lyssna till Söndagens predikan av Andreas Weister Dagens texter:1:a Mos 18, 1-8Apg 4, 5-12Joh 11, 18-27

Ande - 31 maj 2026 by EFS Helsingborg

Den här veckan är temat "Gud - Fader, Son och Ande" och bibeltexten är hämtad från Johannesevangeliet kapitel 11, vers 18-27. "5 minuter med Gud" är en lättillgänglig andaktpodd med bön och bibel som grund. Liselotte J Andersson, författare och pastor inom Equmeniakyrkan håller i  andakten.

Om Anden och pingsten

No meio seremos desafiadas a permanecer no Propósito ou voltar.Nos movermos sobre a Palavra, ainda que enfrentemos as tempestades, ao ouvirmos a Voz do Senhor nos chamando: precisaremos de coragem para atravessar.A distância será a mesma; quanto às consequências será: viver o Propósito para quem tem coragem para sair do barco ou apenas nos tornar espectadoras da vontade Absoluta e Soberana do Senhor.Ouça a Sua Voz! Ele a chama: VEM!por Pastora Izza Vieira _Ministry Restored Women for the Nations_@pastoraizzavieira

Do you ever feel isolated behind your laptop screen, treating podcasting as a purely virtual endeavor? Many creators build great digital connections but miss out on the transformative power of a physical community. Podcasting from an isolated home studio can lead to creative stagnation and burnout. In this episode of Podcasting Unlocked, we sit down with veteran podcaster Ande Lyons to discuss her 14-year journey through six different shows. We dive into the profound distinction between virtual networking and the visceral energy of in-person community building. Ande shares how moving past the screen can elevate your show's authority, how to tackle implicit bias like ageism in content creation, and why building an intimate relationship with your listeners is the ultimate key to podcast sustainability. This week, episode 284 of Podcasting Unlocked is about the power of in-person connection in podcasting! Ande Lyons is a 4x founder, a former global startup mentor, a serial podcast + livestream host since 2012, and currently the host of Don't Be Caged By Your Age - an interview-style podcast helping folks thrive after 65. Through "Andelicious" conversations with individuals who have defied societal norms, shattered age-related expectations, and forged new and unexpected pathways that left them feeling enlivened, engaged, and visible, Ande helps listeners reimagine and repurpose their lived experiences for a vibrant life at any age.In this episode of Podcasting Unlocked, Ande Lyons is sharing the importance of creating community in podcasting and actionable steps you can take right now to combat ageism and confidently defy unfair societal expectations. Ande and I also chat about the following: The In-Person Community Imperative: Discover why virtual networking groups can never fully replace the energy, empathy, and creative spark of physical meetups like the New England Podcasters Group.The Evolution of a Host: Learn how to successfully navigate a multi-show portfolio over a decade. Ande explains how she pivoted from business-heavy topics like Startup Life to intimate, impact-driven content as her personal goals shifted.Breaking the Ageism Barrier: Explore how to confront implicit biases in media and why representation for older demographics creates an incredibly loyal, untapped audience base.Fostering Real Listener Intimacy: Understand why deep, emotional resonance with your audience is far more valuable than a high download count when it comes to long-term audience growth and podcast retention.Finding Your Collective: Learn how to select a support system—whether it's a regional meetup or a targeted virtual group like the Feminist Podcasters Collective—to fuel your inspiration when production feels heavy.Your podcast might be broadcast to the world digitally, but it is built on human relationships. This week, challenge yourself to step away from the desktop. Look for a local creator meetup in your area, or reach out to a nearby podcaster for a simple coffee chat. You might find that the missing piece in your production strategy isn't a better microphone—it's a real-life connection. Be sure to tune in to all the episodes to receive tons of practical tips on turning your podcast listeners into leads and to hear even more about the points outlined above. Thank you for listening! If you enjoyed this episode, take a screenshot of the episode to post in your stories and tag me! And don't forget to follow, rate and review the podcast and tell me your key takeaways!Learn more about Podcasting Unlocked at https://galatimedia.com/podcasting-unlocked/ CONNECT WITH ANDE LYONS:LinkedInInstagramPodcastWebsiteCONNECT WITH ALESIA GALATI:InstagramLinkedInWork with Galati Media! Work with Alesia 1:1Free Download: 15 Ways to Improve Your Podcast Proud member of the Feminist Podcasters Collective.

In this engaging episode, we dive into the topic of ageism, challenging stereotypes and society's expectations around growing older with the dynamic Ande Lyons—a four-time founder, global startup mentor, and host of the “Don't Be Caged by Your Age” podcast. Ande Lyons, now 69, shares her personal experiences as a tech-savvy serial podcaster and pro-aging advocate, emphasizing the need to be visible, connected, and engaged at every stage of life.Our host discusses the gendered impact of ageism, especially in media and the workplace, where older adults—particularly women—often face challenges to their confidence and pocketbooks. Ande offers empowering advice for navigating the workforce, reframing senior employees as valuable “tech legends” who bring critical institutional knowledge, adaptability, and intergenerational synergy to the table.Touching on practical aspects of aging well, Ande highlights the importance of maintaining curiosity, trying new things—like hula hooping or salsa dancing at any age—and advocating for oneself in healthcare settings. The conversation celebrates those in their 60s, 70s, and beyond who embrace fashion, humor, and creativity, while also acknowledging the emotional journey of losing loved ones, staying active, and cherishing each day.Whether you're experiencing ageism directly or supporting someone who is, this episode offers encouragement to age out loud and proud, reminding us all that ambition and purpose have no expiration date. Don't miss inspiring anecdotes, actionable tips, and a warm call to reject shrinking with age in favor of fully expressing your unique gifts.SeniorLivingGuide.com Podcast sponsored by LIVDRY & TerraBella Senior LivingThe background music is written, performed, and produced exclusively by purple-planet.com.https://www.purple-planet.com/SeniorLivingGuide.com Webinars and Podcast represents the opinions and expertise of our guests. The content here is for informational and educational purposes. It does not necessarily represent the views, recommendations, opinions or advice of Fairfax Publishing/SeniorLivingGuide.com or its employees 

It's the mid-season finale and The Fangirls welcomed back Ande Pliego to chat about her thrilling new locked room mystery, THE LIBRARY AFTER DARK! Stay up to date with Ande by visiting her website.Click here to read the extended show notes, which includes where to find a list of all the books mentioned in this episode, how to contact us, where to find us on social media, how to support the show and The Fangirls, and all our internet besties and associated coupon codes: http://theincoherentfangirl.com/show-notes

When not reading or writing, Ande Pliego can usually be found dabbling in art, scheming up her next trip, or making constant expeditions to the library. Born in Florida, raised in France, and having left footprints all over the globe, Ande is settled in the Pacific Northwest with her little son. Ande Pliego is the bestselling author of You Are Fatally Invited and The Library After Dark.Killer Women Podcast is copyrighted by Authors on the Air Global Radio Network#podcast #author #interview #authors #KillerWomen #KillerWomenPodcast #authorsontheair #podcast #podcaster #killerwomen #killerwomenpodcast #authors #authorsofig #authorsofinstagram #authorinterview #writingcommunity #authorsontheair #suspensebooks #authorssupportingauthors #thrillerbooks #suspense #wip #writers #writersinspiration #books #bookrecommendations #bookaddict #bookaddicted #bookaddiction #bibliophile #read #amreading #lovetoread #daniellegirard #daniellegirardbooks #andipliego #bantam

When not reading or writing, Ande Pliego can usually be found dabbling in art, scheming up her next trip, or making constant expeditions to the library. Born in Florida, raised in France, and having left footprints all over the globe, Ande is settled in the Pacific Northwest with her little son. Ande Pliego is the bestselling author of You Are Fatally Invited and The Library After Dark. Killer Women Podcast is copyrighted by Authors on the Air Global Radio Network #podcast #author #interview #authors #KillerWomen #KillerWomenPodcast #authorsontheair #podcast #podcaster #killerwomen #killerwomenpodcast #authors #authorsofig #authorsofinstagram #authorinterview #writingcommunity #authorsontheair #suspensebooks #authorssupportingauthors #thrillerbooks #suspense #wip #writers #writersinspiration #books #bookrecommendations #bookaddict #bookaddicted #bookaddiction #bibliophile #read #amreading #lovetoread #daniellegirard #daniellegirardbooks #andipliego #bantam

When not reading or writing, Ande Pliego can usually be found dabbling in art, scheming up her next trip, or making constant expeditions to the library. Born in Florida, raised in France, and having left footprints all over the globe, Ande is settled in the Pacific Northwest with her little son. Ande Pliego is the bestselling author of You Are Fatally Invited and The Library After Dark. Killer Women Podcast is copyrighted by Authors on the Air Global Radio Network #podcast #author #interview #authors #KillerWomen #KillerWomenPodcast #authorsontheair #podcast #podcaster #killerwomen #killerwomenpodcast #authors #authorsofig #authorsofinstagram #authorinterview #writingcommunity #authorsontheair #suspensebooks #authorssupportingauthors #thrillerbooks #suspense #wip #writers #writersinspiration #books #bookrecommendations #bookaddict #bookaddicted #bookaddiction #bibliophile #read #amreading #lovetoread #daniellegirard #daniellegirardbooks #andipliego #bantam

True Crime Tuesday presents:  The Library After Dark: Death Dealt at the Daedalus with Author, Ande PliegoNot all fairytales were meant for children.Aria Stokes is finally feeling settled—she lives in a tiny New York apartment, works as a bookseller at a local shop, and has even taken a leap of faith in love by indulging her attraction to bookstore regular Jasper. And he seems to already know her so well.As a Valentine's Day surprise, Jasper gets the two of them tickets to an exclusive, after-dark tour of the Daedalus Library—the grandiose establishment famed for its immersive genre-based reading rooms and, more notoriously, its rumored hauntings. While Aria normally loves all things ghastly, this place holds more dark secrets than she'd prefer Jasper to know. Like that the last time she was here, she left a body behind.But when the automatic-door entry malfunctions and Aria, Jasper, and the five other people in their tour group become trapped in the library, they are forced to venture through the storied rooms and hidden passageways of the Daedalus in search of escape . . . and Aria quite literally has nowhere to hide from the shadows of her past. Then the group learns there's a murderer in their midst.Now, as she tries to break out of the library's intricate reading rooms, Aria has to decide who she can trust—and what secrets are best kept buried—if she wants to make it out alive.On Today's TCT, Ande Pliego shares her motivations for her characters and plot behind "The Library After Dark", and some of the more brilliant devices she brought to the table, as well as the unique origins of how this book got started, and answers the question, could part of the creative side of her come from a paranormal gift?!Get your copy of "The Library After Dark" here:   https://www.andepliego.com/PLUS DUMB CRIMES AND STUPID CRIMINALS W/JESSICA FREEBURG!Check out Jessica Freeburg's website and get tickets to her events here:  https://jessicafreeburg.com/upcoming-events/and check out Jess on TikTok:  https://www.tiktok.com/@jessicafreeburgwritesFor the first time, get ALL NEW TRUE CRIME TUESDAY GEAR!  Represent your favorite true crime podcast in style! There are new and different (and really cool) items all the time in the Darkness Radio Online store at our website! Check out the Darkness Radio Store!   https://www.darknessradioshow.com/store/Make sure you update your Darkness Radio Apple Apps!and subscribe to the Darkness Radio YouTube page:  https://www.youtube.com/@DRTimDennis#crime #truecrime #truecrimepodcasts #truecrimetuesday #andepilego #thelibraryafterdark #aria #crimefiction #thriller #daedaluslibrary #libraryofdeath #evangelineriordan #jasper #ruth #surpriseendings #guillotine #poisonbook #assault #murder #sakia #michellebaudelaire #callum  #dumbcrimesstupidcriminals #TimDennis #jessicafreeburg #paranormalauthor  #floridaman #drugcrimes #foodcrimes #stupidcrimes #funnycrimes #airplanecrimes #sexcrimes 

True Crime Tuesday presents:  The Library After Dark: Death Dealt at the Daedalus with Author, Ande PliegoNot all fairytales were meant for children.Aria Stokes is finally feeling settled—she lives in a tiny New York apartment, works as a bookseller at a local shop, and has even taken a leap of faith in love by indulging her attraction to bookstore regular Jasper. And he seems to already know her so well.As a Valentine's Day surprise, Jasper gets the two of them tickets to an exclusive, after-dark tour of the Daedalus Library—the grandiose establishment famed for its immersive genre-based reading rooms and, more notoriously, its rumored hauntings. While Aria normally loves all things ghastly, this place holds more dark secrets than she'd prefer Jasper to know. Like that the last time she was here, she left a body behind.But when the automatic-door entry malfunctions and Aria, Jasper, and the five other people in their tour group become trapped in the library, they are forced to venture through the storied rooms and hidden passageways of the Daedalus in search of escape . . . and Aria quite literally has nowhere to hide from the shadows of her past. Then the group learns there's a murderer in their midst.Now, as she tries to break out of the library's intricate reading rooms, Aria has to decide who she can trust—and what secrets are best kept buried—if she wants to make it out alive.On Today's TCT, Ande Pliego shares her motivations for her characters and plot behind "The Library After Dark", and some of the more brilliant devices she brought to the table, as well as the unique origins of how this book got started, and answers the question, could part of the creative side of her come from a paranormal gift?!Get your copy of "The Library After Dark" here:   https://www.andepliego.com/PLUS DUMB CRIMES AND STUPID CRIMINALS W/JESSICA FREEBURG!Check out Jessica Freeburg's website and get tickets to her events here:  https://jessicafreeburg.com/upcoming-events/and check out Jess on TikTok:  https://www.tiktok.com/@jessicafreeburgwritesFor the first time, get ALL NEW TRUE CRIME TUESDAY GEAR!  Represent your favorite true crime podcast in style! There are new and different (and really cool) items all the time in the Darkness Radio Online store at our website! Check out the Darkness Radio Store!   https://www.darknessradioshow.com/store/Make sure you update your Darkness Radio Apple Apps!and subscribe to the Darkness Radio YouTube page:  https://www.youtube.com/@DRTimDennis#crime #truecrime #truecrimepodcasts #truecrimetuesday #andepilego #thelibraryafterdark #aria #crimefiction #thriller #daedaluslibrary #libraryofdeath #evangelineriordan #jasper #ruth #surpriseendings #guillotine #poisonbook #assault #murder #sakia #michellebaudelaire #callum  #dumbcrimesstupidcriminals #TimDennis #jessicafreeburg #paranormalauthor  #floridaman #drugcrimes #foodcrimes #stupidcrimes #funnycrimes #airplanecrimes #sexcrimes 

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In Episode 31 of High Stakes, Tracey Devlyn sits down with USA Today bestselling author Ande Pliego to discuss her new thriller, THE LIBRARY AFTER DARK—a chilling locked-door mystery that blends dark fairytales, a spooky library, and an untrustworthy ensemble cast. “A locked-library bloodbath laced with dark romance and secrets.” — Ryan Pote, author of Blood and Treasure Author's Website: https://AndePliego.com Show Notes: https://traceydevlyn.com/podcast Love this episode? Rate it ⭐️ Thumbs Up

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In Episode 31 of High Stakes, Tracey Devlyn sits down with USA Today bestselling author Ande Pliego to discuss her new thriller, THE LIBRARY AFTER DARK—a chilling locked-door mystery that blends dark fairytales, a spooky library, and an untrustworthy ensemble cast. “A locked-library bloodbath laced with dark romance and secrets.” — Ryan Pote, author of Blood and Treasure Author's Website: https://AndePliego.com Show Notes: https://traceydevlyn.com/podcast Love this episode? Rate it ⭐️ Thumbs Up

Vu sur The Pure Drop : « Hombres Del Ande »  Ronald reçoit Yani Ramirez, Carlos et Mathéo Cusicanqui du groupe de musique bolivienne « Hombres Del Ande » Cet article provient de Radio AlterNantes FM

La delegación gallega de ANDE mantiene abierto hasta el 30 de abril el plazo para participar en la II Fase Regional de los Premios Nacionales de la Moda. La convocatoria de 2026 está dirigida a estudiantes, diseñadores menores de 30 años y empresas textiles emergentes vinculadas a Galicia. Los aspirantes deberán presentar seis figurines y una propuesta completa de colección. Los seleccionados desfilarán el 15 de octubre en Ferrolterra, donde un jurado elegirá la mejor propuesta. El ganador representará a Galicia en la final nacional en Madrid. El certamen consolida a la comarca como referente creativo y escaparate del talento emergente gallego.

TEMPO DE REFLETIR 01737 – 17 de abril de 2026 Provérbios 10:9 – Quem anda em integridade anda seguro, mas o que perverte os seus caminhos será conhecido. Nossos dias são de insegurança. Há violência por todos os lados. Você sai de casa de manhã e não está seguro de voltar à noite. As empresas que prestam serviço de segurança têm crescido muito nos últimos anos. Quem não deseja proteger-se? No verso de hoje, encontramos a receita divina para andar seguro. “Quem anda em integridade”, afirma o escritor bíblico, “anda seguro”. Integridade, em hebraico tõm, significa completo. Se as flechas envenenadas estiverem ferindo todo mundo, você estará seguro se todo o seu corpo estiver protegido no refúgio. Não pode deixar nada do lado de fora. Nem a cabeça, nem os braços, nem os pés. O refúgio é sua segurança. Esta é a recomendação divina: Ande nos caminhos do Senhor com todo o seu ser, de forma completa, com sua mente, com seu corpo e com sua alma. Não se divida, não se desintegre. Isso pode ser fatal. A antítese de integridade, na opinião de Salomão, é a perversão. O dicionário define a perversão como corrupção ou deterioração. Quando uma pessoa morre, seu corpo entra em deterioração. É um processo lento. Segundo a segundo. Minuto a minuto. Dia após dia, até que fica completamente apodrecido e, com o tempo, vira pó. Esse é o futuro para quem não segue com integridade os conselhos divinos. O perigo que corremos não é o que os homens podem nos fazer. Não são as ameaças da noite ou do dia, nem os flagelos ou cataclismos da natureza. O grande perigo é ficar com um pé dentro do refúgio e com o outro fora dele. Pretender servir a dois senhores é cruel. Nenhum ser dividido tem paz. Vive, mas está morto. Desintegrando-se. Deteriorando-se num processo lento, doloroso e irreversível. Há esperança para quem se feriu psicológica e emocionalmente tentando viver uma vida dupla? Há sim. Quando Jesus esteve na Terra, encontrou pessoas destruídas, como a samaritana, Maria Madalena e Zaqueu, e os reconstruiu por dentro. Ele os fez de novo e os curou. Hoje, Jesus continua disposto a fazer maravilhas. É só ir a Ele e dizer, orando: Aqui estou, Senhor! Toma a minha vida nas Tuas mãos. Quero andar em integridade, andar seguro, protegido por Tuas mãos. Em nome de Jesus, amém! Saiba como receber as mensagens diárias do Tempo de Refletir: -> No celular, instale o aplicativo MANAH. -> Para ver/ouvir no YouTube, inscreva-se neste Canal: youtube.com/AmiltonMenezes7 -> Tenha os nossos aplicativos em seu celular: https://www.wgospel.com/aplicativos -> Para receber pelo WhatsApp, adicione 41 99893-2056 e mande um recadinho pedindo os áudios. -> Participe do nosso canal no TELEGRAM: TELEGRAM AMILTON MENEZES . -> Participe do nosso canal no WhatsApp: WHATSAPP CHANNEL Amilton Menezes . -> Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/amiltonmenezes7/ -> Threads: https://www.threads.net/@amiltonmenezes7 -> X (Antigo Twitter): https://x.com/AmiltonMenezes -> Facebook: facebook.com/AmiltonMenezes

What if the best years of your life haven't happened yet?In this episode of Conversations with Rich Bennett, Rich sits down with Ande Lyons, a 69-year-old entrepreneur, podcast host, and fierce advocate for redefining aging. Ande shares how she's shattered outdated beliefs about getting older and why purpose, passion, and growth don't have an expiration date.From launching businesses later in life to building thriving communities, Ande proves that age isn't a limitation, it's an advantage.About Ande Lyons: Ande is a four-time founder, global startup mentor, and host of Don't Be Caged By Your Age, where she highlights inspiring stories of people 65+ who are still creating, building, and thriving.Key Takeaways: Why retirement can lead to decline instead of fulfillment  How to reinvent yourself at any age  The truth about ageism in today's world  Why staying connected is critical to longevity  How podcasting can open new doors and opportunities Links Mentioned: Don't Be Caged By Your Age  New England Podcasters Group If this episode resonated with you, make sure to subscribe, leave a review, and share it with someone who needs to hear this message.Send us Fan MailWindow Depot of Baltimore“Saving America's Energy, One Home At A Time” Window Depot of Baltimore is the local family-owned lDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showRate & Review on Apple Podcasts Follow the Conversations with Rich Bennett podcast on Social Media:Facebook – Conversations with Rich Bennett Facebook Group (Join the conversation) – Conversations with Rich Bennett podcast group | FacebookTwitter – Conversations with Rich Bennett Instagram – @conversationswithrichbennettTikTok – CWRB (@conversationsrichbennett) | TikTokSponsors, Affiliates, and ways we pay the bills:Hosted on BuzzsproutSquadCastSubscribe by Email

På korset tog Jesus vår övergivenhet och skam på sig. Han klev in i vårt tillstånd av bortvändhet från Gud och läkte syndens sår, vilket gör att vi idag får leva i obruten och evig gemenskap med Fadern, Jesus och den helige Ande. Därför finns idag läkedom och upprättelse från all skam, förkastelse och trasighet. Vi är inneslutna och omslutna av Guds eviga nåd och kärlek! Här hittar du min podd En Kaffe med Martin: https://open.spotify.com/show/2kOmfKomW78FWlAo8o4q6M?si=815c031348074641 Här kan du köpa mina böcker: www.amazon.com/stores/Martin-Re%C3%A9n/author/B0B34JVCRP?ref=ap_rdr&store_ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true https://www.adlibris.com/se/sok?q=martin+re%C3%A9n

Ande Lyons is a Pro Aging Advocate who is shattering ageism through her podcast called "Don't Be Caged by Your Age." Where she helps people thrive after 65. Ande firmly believes that pastures are for horses, not humans, and at the vibrant age of 69, she is making it her mission to represent that life isn't over until you're dead. She helps people disseminate the internalized ageist beliefs so that they can fuel their passion, purpose, and pocketbook after 65. Ande describes her "Andelicious" conversations with individuals who have defied societal norms, shattered age-related expectations, and forged new and unexpected pathways that left them feeling enlivened, engaged, and visible, she helps listeners reimagine and repurpose their lived experiences for a vibrant life at any age. She credits her passion for fostering intergenerational relationships and community along with her love of podcasting, Ande launched the New England Podcasters Group in early 2024. Beginning with a monthly in-person event where podcasters of all ages connect, collaborate, learn from each other, and grow together, today it's a lively, welcoming community that keeps expanding with new voices and fresh ideas... and includes a vibrant online Community Pod Garden, where folks from around the world can enjoy the New England Podcasters Group Experience. Download this positive, informative, and inspirational episode to hear Ande's story and her words of wisdom how we can all thrive over 65!   Connect with Ande: https://www.dontbecagedbyyourage.com/ https://www.pinterest.com/andelyons/ https://www.youtube.com/@AndeLyons https://www.instagram.com/newenglandpodcastersgroup/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/andelyons/ Want to be a guest on TheFemiNinjaProject? Send Cheryl Ilov a message on PodMatch, here: https://www.podmatch.com/hostdetailpreview/1620842117560x116520069523704300

Chi erano gli Inca e come riuscirono a costruire uno degli imperi più grandi della storia del Sud America? In questo video di “Antichi Popoli” con Stefano Gandelli, raccontiamo la storia dell'Impero Inca, la più vasta civiltà precolombiana delle Americhe, che tra il XV e il XVI secolo si estendeva lungo tutta la catena delle Ande. Il loro territorio comprendeva gran parte degli attuali Perù, Ecuador, Bolivia e vaste aree di Cile, Argentina e Colombia. Ma come è nato il popolo Inca? Per scoprirlo dobbiamo tornare indietro nel tempo, fino alle prime comunità che abitavano le Ande migliaia di anni fa. Da quelle società basate su caccia e raccolta si sviluppò lentamente una civiltà complessa, capace di organizzare un potente impero con capitale Cusco. Vedremo come funzionavano agricoltura e allevamento, dalla costruzione di città come Machu Pichu all'arrivo degli spagnoli guidati da Francesco Pizarro che nel XVI secolo portarono alla fine dell'impero. Prendi parte alla nostra Membership per supportare il nostro progetto Missione Cultura e diventare mecenate di Geopop: https://geopop.it/ngCbN00:00 Chi erano gli Inca e dove vivevano 01:11 Le origini degli Inca: dalle prime civiltà 02:47 Agricoltura degli Inca: cosa coltivavano 03:38 Alpaca e lana: l'allevamento nell'Impero 04:37 Politica e organizzazione dell'impero 06:30 Una rete di 40.000 km di strade 07:25 Le città degli Inca: com'era fatta Machu Picchu 08:48 La religione degli Inca e gli dei principali 09:52 L'arrivo degli Spagnoli e la fine dell'impero 10:51 Gli Inca oggi: eredità e discendenti Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Vestborg vidaregåande skule på Stranda har historisk gode søkartal for skuleåret 2026/2027. For to år sidan hadde skulen 63 elevar, dette skuleåret 94 elevar og til hausten blir det nok 115 elevar totalt. Sjølv med over 78 søknadar for hausten vel skulen å ta inn ei klasse til VG1.  I fjor var skulen kåra til landets beste vidaregåande skule og rektor Jon Ove Holen fortel at dei har arbeidd med trivsel og støtte frå lærarane dei siste åra. -Det er viktig at elevane trivast og anbefalar skulen til andre, fortel rektor Jon Ove Holen. Søknadsfristen var 1. mars og tilbod er sendt ut til 33 VG1 elevar. Skulen har vurdert nøye om ein skulle ta inn to klasser, men har kome fram til at ein dette året tek inn ei klasse. Grunnen for det er at kapasiteten på området ikkje per i dag er tilrettelagt for det og at det kan gå ut over trivselen til elevane. -Vi er i samtale med eigaren vår om utbygging, og skal sjå om vi på eit eller to år kan auke kapasiteten. Det ser vi at det er grunnlag for, seier Holen til Radio Sunnmøre.  

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Sul Po e sulle Ande

Two decades ago scientists sent a message to space... This... is the reply. This week we are joined by Eanna and Ande of The Queens of NC-17 podcast as MONSTER MARCH continues! Together we will cover 1995's SPECIES. After receiving extraterrestrial DNA from a mysterious transmission, scientists create a rapidly maturing hybrid who soon breaks free. As she embarks on her own mission, experts scramble to stop her before she endangers humanity.   Also this week: A ten thousand dollar toilet, Ben's time in the circus, and The Queens have their own version of the Step by Step theme. All this--and a whole lot more--on this week's episode of NEON BRAINIACS!! "More docile and controllable, eh? You guys don't get out much." ----- Check out our Patreon for tons of bonus content, exclusive goodies, and access to our Discord server! ----- Species (1995) Directed by Roger Donaldson Written by Dennis Feldman Starring Natasha Henstridge, Ben Kingsley, Michael Madsen, Alfred Molina, Forest Whitaker, Marg Helgenberger, and Michelle Williams ----- 00:00 - Intro & Opening Banter 28:14 - "The Shpiel" 52:55 - Film Breakdown 02:34:30 - Stump The Brainiacs & Outro

In this powerful global conversation, we sit down with Bishop Ande Emanuel, bishop of the United Methodist Church in Nigeria, Senegal, and Cameroon.From persecution in Northern Nigeria to reconciliation after years of division, Bishop Emanuel shares how the church in Nigeria has not only survived but is thriving. With over 900 pastors, nearly 1,000 churches, and bold new evangelistic and agricultural initiatives, the United Methodist Church in Nigeria is stepping into a new season of unity, dignity, and self-sustainability.We talk about:Religious extremism and Christian persecutionThe dramatic reunification of Nigeria's United Methodist ChurchProperty disputes, court victories, and community renewalAgricultural evangelism and economic sustainabilityWhat “regionalization” means for the global churchHow American churches can partner, not dictate, with African MethodistsThis is more than a denominational update. It's a story of resilience, leadership, and the Spirit moving in powerful ways across the globe. Related ArticleUnited Methodists in Nigeria celebrate growth and unity — UM Newshttps://www.umnews.org/en/news/united-methodists-in-nigeria-celebrate-growth-unity

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. Her cunt continued to c

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.By JagFarlane. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant’s portfolio along with a couple of Ande’s mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table’s occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town’s part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager’s relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.After taking a look around and finding no one else at any of her tables, Mel leaned up against the entranceway to the kitchen and allowed herself a quiet moment. Another Christmas Eve alone; not that she hadn’t gotten used to it during her stint in the Air Force. But they still were never easy to take. She’d gotten out and took the chance to move to the one area she’d dreamed of living ever since she was a little girl, Boise, Idaho. Shortly after arriving, she’d invested most of her savings into a condo figuring that not having a monthly house expense was the best route. From there she had enrolled in the local community college and after graduating moved to Boise State University.Between the part time gig as a waitress, her G I Bill money, and a couple small grants Mel was living a fairly comfortable albeit Spartan lifestyle. Still, it hadn’t left a lot of time for romance and it didn’t help that she spent most of her time around people who were a few years younger than her. Just finding someone she could sit at the bar with, legally, was a challenge sometimes and often the grad students were either too busy or in a serious relationship already. Fingers played in the curls of her long, dark red hair as she mulled over her current state in life. That is, until the snapping of fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality.“Hey, you’ve got one on table six.” Sandy smiled to her as she ducked into the kitchen.Shaking her head a little to clear the daze, frowning for a moment as she realized that Jingle Bells was playing for fourth time tonight, and then putting on her best smile, Mel made her way over towards table six. A quick glance at the clock revealed closing time was drawing near and she said a silent thanks to her shift being over soon. She just hoped this last customer wasn’t someone who had gone out to get drunk, and then stopped here on the way home.Phil looked up from the menu as the waitress approached, still mulling between the hickory burger and the spicy chicken sandwich. A moment was spent admiring the waitress’ legs, shown off by the green and black plaid skirt she was wearing. Slowly his eyes moved upwards, the thought of the hickory burger fading as he looked over her full chest and the red curls lying upon it. It had been a long day of travel then in the barn tending to the mare and the approaching woman was a welcome sight indeed, both for the eyes and the promise of getting a decent meal at some point today.She rolled her eyes a bit at the stare she was getting, some days she didn’t mind getting ogled but over the years it had grown quite annoying. So annoyed she was that she didn’t even notice that he appeared to be familiar. “Good evening and welcome to Terry’s. Can I start you out with a drink and perhaps an appetizer?” She put on her best server smile and hoped that perhaps his eyes would move up from her chest to at least her chin.“Can I get a Miller Light and a half order of mozzarella sticks?” He waited for her to write down the order, “And I’ll take a umm, hickory burger, medium rare.” Phil put down the menu to fish out his driver’s license and passed it to the waitress.She scribbled down the order and took the license as it was passed to her, glancing down at the date of birth then at the picture and passed it back to him. As Mel made her way back to the order station, the nagging thought of the familiar face in the picture was bugging her. She hadn’t red the name, and for once regretted not doing so. A glance over her shoulder as she input the order didn’t reveal much as his head was down to play with his phone.The sound of a skirt swishing as the waitress came up to the table caused him to glance up, just long enough to take the pint glass and take an appreciative sip of the amber liquid. Sure, it was a little watery but after the last two days it felt like heaven. Eyes glanced up to watch the waitress walk away, her red hair swaying behind her. Her shape reminded him a bit of someone else but he wasn’t fully sure who and made a note to try to look at her face the next time she came around.Sandy had taken the mozzarella sticks out to him so Mel stood off to the side; taking note that closing time was coming up in a few minutes. Of course the handful of customers still in the joint would be allowed to finish their meals but not to place any more orders after the doors were locked. Mel was fairly sure she’d figured out who her guest was, but wanted an up close look at his face to be sure. If he was the person she thought he was, it was to be a pleasant surprise, particularly since he’d never paid her figure that sort of attention before, even with there seeming to be a mental connection. A cross of her fingers, perhaps Christmas was looking up after all.Phil sipped at his third beer of the night, glad that the town bus system was still running through the holidays. The redhead hadn’t been by him since bringing the latest beer, a little more than he was used to consuming on a normal evening but it did mean she was coming by more often. He still hadn’t worked up the courage to look her in the face yet, or maybe he was just enjoying the other views, he wasn’t quite sure which one it was. The debate became moot when his head snapped up at the voice behind him and his eyes finally looked at Mel’s face.“Hey Phil, long time!” She was finally certain it was Phil Clauser, who had been the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the Intro to Equine class she’d taken to minor in equine studies. Mel could still remember how the muscles of his forearms threatened to tear the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt when he was teaching them out to do groundwork with a stubborn mare. There had been a couple of jokes among the girls about how they wouldn’t mind taking a roll in the hay with him but as far as Mel knew none had done more than chatted about it.For a moment he regretted having finished three beers already as it seemed they were fogging his brain. The face attached to the tall redhead was vaguely familiar. He thought he could place it in a classroom setting. What seemed like an eternity passed before he imagined her hair tied back, a pair of jeans instead of the skirt, and a sweatshirt; finally placed her as a former student of his. “Hey, Melissa. It has been a couple of years, hasn’t it?”She let out her breath a bit, in relief. Sometimes the red hair was nice in that it often helped people to remember her. For once that was playing into her favor. She set down the burger and another beer, “Merry Christmas Eve! I hope it’s going well for you.”“It’s going good now,” he gave her a faint smile and proceeded to tell her about how one of the mares under his charge had come down ill and he’d come back on short notice to oversee her care. He’d only gotten back this morning and had spent most of the day at the barn, only getting enough time to shower the barn smell off, change his clothes, and come in for dinner. “Such of the life of working in agriculture, but it’s worth it to me,” he offered a smile to her as she stole a fry from his plate. The sound of a lock clicking brought him back to the restaurant, “I guess I should eat up, don’t want to keep you late on Christmas Eve of all nights.”“Oh, it’s okay,” she looked up as the manager called out for the waitresses and slid from the table, “I’ll be right back.” Off to the backroom she went, leaving him to work on his meal.He looked up when she rejoined him at the table, sliding herself back into the chair. She placed a glass of eggnog in front of him with a little smile, “On the house. So, what are you doing for Christmas since you’re back on short notice?” He watched as she tilted her head and seemed to be anxiously awaiting his answer. “Oh, I’m not sure. I guess just go home for the night, have to spend some time with the mare, tomorrow and otherwise maybe I’ll just catch a few movies on the tv.” He took a sip of the eggnog and noted a hint of Southern Comfort. When he looked up, she just gave him a little smile. “You?”“Probably about the same thing, except for the mare part. Just catch up on some Christmas movies, have a couple of drinks, sleep in, and do the same tomorrow I suppose. Or,” she paused, grinned a bit at him, “or, maybe you could join me and at least we would have some company to enjoy during our movie watching.” Mel wagged her eyebrows just a bit in excitement.He watched her eyebrows in a bit of amusement, and chuckled softly “I think I would be a fool to turn down the offer. I would be glad to join you.”She smiled widely at that, and rose up to go retrieve the check and complete the formalities of shutting down the restaurant for the night. He watched her dart from spot to spot, helping with cleaning up tables and putting away silverware. A bit of wonder got to him, how different she was here, than in the classroom, where she had always been a bit formal. He wondered briefly if that had to do with her being a veteran. Perhaps it was because of how she’d lived. It wasn’t long though, before she popped up to the table and gently grabbed his arm to signal that it was time to go. Getting to his feet, he realized just about how much alcohol he’d had, but made it out the door and onto the metro bus, to her place.They walked the two blocks from the bus stop to the complex, where Mel’s condo was. Phil looked up, blinking, “I didn’t know anyone rented these out.” Mel just smiled and shook her head, “I own one. Much better than living in the apartments near campus, and especially much quieter and more private. Plus, I don’t have to compete with the younger women at the pool.” She gave a little wolfish grin at that last part and led him towards the door of her condo.Inside, he found the place lightly decorated for Christmas. Little figurines placed here and there, a few window decorations, Christmas cards taped above the entranceway to the kitchen. The condo itself was cozy. From what he could see it seemed like a two bedroom place and he smiled a little at the fireplace in the living room with a stocking hung to one side. The place had a very homie feel to it; something he hadn’t felt except at his parent’s place, in a long time.She ran around in the background, picking up a few things here and there. None of her plans had included company being over for the night. Normally she would have just come in, poured a glass of wine, stripped off her work uniform and caught up with her TiVo in panties. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen tonight though she stifled a little giggle as she imagined what his reaction would have been to that. “There’s beer, eggnog, and soda in the fridge and the cabinet above the freezer has the liquor in it. Feel free to help yourself, so long as you make me an eggnog with spiced rum in it. I’ll be out in a minute.”She pulled off the top and the skirt, throwing them into her laundry basket. After a moment thinking it over, her bra followed shortly afterwards, letting a heavy chest hang freely. Deciding to go all in and fully change, panties were thrown in last. Into the master bathroom she wandered, taking up a warm wet washcloth, and using it to wipe some of the sweat away from underneath her breasts, around her thighs, and a few other places. Fingers ran through her curly red bush. It was a little overdue for a trimming and there was a bit of a wish that she had the time to, but she figured if it came to that he probably wouldn’t mind terribly much. A few pats with a towel to dry off and she put on a stretchy sports bra, tee-shirt, and a pair of university sweat pants. Two spritzes from a bottle of warm vanilla sugar body spray then quick brushing of her hair and out the door she came.Phil had taken a seat on the end of the couch, having made two of the eggnog and spiced rum drinks. Slowly he sipped at one, just admiring her place and the country style décor she seemed to prefer. A smile crossed his face as she came out, a little surprised at how she could make even sweats and a tee-shirt look sexy. He was just content to watch her as she went over to the fireplace and got a compressed log lit, admiring her rear as she bent over to do it, then as she put a movie into the player and came over to the couch.They chatted idly during the first movie, discussing career goals, college experiences, and general background information. Phil purposely kept only slowly sipping away at his eggnog, making the drink last the entirety of the first movie and giving the alcohol time to course its way out of his system. As they chatted he found himself becoming more intrigued with this young woman, her variety of interests and the passion she brought to life. He liked how her face lit up as she talked about taking an internship at a dig in the Badlands and at having found actual dinosaur bones. Even if he wasn’t so interested in what she was studying, he just liked being around someone who was so happy doing what she was doing.The topic slowly turned towards their shared love of horses. He’d grown up on a horse ranch a few hours south of where they were and she’d only just started taking lessons after moving to Boise. He knew more of the technical side but she had the passion beyond that of someone who had just gushed over ponies as a little kid. When she came back from changing the DVD’s and accepted her second drink, he took note that she was sitting much closer to him than at the beginning of the evening. Each time she came back from getting up it seemed she moved a few inches closer till it was shortly after one am and upon coming back from putting in a new movie she was cuddled up against his figure. He could smell the faded scent of vanilla spice on her, it felt inviting, it just felt right.She knew it was the alcohol. She’d been making hers stronger than usual just so that she’d have the excuse to blame the alcohol. But now she found herself spooned up against Phil and having decided that she’d already crossed the line of no turning back. Mel gently guided his arm to rest over her stomach, snuggling herself fully against him, closing her eyes and just savoring the feeling. It had been too long since she’d last felt the comforting warmth of another person pressed up against her, this time with the bonus of his muscles giving her the protective feeling of being wrapped up. Through her sweats she could even feel the gentle pressing of a stiffening cock. She smiled to herself and gave a tiny wiggle just to get a better feel of it then pressed softly against him feigning snuggling in more.By about halfway through the movie and all of the way through her glass of eggnog curiosity and hormones couldn’t be contained much more. Her hand gently drifted to his pants and upon finding no resistance she unzipped the jeans and slipped her hand in, seeking the opening of his boxers. Fingers gently caressed the head of his swollen member and slowly she began to guide it out into the open. Slowly and gently she caressed him, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock throbbing in her hand. When she felt his fingers touch the edge of her sweats, Mel arched a little to urge him to seek further. A contented sigh slipped from her lips as she felt his hand gently cup her swollen mound and fingers softly rub upon her clit and external lips.He had been hoping that there might be a little fun after she had been wiggling and adjusting against him during the movie. When she reached for his cock, it felt like he’d stiffened even more at the anticipation. The stroking was pleasant but it hadn’t compared to reaching within her sweats, finding her not wearing a pair of panties, and that she was already damp from the little bit of play they’d already gotten into. Gently he played with her clit, loving the little moans coming from her throat. When she felt wet enough he slipped two fingers within her and began to massage the inside of her cunt while caressing her clit. When he felt her fingers leave his cock for a moment he internally sighed at the loss, but seconds later he felt her sweatpants slip down and the soft skin of her rear caress against his stiff member.As much as Mel was enjoying having her cunt caressed by his fingers what she really craved was the stretching that only a thick cock could give her. Twisting her body a bit, she wiggled upwards till she could stand and straddle his feet. Facing away, she slowly lowered he beautiful ass into position. He guided her down with his two hands on her ass cheeks. Then he gently spread her cheeks until his cock head rubbed against her wet, swollen lips. She reached between her legs and gently grasped his shaft. Then she slowly rubbed the head against herself, enjoying the feeling and giving it enough time to get thoroughly wet. She had taken larger cocks, but he was up there in size and she knew that plenty of lube was her key to really enjoying the experience. When she felt she had gotten his cock wet enough, she pressed his head against her tight hole and slowly she began to wiggle herself down, allowing him to enter. A soft groan slipped from her throat as the head popped within, slowly followed by the thick, veiny shaft.Only when she finally felt her ass begin to press against his body, did she finally breathe out and just waited, feeling him within her.  Phil then slid both his hands upward. Very slowly, his manly hands slid around her ass. Then he slid them forward to her navel, sliding one finger into her tender dimple. She had goosebumps for a moment, and he waited until her body calmed. Then  he resumed his slow upward journey, maintaining a contstant firm contact along her narrow waist.Mel rested her back on Phil's chest. Tucking her head on one of his shoulders, she leaned her head alongside his.Finally, his hands slid up, under her tits. He turned his wrists to cup each of her tits, and her ass continued to gyrate on his lap. 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Good afternoon, I'm _____ with today's episode of EZ News. Taipei signs NT$12.2 billion Nvidia deal The Taipei City Government has signed a 12.2-billion N-T agreement with Nvidia for the T-17 and T-18 plots of land at the Beitou-Shilin Technology Park. Mayor Chiang Wan-an says construction on the U-S technology company's new Taiwan headquarters could now begin as early as June. The deal grants Nvidia 50-year land surface rights, extendable by up to 20 years and Chiang is describing the agreement as a major milestone and is also pledging (保證) full municipal support. Under Nvidia's investment plan, more than 40-billion N-T will be spent during construction, and operations are expected to create over 10,000 jobs. Nvidia C-E-O Jensen Huang is scheduled to visit Taiwan from June 2 to 5 for Computex Taipei. TSMC shares surge almost 69% in 'Year of Snake' Shares in Taiwan Semiconductor Manufacturing soared almost 69-per cent in the Year of the Snake. T-S-M-C shares closed at a record high of 1,915 N-T on Wednesday - the final trading day of the Year of the Snake - despite coming off off a historic intraday high of 1,925 N-T early in the session. The chipmaker's share price jumped 780 N-T during the Year of the Snake and contributed about 6,262 points to the Tai-Ex's overall rise for the year. The strong showing raised T-S-M-C's market capitalization by more than 20-trillion N-T during the year. Taipei Zoo to renovate its tropical rainforest area And, The Taipei City Zoo has announced plans to renovate its tropical rainforest area. According to the zoo,the renovations will improve animal welfare, update some of its aging facilities and are in line with (與…一致,符合,按照) international trends in professional zoo development. The Asian tropical rainforest area opened in 1997. The zoo will be relocating its Asian elephants Yu-Hsin and Yu-Kai to the African animal area later this year during the renovation period. The zoo will also be transfering other animals, such as the Malayan tiger, sun bear, and leopard, following the elephants' move. Republicans join Democrats to rebuke Trump's Tariffs on Canada US lawmakers have voted to terminate President Donald Trump's tariffs on Canada - with six Republicans joining Democrats in the House of Representatives. The resolution passed 219 to 211 - sending the bill to the Senate where a similar (相似的) measure passed last year. Toni Waterman has more. Sci Initiative Finds HumanCaused Climate Change Drove Wildfires A team of researchers say that human-caused climate change had an important impact on the recent wildfires that engulfed parts of Chile and Argentina's Patagonia region. That's according to a report released Wednesday by World Weather Attribution, a scientific initiative that investigates extreme weather events. The report says the hot, dry and gusty weather that fed last month's deadly wildfires in central and southern Chile was made around 200% more likely by human-made greenhouse gas emissions. Ande the high-fire-risk conditions that fueled (激起，助長) the blazes still racing through southern Argentina were made 150% more likely. World Weather Attribution says “These trends are projected to continue in the future as long as we continue to burn fossil fuels.” That was the I.C.R.T. EZ News, I'm _____. －－－－以下為 SoundOn 動態廣告－－－－ 新感覺夾心土司 多種口味隨心挑選 讓你隨時隨地都有好心情 甜蜜口感草莓夾心、顆粒層次花生夾心、濃郁滑順可可夾心 主廚監製鮪魚沙拉、精選原料金黃蛋沙拉 輕巧美味帶著走，迎接多變的每一天 7-Eleven多種口味販售中 https://sofm.pse.is/8qdyge -- Hosting provided by SoundOn

Sonia La Marca"Il risveglio della Grande Madre"Viaggio evolutivo attraverso le stagioni dell'anima e di Madre NaturaEdizioni Spazio Interiorewww.spaziointeriore.comQuesto libro è un viaggio alchemico ed evolutivo, in cui l'Autrice ci accompagna in un cammino che esplora il risveglio delle forze femminili e maschili nella loro essenza sciamanica, spirituale, corporea e mentale. Attraverso la conoscenza delle forze della Grande Madre, veniamo condotti in un dialogo profondo con le energie di Madre Terra, radicandoci nella sua saggezza ancestrale. Questo percorso di trasformazione si snoda nella sanazione delle radici: l'albero genealogico, le relazioni che ci plasmano e soprattutto la relazione con noi stessi, primo e sacro incontro con il nostro essere. È il viaggio dell'iniziato: un cammino di consapevolezza attraverso tutte le stagioni interiori, accogliendone i doni, le opportunità, le ombre e la luce. Perché solo attraversandole fino in fondo possiamo evolverci, guarire, manifestarci, crescere e illuminarci. Le pagine di questo libro mostrano come le dinamiche della vita, dalla nostra origine primale ai giorni presenti, ci guidino in un ciclo di evoluzione continua: un invito a riscoprire il nostro posto nell'equilibrio universale, armonizzando spirito e corpo, mente e cuore, e intrecciando il nostro viaggio personale con il respiro della natura e il ritmo eterno della vita, aiutandoci a prendere consapevolezza di tutto quello che siamo e possiamo essere, a entrare in contatto con le nostre ferite, risvegliare l'istinto arcaico che possediamo e così ritrovare il nostro potere personale.«Questo non è un libro. Questo è un viaggio. È il viaggio che, attraverso l'incontro con la Grande Madre, mi ha portata a fiorire, trasformandomi da donna inconsapevole, desiderosa di colmare il vuoto che si portava dentro, a donna in cammino alla scoperta di se stessa e della sua sacralità. Ma è anche il tuo viaggio, di te che ti appresti a leggere e a scendere dentro di te, alla scoperta di te stessa e della tua sacralità.È un viaggio attraverso le stagioni, della natura e dell'anima, che si sviluppa attraverso un percorso circolare che dall'Autunno conduce all'Estate, dalla Morte alla Manifestazione. Ed è il ciclo dell'anima, del cambiamento e di ogni percorso evolutivo, dove le quattro stagioni diventano archetipi per raccontare le quattro fasi del viaggio alchemico, personale e collettivo, che dall'ombra conduce alla luce, dal trauma alla guarigione. Il ciclo trasformativo non si esaurisce con il suo apparente compimento, ma ricomincia ogni volta da dove si è fermato per dare inizio a una nuova parabola. Ecco allora che il cerchio diventa spirale, permettendoci di toccare ogni volta livelli sempre più profondi e raggiungere gradini sempre più alti della nostra incarnazione».Sonia La Marca è terapeuta sciamanica, costellatrice, formatrice e scrittrice. Inizia consapevolmente a lavorare su di sé nel 2008, ma è nel 2012 che avviene un clic riconosce la propria missione: accompagnare gli altri nella guarigione e nell'evoluzione dell'anima. Il suo primo strumento è la natura, che la conduce alla floriterapia. Prosegue con l'Ipnosi Regressiva, la lettura dei Registri Akashici, PSYCH-K® ed EFT, strumenti che favoriscono l'integrazione e la guarigione tra corpo, mente e spirito. L'incontro con una curandera sudamericana le apre la via alla saggezza antica delle Ande e allo Sciamanesimo. Inizia il lavoro con le piante maestre e medicina, e apprende a leggere dal Libro della Natura, una guida vivente e sacra. La maternità e la relazione di coppia rappresentano passaggi profondi e trasformativi che radicano ulteriormente il suo cammino. Nel tempo, si forma nelle costellazioni familiari multidimensionali, e conosce a fondo il lavoro corporeo ed emotivo di Willi Maurer e le 5 Leggi Biologiche. Da queste esperienze nasce un metodo personale che unisce la visione sistemica al lavoro sul trauma e al risveglio della sacralità. Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

The most dangerous lie women believe in midlife is that their best years are behind them. It shows up quietly. It sounds reasonable. It tells us to slow down, step back, and stop wanting more. In Episode 254, When Wanting More In Midlife Starts to Feel Wrong, I sit down with pro-aging advocate Ande Lyons to challenge that lie and reveal how easily women become caged by their age without even realizing it. We talk about how gendered ageism shapes confidence, ambition, and identity for women in midlife — and why wanting more in midlife can suddenly feel inappropriate, risky, or unrealistic, even when women still feel capable, curious, and alive. This conversation introduces a pro-aging mindset and reframes aging not as decline, but as expansion. We explore what it really means to rewire, not retire, why purpose after 60 is not only possible but powerful, and how lived experience becomes an advantage rather than a limitation. We also talk about visibility — saying your age out loud, being comfortable as the oldest woman in the room, and choosing to show up fully instead of shrinking. Ande shares why intergenerational community matters, and how connection helps dissolve ageism while keeping women energized, engaged, and grounded. We cover simple daily practices that support positive aging: gratitude, journaling, intentional movement, protecting balance and strength, and choosing community over isolation. Throughout the episode, one truth is reinforced again and again: self-first is not selfish. This conversation is a reminder that wanting more in midlife is not a problem to fix. You are not done. You are not invisible. And you do not need permission to want more. Connect with Ande here: https://www.dontbecagedbyyourage.com/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/andelyons/  https://www.youtube.com/@AndeLyons  https://www.instagram.com/dontbecagedbyyourage/  TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@dontbecagedbyyourage  Podcast: https://www.dontbecagedbyyourage.com/ Work with Heike here: Grab my book, Pursue Your Spark, here! Reach out to me directly at heike@heikeyates.com and stop spinning your wheels, not knowing what to do next. I will help you figure out the answer to one of your burning questions, where you can take action right away.   

If you've ever thought about buying and riding a vintage motorcycle, this is the year you'll want to listen to Chasing the Horizon! We're engaging experts skilled in restorations, custom builds and motorcycle maintenance to give you the low-down on exactly what owning a vintage bike requires. Join Ande Kahora of Barrington Motor Works for a discussion on a more traditional approach to restorations. The news checks in on KTM, Indian Motorcycle, LAND Moto and more. Chasing the Horizon is brought to you by Schuberth Helmets, ROX Speed FX, Wunderlich America and the BMW Motorcycle Owners of America. Get all the links for our guest and the news on the show notes page on chasingthehorizon.us.

Ainda que eu ande pelo vale - Pr. Francisco Ribeiro by Igreja Missionária Evangélica Maranata de Campo Grande Para conhecer mais sobre a Maranata:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/imemaranata/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/imemaranataSite: https://www.igrejamaranata.com.br/Canal do youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCa1jcJx-DIDqu_gknjlWOrQDeus te abençoe

Send us a textThis week, Gemma and Ande are diving headfirst into one of the most infamous and unsettling conspiracy theories in U.S. history: The Philadelphia Experiment. Allegedly conducted by the U.S. Navy in the 1940s, this secret experiment was said to involve cloaking technology, teleportation, and time manipulation, resulting in horrifying consequences.In Part 1, we lay the groundwork. Where did this story originate? Who were the key figures that claimed it really happened? And how did a single naval ship become the center of decades of rumors involving vanished crews, fused bodies, and government cover-ups? Tune in as we go down this rabbit hole, y'all! 

In this milestone 200th episode, Shara sits down with podcaster, founder, and pro-aging advocate Ande Lyons for a deeply affirming and energizing conversation about purpose, visibility, and staying engaged at every stage of life.In this episode, we talk about:*Why ageism is wasting generations of talent*What “pro-aging” really means—and why anti-aging messaging is harmful, especially for women*Why retirement has been called a global epidemic*The importance of staying curious, connected, and engaged after 65*The power of intergenerational relationships*Ande's journey through entrepreneurship, startup mentoring, and podcasting*Why podcasting is one of the most powerful tools for connection, purpose, and community*How Ande built the New England Podcasters Group—and why in-person community still mattersThis episode is a reminder that life doesn't end at a certain age—it expands, and the world still needs what only you can bring.To connect with Ande, visit dontbecagedbyyourage.com Want to be a guest on Life Stories Podcast? Send Shara Goswick a message on PodMatch, here: https://www.podmatch.com/hostdetailpreview/1718977880777072342a16683

Requital, 3min,. UK Directed by Ande Case A short Animation of how history repeats itself. Frustratingly. Get to know the filmmaker: What motivated you to make this film? The original idea was from my partner who talked about history repeating itself. We despise inequality, that people so wealthy they will never want for anything still end up being so cruel and disgusting. The worst of us. They have the ability to end hunger, disease, homelessness yet they always end up being fascists who only want to visit cruelty upon others. From the idea to the finished product, how long did it take for you to make this film? About 6 months from script to final version as Lucy, the animator, was very kindly developing this film in between all the other work she had on and, due to budget, we had to rethink some scenes and visuals. How would you describe your film in two words!? History Repeats. What was the biggest obstacle you faced in completing this film? Finance, it's always finance. I have reached a point where ‘funding streams' are some fairy tale old filmmakers tell newbies about how good it was in their day ----- Subscribe to the podcast: https://twitter.com/wildsoundpod https://www.instagram.com/wildsoundpod https://www.facebook.com/wildsoundpod

Antonella Barina"Donne dell'altro mondo"Nove protagoniste di umanità ed eccezionale coraggioManni Editoriwww.mannieditori.it“Questo non vuol essere un libro di buoni sentimenti, ma un libro di avventure, che racconta le vicende emblematiche di pioniere spericolate: i prudenti non hanno mai battuto sentieri inviolati”.Vittoria vive in una capanna di fango e paglia sulle Ande e riscatta le bambine sfruttate come domestiche da ricchi peruviani. Ginevra fa la clown nei Paesi in guerra e negli orfanotrofi più sperduti della Terra. Chiara, infermiera, è stata in Liberia durante l'epidemia di ebola e nelle sale operatorie improvvisate nei camion a Mosul occupata dall'Isis. Natalina in Congo salva le ragazzine accusate di stregoneria e sottoposte a spietati riti d'esorcismo. Rita strappa le prostitute e i loro figli alla tratta degli schiavi nel Casertano. Adriana, ex bracciante agricola, soccorre le vittime di caporalato in Calabria. Federica in Angola e Afghanistan restituisce gli arti a chi è saltato su una mina, in Ciad e Yemen sovraintende a sconfinati campi profughi. Marisa e Gianna hanno creato una casa da fiaba per i bimbi malati di tumore che arrivano a Roma per le terapie con le loro famiglie.Sono donne che hanno vissuto vicende incredibili, rocambolesche eppur lontane dal clamore dei media, che dedicano la vita ai più sfortunati con entusiasmo e gioia.Donne che esaltano all'estremo le qualità tradizionalmente femminili di cura e accoglienza, ma anche paladine un po' folli. Protagoniste determinate a riscrivere il futuro.Antonella BarinaVive a Roma ed è giornalista dai primi anni Ottanta. Ha girato gran parte del mondo per realizzare reportage su temi culturali e sociali, prima per “l'Europeo”, poi come inviata del” Venerdì di Repubblica”, dove cura anche la rubrica settimanale “Noi e gli altri” dedicata all'universo della solidarietà.Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

La escritora de novela romántica que más vende en España visita El Faro de Mara Torres para presentar su 62º libro, 'Ande, ande, ande, La Marimorena'. 

In this episode, we are joined by Beth and Ande from As December Falls. The band share their story so far, the journey that led to their success as an independent act, and dive into the making of their brand new album, Everything's On Fire But I'm Fine. Before the interview, Chris and Nick chat about some recent releases from Militarie Gun and Hit The Lights, and Chris gives his thoughts on the recent New Found Glory show that Koyo opened up.

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Walking transformed anxiety into vitality for 69-year-old entrepreneur Ande Lyons, who discovered from a book-on-cassette that 35 minutes daily helped manage her symptoms and eventually led to her current six-mile routine despite facing osteoporosis. Ande argues that movement is a privilege rather than a chore, and that community connections matter more than almost anything else for healthy aging, while encouraging people to "take center stage" instead of becoming invisible as they age. Her journey from hiding her age in the startup world to becoming a pro-aging advocate demonstrates how shifting from apathy to action can redefine what thriving looks like in our later decades. Walk with Ande and me, Carolyn (Age 61)!   LET'S TALK THE WALK! Join here for support, motivation and fun! Wellness While Walking Facebook page Walking to Wellness Together Facebook GROUP Wellness While Walking on Instagram Wellness While Walking on Threads Wellness While Walking on Twitter Wellness While Walking website for show notes and other information wellnesswhilewalking@gmail.com     RESOURCES AND SOURCES (some links may be affiliate links) ANDE LYONS Don't Be Caged by Your Age Podcast On Instagram Ande on LinkedIn New England Podcasters Group On Instagram Lucinda Bassett is whom Ande first heard about walking for mental health from Eventbrite – look for events in your area Meetup – find groups, events and activities near you Breaking the Age Code by Becca Levy, PhD Boston Girls Who Walk on Instagram   HOW TO RATE AND REVIEW WELLNESS WHILE WALKING How to Leave a Review on Apple Podcasts on Your iOS Device 1.   Open Apple Podcast App (purple app icon that says Podcasts). 2.   Go to the icons at the bottom of the screen and choose “search” 3.   Search for “Wellness While Walking” 4.   Click on the SHOW, not the episode. 5.   Scroll all the way down to “Ratings and Reviews” section 6.   Click on “Write a Review” (if you don't see that option, click on “See All” first) 7.   Then you will be able to rate the show on a five-star scale (5 is highest rating) and write a review! 8.   Thank you! I so appreciate this!   How to Leave a Review on Apple Podcasts on a Computer  1.   Visit Wellness While Walking page on Apple Podcasts in your web browser (search for Apple Podcasts or click here)  https://www.apple.com/apple-podcasts/ 2.   Click on “Listen on Apple Podcasts” or “Open the App” 3.   This will open Apple Podcasts and put in search bar at top left “Wellness While Walking” 4.   This should bring you to the show, not a particular episode – click on the show's artwork 5.   Scroll down until you see “Rating and Reviews” 6.   Click on “See All” all the way to the right, near the Ratings and Review Section and its bar chart 7.   To leave a written review, please click on “Write a Review” 8.   You'll be able to leave a review, along with a title for it, plus you'll be able to rate the show on the 5-star scale (with 5 being the highest rating) 9.   Thank you so very much!! OTHER APPS WHERE RATINGS OR REVIEWS ARE POSSIBLE Spotify Goodpods Overcast (if you star certain episodes, or every one, that will help others find the show)  Castbox Podcast Addict Podchaser Podbean   HOW TO SHARE WELLNESS WHILE WALKING Tell a friend or family member about Wellness While Walking, maybe while you're walking together or lamenting not feeling 100% Follow up with a quick text with more info, as noted below! (My favorite is pod.link/walking because it works with all the apps!) Screenshot a favorite episode playing on your phone and share to social media or to a friend via text or email! Wellness While Walking on Apple – click the up arrow to share with a friend via text or email, or share to social media Wellness While Walking on Spotify -- click the up arrow to share with a friend via text or email, or share to social media Use this universal link for any podcast app: pod.link/walking – give it to friends or share on social media Tell your pal about the Wellness While Walking website Thanks for listening and now for sharing! : )       DISCLAIMER Neither I nor many of my podcast guests are doctors or healthcare professionals of any kind, and nothing on this podcast or associated content should be considered medical advice. The information provided by Wellness While Walking Podcast and associated material, by Whole Life Workshop and by Bermuda Road Wellness LLC is for informational and entertainment purposes only. It is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis or treatment. Always seek the advice of your physician or other qualified health care provider with any questions you may have regarding a medical condition or treatment, and before undertaking a new health care regimen, including walking.     Thanks for listening to Wellness While Walking, a walking podcast and a "best podcast for walking"!

On the program a triumphant return visit from Ande Kahora at Barrington Motr Works to dig in deep on /6 transmission and final drive repairs. Find Ande here: https://www.barringtonmotorworks.com/ Join the BMW MOA for FREE! Use this code-- airheads247--in the link below: bmwmoaf.givingfuel.com/memberforces Other Moto BMW MOA Podcasts www.bmwmoa.org/page/digitalcontent Visit our website for additional content and the 247 Store: airhead247.com Drop us line: airheads247@hotmail.com Support our Sponsors and Friends: Boxer 2 Valve / William Plam www.boxer2valve.com/ Air Support BMW / George Thomas www.airsupportbmw.com/

Send us a textWARNING: FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. UNDER 17 REQUIRES ADULT SUPERVISION.  This week it's Eanna's birthday! So we celebrated by not planning and letting Ande pick the movie! Jeepers Creepers (2001), a classic, right? Let's go on this backroad ride together, y'all! It's a blast!   Stay tuned & stay NASTY.  Also, leave ya girls a review on Apple Podcasts and we'll dedicate an episode to your movie pick!