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Thank you for joining us today! Our guest is Anouschka Menzies, co-founder of Bacchus PR.Bacchus PR was founded 27 years ago and now has over 130 employees across 5 offices - London, New York, Miami, Dubai and most recently Riyadh.It works across the fashion, restaurants, hotels and real estate sectors and has a fee income of approximately £14m. Annouska describes the type of business that Bacchuss does as 70% consumer and 30% corporate.Before we start, the headline news is that The PRmoment Awards have now opened for entries.. So if you want: Independent third party recognition of your work and a compelling differentiator that attracts new clients and builds credibility, then do enter.Improved this year is our insights & feedback functionality, you now receive constructive feedback on your campaign work and agency performance, broken down by the specific judging criteria.And finally from a GEO and LLM Optimisation perspective: Every winning entry will receive a dedicated profile page on the PRmoment Awards website, which will showcase the successful submission and explain the judging panel's decision. Also, our PR Masterclass the Agency Growth Forum is less than 2 weeks away. Virtual and face to face tickets are now available.Check out PRmasterclasses.com or the homepage of PRmoment for the full speaker lineup.Also, thanks so much to the PRmoment Podcast sponsors the PRCA.Here's a summary of what Anouschka and PRmoment founder Ben Smith discussed:Anouschka started the business with Charlotte Lurot and, a couple of years later, Daize Washbourn joined. Has having 3 leaders from an early stage accelerated the ambition of Bacchus? Anouschka talks about PR needing to have a commercial impact and needing to generate cash for clients. How does that come through in the approach to Bacchus's work? All of Bacchus' senior staff in London have been with the business for over a decade. That creates great experience and knowledge in the business but can it result in a lack of opportunity for more junior employees?Anouschka talks about how Bacchus made the move into real estate PR? That seems quite a jump from restaurants and hotels? But that was a crucial step for the business right.How does Bacchus create an entrepreneurial culture in its business? “It needs to be a better package than anyone else is offering.”Anouschka has built an international business when lots of her peer agencies have struggled to build an international network. Why did she decide to go international relatively early in Bacchus's journey?“Corporate PR is probably easier than consumer PR!”“Any international entity coming to the UK needs to understand that our press will leave no stone unturned.”How excited is Anouschka about PR's GEO opportunity?If Anouschka had one piece of advice for young PR agency leaders out there, what would it be?“Never compete with anyone but yourselves?”Is Anouschka nervous or positive about the future of the PR agency business?

The Time Riders: Part 10 Egyptian Acheology, In Real Time. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Mark felt a cold chill, but also was strangely assured that she didn't begin screaming. If anything, she sounded vaguely amused. He didn't come out, but he pushed one of his hands through the linens and waved at her. "Silly," she giggled, still smirking. "You might as well come out, because all I have to do is scream if I want help. I'm not afraid of anyone stupid enough to break into the personal chambers of a devotee of the goddess." Mark took a deep breath and walked out from beneath the linens, stopping and looking down at her, blushing at getting caught. She looked up him curiously, although she was still clearly amused, and made no attempt to cover her nudity. "You're a slave," she remarked, noting his attire. "What compelled you to hide in my room?" What was the point in lying? "I was hoping to fuck a Vestal," he confessed, shrugging and turning his palms to her in a gesture of honesty. "That's the simple truth." She raised an eyebrow. "That's brazen of you. You know we're all virgins on purpose, right? We took a sacred vow." Mark shrugged again. "Everyone has needs and urges, even sacred virgins." Aemelia giggled. "I suppose that's true. But why would; excuse me, I don't know your name, slave." "Bonosus." "Well, then, Bonosus," she intoned, setting her arm on the edge of the basin and then resting her head against two fingers while she observed him, more than a little intrigued. "What makes you think a sacred virgin of mighty Rome would want to fuck a slave, if she were indeed subject to such base desires as you describe?" "Well, you wouldn't need to take a vow if you weren't subject to them, would you?" he reasoned. "And as to why;” He slowly slipped off his ragged tunic, leaving him naked. Aemelia's eyes widened slightly as his cock came into view. "Woof," she muttered to herself as she fixated on his limp cock. "Your father, is he Bacchus, or a satyr? Because only a god or a creature of sin should be lavished with a prong like that." "Interested?" he asked, smirking back at her. "Because if you're not, maybe Marcia or Licinia would be willing to make use of me if you're not' "Hold on, now," the blonde interrupted in a quiet but calm voice, holding up her hand. "I didn't say that. All I asked was what you had to offer that a sacred virgin would be willing to compromise her vows for. And that thing makes up for a lot of sacred vows;” She rose slowly, the water cascading down her body. Not surprisingly, as a sacred virgin, her cunt was unshaved, but her wet hairs were rather light and sparse, the same color as her honey hair. "Um, you're eighteen, right?" Mark asked, wondering for a moment. Aemelia gave him a wry look, her hands moving up to her tits. "I am. A little more, in fact. Is that a problem? Am I too old for you to want to fuck me?" "No, I'm perfectly okay with you being eighteen," he assured her. "Kinda counting on it, in fact." "Well, that is good to hear," she said, allowing her hands to fall away from her tits and exposing herself again. She seemed strangely shameless, which was no doubt quite a trick to hide in these environs. "It'd be one thing for me to reject you, but it would be unthinkable for me to be rejected by a mere slave. And if you were indeed intent on someone younger, I would have to summon Lucia or Domi' "Nope, I'm intent on you, if you're willing," Mark said firmly, smiling as she watched his cock swelling slowly. He wasn't getting hard, but he was getting aroused, and it had the desired effect on his potential partner. Aemelia bit her lip as she watched his cock grow. "Normally, I just pleasure myself in the bathing basin, since it is easy to hide," she said as she stepped out of the water and walked over toward the linens he was standing in front of, drawing close to him and smiling rather saucily. "But to be fucked in the bathing basin would create too much noise, I fear. No, base slave, if you intend to have your way with me, it must be quick and dirty, and allow me to conceal any evidence after. You do not want to know what happens to a sacred virgin who has broken her vows of chastity." "I can only imagine," Mark said as he took one of the linens hanging on a peg and knelt down on one knee, beginning to dry her off. She seemed amused by his attentiveness, and put one foot on his thigh, allowing him to continue. "So, what, I should probably fuck you somewhere in here, since it's farthest from the door and least chance to be heard, right?" Aemelia nodded and pointed at the bed. "But you cannot have me on my bed either, slave, as there will be evidence of my activities. No, I fear you will simply have to push me up against a wall and fuck me, like a common whore." "Probably all we have time for," he pointed out, leering as he stood, towering over her and pulling her body to his and beginning to fondle her. She closed her eyes and sighed as he groped her tit and ran his other hand down her back to caress her ass. "Uh, my first man," she whispered, not at all flinching from his touch. If anything, she parted her legs slightly, which she reached down to stroke his hardening cock with one hand. "Not only breaking my vows to my goddess, but the sheer indignity of losing my chastity to a lowly slave;” He could tell she was getting really turned on. His hand found her cunt and he slipped two fingers inside, making Aemelia moan. She was already very wet, and he couldn't find a hymen, so he would have no problem fucking her. "You are feeling around; for my chastity," she breathed, opening her hazel eyes and looking up at him while he fingered her. "It was broken many years ago, while I was riding atop of a horse to a ceremony. It was determined to be an accident, and not a symbol of the goddess' disfavor, so I was permitted to continue serving her. Now, my chaste cunt will serve you, slave. You may fuck me. But first;” She pulled away from him and went over to the far wall, then took hold of a small wooden peg and tapped on the wall three times in a certain rhythm, then three more. She put the peg down and then walked back to him, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You may fuck me against the wall right there, slave;” she whispered breathily, clearly getting eager. She stopped in front of him and waited for something. Then he heard three faint taps in a certain rhythm, which seemed to come from the wall she'd just tapped on. Without any further hesitation, she led him over to the wall she'd indicated and bent forward, exposing her ass to him while steadying herself against the wall. Mark didn't wait, but simply placed his hands on her ass cheeks while standing behind her. He teased his hard cock against her wet twat before sliding the head inside. He felt her stiffen, her back arching, and then she was murmuring to herself. "I am disgraced; I am disgraced;” Mark smiled evilly and pushed deep inside her with one long, slow stroke. Aemelia shuddered and choked, fighting the urge to cry out as he violated her. She hissed as he bottomed out in her, pushing back on her hands to take him in further. She was silent now, just trembling as she felt his cock pinning her to him. Mark then began to stroke back and forth slowly, letting her adjust to the sensation. She was indeed tight, and he was inclined to believe her claim that she was still a virgin, even if she had no hymen. "Bonosus;” she said in a quiet voice somewhere between a gasp and a whisper. She pushed back against him again, starting to grind her ass in circles, reveling in the sensation of a man deep inside her, committing such an extreme blasphemy against Mother Rome. The two were thinking the same thing: Fuck Mother Rome. Mark started moving faster, knowing they didn't have a lot of time. His hips began smacking against her ass, and he watched as his cock glistened, sliding back and forth in her slippery cunt. "Uh, less noise, less noise!" she rasped, waving almost frantically with one hand, her eyes squeezed shut. "Do you want us to both be executed?" Mark kept pumping back and forth strongly, but refrained from slamming against her. He was still more than deep enough to send her into convulsions, though, and the priestess hissed lustily, looking back at him with glazed hazel eyes. "Make me cum," she panted, working herself against him rather inexpertly, but with amazing enthusiasm. "Disgrace my body, my temple, with your cum, slave!" Mark moved faster, and felt her cunt rippling and contracting around him greedily, indicating she was not far off from orgasm. His hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, stretching her and she bit her knuckle and keened. Covered in sweat, her arm flashed out to the side, pointing at the linens hanging next to them. "A linen!" she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Give me a linen before I scream!" Mark reached out and grabbed one of the long linen swaths off a peg and handed it to Aemelia, who hastily shoved as much as she could into her mouth, right before her body contorted and was wracked by orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy, the linen muffling the otherwise piercing sound magnificently. Her cunt clutched his cock fiendishly, and Mark stifled a loud groan as he began to cum deep inside her. They ground and squirmed against one another heatedly as he filled her with his pearly essence, and he could feel her cum slathering his thighs. Finally, she sagged, leaning against the wall to keep herself up while removing the linen from her mouth so she could breathe heavily. Some moments later, she eased herself forward, off his throbbing cock, gasping as it popped out of her. She turned around, leaning back against the wall and pulled Mark to her, pressing her mouth against his and kissing him deeply. She may have been a virgin, but she certainly knew how to kiss. Then again, if it was just her and a few other young women living here, that was probably to be expected. "This, slave," she whispered breathily, looking up into his eyes while she reached down and massaged his sticky, still oozing cock. "This has now been in the most sacred of cunts, a sacred temple, defiled by your base desires. Do you know what an honor you've had?" "I can guess," Mark replied, using his body to pin her to the wall and pushing back inside her again. Aemelia shuddered and groaned, going up on her toes and clasping him. "You glad I defiled your temple?" "Yes, but we need to get you out of here," she managed to say, gently pushing him back so that he fell out of her. She knelt and kissed his cock while picking up the linen she'd stuffed into her mouth, and cleaned him off with it. She then hurried over to the pegs on another wall and slipped on a simple white robe, tying it shut. She was flushed, but obviously jubilant. She helped him get back into his slave tunic. "Well, I can strike that off my bucket list," Mark mused to himself in English, smirking. "What did you say?" Aemelia asked, looking up at him as she tied the cord around his waist. "Oh, I was just thinking that at least I can count on you to not brag about this," he said somewhat hastily. "Probably not many people you wanna tell." "True, there's really only Licinia and Marcia I would tell, because they are like-minded to myself. I would tell Domitia, since I suspect she has at least as licentious a heart as any of us, but dare not, because she is impulsive, and not prone to subtlety." "No shit;” Mark muttered as she finished helping him dress. "So now what? How do we get me out of here?" "There's a secret passage you can use at the end of this hallway. It'll take you down to the basement level again, and out though a garden. Be vigilant, but you should be safe. Take a sack of supplies out into the streets, so that it looks like you're on an errand. It'll help you avoid scrutiny." She led him through her apartment and opened the door to poke her head out into the hall, looking both ways. She then took his hand and pulled him out, hurrying down to the end of the hall and then pointing at a large plaster lavabo that dominated the wall. He used his fingers to pry it open like a door, which led into a dark stairwell. He was about to step into the stairwell when she took him by the hem of his tunic and pulled him back to her, kissing him deeply and passionately for several seconds before pushing him back through the aperture and then closing the door behind him. Aemelia leaned back against the ornate plaster lavabo and sighed, looking at the ceiling. She laid and hand on her tit, stood up, straightened her robe out, and then walked down the hall, attempting to look dignified. Thankfully, servants and the priestess' minders rarely came to this floor except at designated hours. She stopped in front of the door of the apartment next to hers, which had a plaque that red 'Licinia' and rapped on the door softly. The door opened and she was pulled inside by her wrist. The door had barely closed before she and another, younger priestess were kissing one another feverishly, hands wandering over each other's bodies. "Thank you for letting me watch," Licinia murmured as her tongue tangled with Aemelia's. "I am so jealous that you got to fuck first, even if it was just a slave. But what a cock he had on him." "I know, and it was everything we had hoped it would be, sister," Aemelia breathed, breaking the kiss and pulling her sister-priestess' bedchamber robe off. "If only it could have lasted longer. But for now;” She shed her own robe and leaned back against the wall, tilting her hips forward and using two fingers to spread her thick cuntlips wide. "You need to suck his cum out of my cunt while you can;” Mark's back was getting slightly sore from carting around sacks in order to get places without being stopped and questioned. He humped several cords of wood into the rear entrance of the Trajan Baths, sighing heavily as he dumped them down near other piles meant to heat the pools, and then went in search of Becky and Nanu. He heard them before he saw them, not surprisingly; he followed the telltale noises toward a smaller, more private bath chamber away from the main rooms. He paused in the door of the room, grinning and leaning against the entranceway while he just watched. In the shallow water, Becky and Nanu were sitting facing into one another, legs scissored and pussies pressed together. They panted and moaned as they slithered and ground against each other, resting back on one hand in the cool water, and gripping each other's arms with the second. They strained against one another, backs arching and their behinds out of the water, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. They both keened loudly before the dam broke. Sighing and moaning shamelessly, they squirmed and writhed, bathing each other's cunt in frothy cum. They girl-fucked one another hard, cumming for a long period before finally relaxing and settling into a squishy embrace, tits and pussies pressed together as they kissed lovingly. Mark finally came into the room, noticing that two young attendants were waiting in corners, linens ready. He shed his tunic and stepped down into the shallow pool, joining them. Becky broke the kiss to smile at him lewdly. "Well, hey, handsome," she purred, reaching over to stroke his cock, noticing it was recently used. "What did you get up to while Nanu and I were enjoying ourselves?" He was kneeling next to them, rotating his neck. "Might've used our loop to get revenge on the city for trying to kill me next week," he mentioned. "Found a certain temple, might've fucked a priestess;” Becky shook her head. "I swear, you're terrible at time theory, unless it involves doing something heinous, Mark. You are a menace." "Yeah, but you love it," he pointed out, grinning and reaching into caress one of her tits, his other hand fondling Nanu's. "Admit it." "I admit to nothing, young man," she purred, loving how his hand felt on her while she continued to stroke his cock. "Nanu asked if we could visit her family, see if they're okay. She hasn't seen them for a decade now." "I'm all right with that," Mark answered, shrugging. "We should give 'em money, too, improve their lot in life. Sounds like Egyptian peasants in the Roman era don't have a lot goin' for 'em." Becky smiled slyly. "Now that you mention it;” Akhmim, in a corner of the former Lower Kingdom. It was the time of year where the mighty Iteru was to have overflowed its banks and then receded, leaving the land gloriously fertile, and ready for the people to grow their crops and sell their goods to the merchants in the cities. But this year, the great god Hap'i had withheld his bounty, and the river had barely breached its banks. The land was dry, and crops scarce. People had been bringing muddy water from the edges of the river in buckets in a desperate attempt to fertilize their fields. Kiya sighed glumly as she tilled a shallow trench in the woefully dry soil on their farm. A wind blew across the field, and she was depressed to see that it carried reddish dust with it. She was the youngest remaining child, and she did the least skilled work as a result. She despaired of ever being married, since her parents could not afford to lose her. Years ago, they had sold their youngest daughter, in the hopes of getting enough money to improve the farm, with new tools and maybe some irrigation equipment, but they'd been had, and the materials and tools they'd bought were junk. It had cost them all the money they'd made in selling their child, and now they had less than ever. They barely subsisted even in the bountiful years, and during droughts like this, it could be deadly. Other farms were empty, due to death or abandonment. She stopped for a moment and leaned on the rickety hoe she was using, squeezing her eyes shut and stifling a sob. She missed her little sister. Yes, Nanu had only been a year younger than her, but she'd been a joy in Kiya's young life, and they were very close to one another. Kiya loved little Nanu, and then one day, she was gone. As she opened her eyes and looked out over the dusty field at the long, thin rows of trenches, she wondered if Hap'i was punishing them for selling her little sister. Kiya wouldn't have blamed the god; she remembered being angry too, and she hadn't talked to her parents for days. Her older siblings, especially Aneksi and Joba, her eldest sister and brother, had loudly declared that it was a good thing to do, since it was one less mouth to feed, and Nanu had been useless for chores anyway. She was six years old when we sold her! Kiya thought angrily to herself as she glared at the barren field. What did you think she was going to be able to do? She heard a horn call and looked down at the distant river dully; she could see an ornate boat sailing downstream, being punted by dark-skinned Nubian slaves, the huffer standing at the bow waving for less important ships to move aside. Nobles, she grumbled to herself sourly. Probably on their way to Memphis to eat splendid food, and meet with their Roman friends. Splendid food. She'd almost forgotten what anything other than bread or little bits of fish tasted like. And the drought made even bread scarce, while fish were dangerous to try to catch, because of the hippos and crocodiles that crowded the river. In years like this, the crocodile demons were especially aggressive. Movement caught her eye, and she saw a palanquin coming up the banks on the small, dusty road. It wasn't even a road, really, so much as a failed ditch that had been meant for irrigation of the nearby farms. Slaves carried the palanquin on their shoulders, and diaphanous curtains concealed who sat within. A tall, light-skinned slave walking with a tall stick led the way. Just behind him came a woman riding a mule, a cloak wrapped around her upper body to protect her from the dusty wind. They seemed to be coming this way. Why are they headed this way? Kiya wondered with a frown. What could they possibly want here in dusty little Akhmim? She stood up and began walking toward the palanquin as it drew closer, her hoe held casually in her right hand: unthreatening, but ready in case their intentions were malign. She could see now that the male slave leading the way was rugged and handsome, with brown hair and deep eyes. Behind him, she woman on the horse, whom she assumed was still a slave, seemed rather pretty beneath her swathes of dark grey linen and fabrics. Were her eyes; blue? She glanced over at her ramshackle house that she, her siblings, her parents and grandparents lived in. No one else seemed to have noticed yet, or were too far away to see. Clearly this would be up to Kiya for now. So how should she react? She played it safe and got down on both knees, bowing her head and looking at the reddish-brown ground beneath her. It was hot on her knees. She hoped this wouldn't take long, for she had to get back to the trenches, so that the other could pour their meagre water and begin to plant seeds. Kiya waited quietly. "I always did like seeing you on your knees, Ki;” she heard a sweet, girly voice say. Her head flicked up and she looked at the source of the voice; she could see a beautiful face leaning out between the curtains of the palanquin and smirking at her. Kiya's eyes widened and her jaw opened as the young woman slid down out of the palanquin and began walking toward her. She was wearing shimmering white clothes that hugged her lovely figure, and her hazel eyes danced in excitement. She was wearing gleaming gold jewelry, adorned with lapis and other gems. She was radiant, like a goddess. "N; Nanu?" Kiya asked in a tiny, incredulous voice. The vision of her long-lost sister nodded, still smiling. "NANU!!!" shrieked the older girl, dropping the hoe and launching herself forward into a crushing hug with her sister. She'd burst into tears by the time she reached Nanu, and the younger sister was crying as well while they embraced. Mark and Becky looked on, smiling as the sisters were reunited, crying together. True, Nanu's sister (the one named Kiya, they assumed) was getting dust all over Nanu's immaculate clothing, but it didn't matter. There were plenty of new outfits for her anyway. Kiya began planting tear-wet kisses all over Nanu's face, almost as if they were a method of making sure she was real. The weeping Nanu returned the kisses. Mark's head began tilting slowly on an angle as he watched, because the kisses were becoming slower, and seemingly more meaningful and; affectionate. "Well, now;” Becky said as she watched intently. "Hello, ancient Egypt." Nanu and Kiya were now absorbed in a very deep kiss, holding one another tight. Mark could see their tongues rolling around the insides of their cheeks. The whimpers of crying had given way to muffled moans while their hands wandered up each other's backs and came to rest on their ass cheeks. Still they kissed one another almost hungrily. Mark leaned in closer to Becky and whispered to her. "I get the feeling they really missed each other." The sisters finally broke the kiss, more for needing oxygen than any other consideration. They pressed their foreheads together, panting heavily as they stared into one another's eyes. Their lips were still glistening from the kiss they'd shared. Nearly a minute had passed before Kiya pulled her head back and looked at her little sister in renewed wonderment. "Nanu;” she managed to say. "How; what are you;” "Do you like it?" chimed Nanu, stepping back just far enough to do a twirl and display her raiment. The gold she wore on her neck, arms and ankles tinkled almost musically. "I have lots more." "We; mom and dad sold you;” Kiya said, still gaping. "They; they sold you as a slave. What miracle of the gods is this?" "Oh, the best kind," the younger girl quipped, giggling. "But I don't wanna explain this ten times, so why don't you get everyone over here? I'll have my slaves set up a shelter for us all to sit under." Kiya will still bordering on confused, but she nodded and turned to race back toward the hut, calling out loudly for people. Nanu watched her for a few moments before turning to look at Mark and Becky and smiling. "You two sure missed each other," Mark observed, grinning, while Becky fanned herself. Nanu gave Mark a snarky look and stuck out her tongue. "We were best friends, Kiya and I, we only had each other, really. And then I was gone for ten years. Is it really so surprising that we can pick up where we left off?" "Nah, just some culture shock is all," Mark chuckled as he laid down the packs he was carrying and then began unslinging others from the side of the mule Becky sat on, and the palanquin. "Shall I set up the shelter, your majesty?" Nanu giggled. "I could get used to that. Please!" The porters placed the palanquin on the ground, and began helping Mark set up the shelter. Along with their pay, they'd been promised good food and wine, so they were more than willing to put in great effort. Mere minutes had passed before a shelter was set up on sturdy poles, with curtains that could be fastened to the sides to keep out the dust and wind. Nanu crawled back inside the palanquin while Becky waited just outside. Before long, a group of people was approaching, being led by an eager Kiya. She kept badgering everyone to hurry up, and several seemed more than a little annoyed at her harrying them. They were of various ages, and all dressed similarly to Kiya, in the common wear of Egypt's teeming peasantry. Becky glanced subtly to the side, to look at Nanu. The young Egyptian woman was staring at the approaching throng, her eyes glassy, and she bit her lip to keep from crying. She didn't want to be crying when her family saw her again. Becky drew the curtains closed to give her some time to compose herself. She then stood and waited patiently while everyone approached. They were a rough lot, clearly hardened by a life of toil on one of the endless farms that lined the Nile. There were young men and women, some children who belonged to what she assumed were couples, and some elders laboring to bring up the rear. The crowd stopped near the shelter, and looked at the visitors silently. Becky nodded to them all said then spoke in a clear voice. "Do any of you speak the tongue of Rome?" Silence and blank stares greeted her. Unimpressed, she turned and called back. "Mark, none of them speak Latin, I need you." "Not the last time I'll ever hear you say that," he chuckled as he joined her. She gave him a sour look and swatted his arm. He ignored the assault and called out to everyone. "Has Kiya told you what we're doing here?" Many of the people shook their heads, but still didn't say anything. Mark gave Becky a sidelong glance, and the blonde woman went back to the palanquin, knelt, and pulled aside the curtain. She helped an elegant woman in white out of the vehicle, and she walked forward, holding a gauzy white veil over her head to conceal her features. She approached the group, and an older man finally pushed to the front and addressed her humbly. "How can this humble family serve you, mistress?" he asked. Nanu now pulled the veil over her head, letting them take a good look at her. Kiya looked like she was almost ready to burst. Several faces remained blank for quite some time, but others began to express shock as recognition set in. "Nanu?" asked the man in a quavering voice. "Yeah, it's me, dad," she said, her eyes shining again. "I'm home for a visit." "NANU!" an older woman blurted as she forced her way through the crowd and dashed forward. Nanu quit trying not to cry as she embraced her mother for the first time in more than a decade. Becky pressed her fingers to her lips as she watched and tried not to tear up. Mark just grinned. "Mommy," Nanu choked as she held the other woman tight. "I've missed you so much!" "How is this possible?" her father asked, sinking to his knees. "We; I had to sell you, to those Romans, in order to make enough money to' "The Flavians in Clysma, yes," Nanu affirmed, looking over her mother's shoulder and nodding while the elder woman wept. "And they sent me to Rome, once they discovered I could dance." "You always were a good little dancer!" Kiya gushed, almost bouncing up and down on the spot. Many of the other members of the family were drawing closer now, still gazing in wonder. Her father seemed to be going pale and trembling, though. "Are; are you sent back as a glorious spirit, to punish me for selling my beautiful daughter? Have mercy on me, I' "Dad, stop being so dramatic," Nanu almost complained as she let go of her mother and walked toward him. She hauled him to his feet and placed her tiny hands in his, letting him feel them. "See? I'm still flesh and blood, not a stupid spirit. I'm not a Flavian slave anymore, either. I'm wealthy and I have my own slaves." They all looked at Mark and Becky now. Becky pulled down the fabric around her head, and many of them gasped as her golden blonde hair and sea-blue eyes came into full view. They'd never seen anyone like her before. These were Nanu's slaves? Her father shook his head slowly. "I still do not understand. How did this happen?" "Who cares?" someone groused from the back of the crowd in a gruff, male voice. Nanu knew it right away, and looked up sourly. The crowd parted to let the speaker come forward. It was her eldest brother, Bata, and he was the second eldest of the siblings after Meritites, Nanu's big sister. He'd always been something of a bully toward her. More than something, actually. Nanu and Kiya both had unpleasant memories of the older boy. "We sold you for money, and what good did it do us?" the young man sneered, moving forward now. Nanu took half a step back, clearly intimidated. "The tools we bought were shit, and we're struggling harder than ever. You can't even be sold without fucking things up for your fa' Mark had lunged in and slammed his fist across Bata's jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. Everyone except Becky gasped, and one sister cried out in fright. Mark stood over the downed boy, glowering at him. Bata was holding his jaw, his eyes wide in shock. He could taste blood. "Got anything else to say about my mistress, shitbag?" Mark challenged. Bata glared at Mark before his gaze flicked over to the axe he'd dropped when he got punched. "Oh, please try that, I dare you,", Mark growled, unmoved by the perceived threat. "I'll shove that axe handle so far up your ass that you'll have splinters in your tongue for a month." Bata looked away, unable to endure Mark's glare. The younger man stepped back and let Nanu's brother get to his feet. Bata grabbed a woman by the wrist and stomped off, dragging her behind. Several of Nanu's siblings sighed and were visibly relieved. Mark then stepped back and let Nanu take over again. The Egyptian girl, still a little rattled, took a deep breath, composing herself. She then spoke to her family again. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd never see you again. I thought I'd die, far from home, never to return. I; I want to make sure that mom and dad never have to do anything like that again for our family's survival." Nanu brought her mother back to the family and helped her father stand. They were murmuring to one another and hugged, while people began crying. Several men and women watched on, some passively, some with curiosity. Mark assumed these were spouses who had married into the family since Nanu's departure some ten years ago. Nanu was hugging her oldest sister, Meritites, and sharing kisses with her, although not quite as affectionate as those she'd shared with Kiya. She then hugged and kissed her other siblings; Djoser, Ameny, Khafra, Nefer, Tiaa, Horemheb, Jobra, Anpu, and Senet. Jeebus, Becky thought, trying not to frown as she looked at the mother, whose name was apparently Pypuy. Twelve kids? How did her uterus not just fall right out? Nanu's father, Akhom, still seemed overwhelmed, but maybe that was understandable. He had, after all, clearly made an agonizing decision and it seemed to be revisiting him, even if the circumstances were joyous for everyone else. Nanu had explained to Mark and Becky that selling children into slavery in order for a poor family to survive was not uncommon in Egypt, but clearly it was still painful for all involved. Finally, the greetings ended, and Nanu, with her eyes still glistening, smiled at her family. "Let's eat, I brought lots of food." The shelter Mark and the slaves had erected was large enough to conceal everyone from the sun. They ate bread, figs, fish, and wine. Kiya excused herself and ran back to the house. Even Nanu's father seemed to have adjusted and was now enjoying himself. More than anything, though, there were endless questions. "I got lucky," Nanu said simply. "I know it seems impossible, but look at me. What more proof do you need? I am wealthy now, and not a slave. I came home to let you know, and also to give you money, so that you no longer need to struggle. You will live very comfortably. You could probably even retire from the farm and move into a town or city if you wanted to." "You're not coming with us?" her sister Tiaa asked, looking rather upset. "We just got you back, and you've been gone so long." Nanu looked down at the ground, going silent, wondering what to say. She felt very torn. Here she was, back with the family she'd missed her entire life, and giving them money, but beyond that, she had nothing to back it up; Mistress Aurora and Bonosus, or whatever their real names happened to be, were not her slaves. She had no talents that made her a patrician. She could barely read. She'd come here, so secure in her plan to see her family, alleviate any suffering they were enduring, and then go off on this grand adventure with her new beloved associates. They'd even told her she might be able to see her family again. But now, in this dingy but so comforting environment. She looked up and saw Kiya approaching again, carrying something in her arms. Everyone let her through, and she knelt next to Nanu, smiling. Nanu's eyes went wide. Kiya gently passed her the baby. It couldn't have been more than a year old. "Her name is Nanu," Kiya said softly, her brown eyes shining. "Named after the little sister I thought I'd lost forever." Nanu looked up and her eyes were glassy with wonder. "Who is her father?" Kiya smiled sadly. "The river took him earlier this year, during Akhet. I'm sorry you never met him." "She's beautiful," Nanu murmured, caressing the tiny cheek with her thumb, and feeling her heart thrum in her chest. "So beautiful." "There's all the time in the world now, for you to raise her and love her," her sister said, putting a hand on Nanu's arm. "I know you'll love her as much as I do. We can raise her together, just like we always talked about when we were younger. And I; what's wrong, Nanu?" Tears were now streaming down the younger girl's face as she tried to keep from bursting out crying. Becky found herself trying not to cry as well, even if she didn't understand the language. "I'm; I'm sorry, Kiya," she managed to say, while her sister's eyes teared up, knowing what was coming. "I can't stay, I now have a different life I must get back to. And it's not here in Akhmim, or even Keme itself." "I understand," Kiya rasped, her eyes red as she tried to hold it together. She loved Nanu so much. "Can't take us with you?" "No, I can't," Nanu said sadly, shaking her head slowly as she squeezed her eyes shut, crystalline tears falling onto the linen the baby in her arms was wrapped in. "I don't know how that would work." "Will we ever see you again?" her sister Ameny almost pleaded. "I want to say yes," Nanu replied, her eyes still closed. "But even visiting now was very difficult to arrange. But I promise you, I will try. And if I ever find a way to take you all away from here, then I will. And we'll all live in splendor together forever." Most of the girls were crying at this point, and even a few of her brothers were sniffling. Her mother and father just knelt quietly, looking very forlorn and lost. Nanu handed the baby back to Kiya and hugged her parents tight. "But even if I can't be here, I'm still looking after you, like I promised," she said in an earnest tone. She glanced over at Mark, who nodded and rose, using two of the porters to unfasten sacks from the mule and also the palanquin. When he brought them over, he laid them in front of Nanu, who opened them to display the contents. Her family members gaped in awe. More gold coins than they could have imagined glittered within. "You'll need to be quiet for some time about where it all came from, and not just spread it around, but this'll give even my niece's great-grandchildren a very comfy life if you're not stupid with it," she announced, running her hands through the coinage so they could hear the sound of it. "Like I said, you could become the wealthiest farmers in the region, or become traders in a nearby city. As long as you look after one another, always. Even Bata." "Don't worry about Bata, sis," grunted the second eldest brother, Anpu, looking at Meritites and smiling. She reached over and squeezed his hand. "We'll make Bata behave." "I know," sniffled Nanu, smiling and wiping at her eye. She'd always liked her big brother Anpu. He wasn't a jerk like Bata. "Just protect my sisters, Anpu, and my niece." He nodded, looking proud, since she'd assigned him this task. "Do you really need to leave already, Tahemet?" Djoser asked, calling Nanu by her childhood nickname of 'Queenie'. When they'd all been younger, Nanu, as the youngest, usually got the short end of the stick about everything. So she made up for it by having an active pretend life, where she was a queen, regal and worshipped by all. Meri, the eldest, had given her the nickname, but not in a mocking way, even if Bata used it as such. Nanu considered. Mark turned around and whispered to the porters. "Stay with us another night, and we'll triple your pay and give you all the remaining food." The men nodded readily. Nanu wanted to ask Mark and Becky, but they were supposed to be her slaves for this visit, so she couldn't be asking them. The decision was hers. She opened her eyes and smiled. "I'll stay until tomorrow." Everyone seemed relieved at her proclamation, and they continued eating and drinking merrily. Becky had to admit, they were taking this all in good stride. Then again, when all your deities had bird or reptile heads, there probably wasn't a lot you couldn't take on faith anyway. Mark now conversed with the family (with Nanu's permission), about how Nanu had come into wealth and escaped slavery, not to mention acquiring two exceptional specimens such as himself and Becky for slaves. Mark did something he was becoming distressingly good at and lied. It saved Nanu the hassle, which was just as well, since she spent much of her time holding Kiya's baby and talking quietly with her sister. Clearly they'd been attached at the hip when they were younger, and there was much about one another they were keen to rediscover. Watching them subtly touch each other and hold hands, thumbs gently caressing, brought a smile to Becky's face. She resolved to make sure Nanu got to see her family again. The day had worn on, and Nanu had to remind everyone repeatedly that there was no immediate need to get back to toiling over the barren landscape, since she had come with plenty of money. Evening was upon them, and the family began returning to the dwelling that served as their home. Mark added treated skins around the shelter, converting it into a tent, while Nanu begged Kiya to stay with her for the night, to which the older sister agreed readily. Last of all, she hugged her father and mother, promising to see them in the morning. They took little Nanu with them, leaving Mark, Becky, Nanu, and Kiya alone in the tent. The porters had returned to the boat and would sleep there. Once the flaps were all fastened shut, Nanu and Kiya had almost attacked one another, kissing feverishly, and tearing one another's clothes off. Alex smiled and watched while they took their own clothes off. They lay on a blanket together on their sides, with Mark spooning her. He caressed and fondled her gently while she squirmed her ass back against him and they watched the sisters, small sturdy covered lamps in the corners providing dim illumination. Naked and wrapped up in a tangle of writhing limbs, Nanu and Kiya were continuing to kiss hungrily, moaning the entire time. Hands wandered over forms they hadn't touched in over ten years, and those had probably changed considerably in the interim. They murmured and whispered to one another through the kissing, words Mark didn't try all that hard to make out. Let them have their fun. "Umm, there you are," Becky purred as she felt Mark get nice and hard while watching the show. She reached behind herself and took hold of his hard cock, guiding it to her cunt. She teased it up and down the slippery nether lips before letting Mark press home, and sinking deep inside her. They both moaned with relief at the coupling. Mark kissed Becky's neck and fondled her opulent tits as he began pushing his cock in and out of her slowly. They slowly made love while watching the sisters just to their side rediscover one another, after over a decade apart. Becky smiled as Nanu kissed Kiya deeply, expressing her innermost longings and desires. The younger sister lay on top of the older one, holding one another tight and kissing, their nubile bodies squirming together. "I love watching family reunions," Becky sighed quietly as she flexed her fingers on Mark's hip while he slid in and out of her, still massaging her opulent tits. "Look at them, Mark, they're so in love, and so happy to see one another." "It's certainly a feel good moment," he agreed, loving how she flexed her cunt muscles around him as he pushed him himself back and forth. "Mind you, just about everything involving you is, I find." Becky smiled and reached up to caress his cheek before turning her face to kiss him. While they were engaged in a tongue-lock, Nanu began kissing and nibbling her way slowly down Kiya's soft, responsive body, thrilling to hear the murmurs and whimpers of her sister again. She kissed her tan tits, swirling her tongue around the hard brown nipple, before biting and tugging on it, then giggling. "You can't imagine how long I've yearned to see you with tits, Ki," she said quietly, smirking up at the older girl. "They're everything I've ever hoped for and dreamed of." "Just wait until you see my cunt, then," Kiya replied, shivering beneath her sister's kisses. How she'd missed them! "And let me see if yours has become everything I've ever dreamed of." Nanu nodded and then wiggled around until her hips were over Kiya's face. In the dim light, the older sister could see the tempting twat, glistening with arousal and shaved curiously smooth. It must have been how they did things in distant Rome, of which her little sister was now apparently queen or some such thing. Without a moment's hesitation, she craned her head up and began kissing, sending shudders through Nanu and making her moan. The sisters kissed and lapped at one another, lovers reunited after agonizing years apart. They fell into it naturally, remembering what the other loved and craved, even if their bodies had changed in the interim. Nanu sighed in bliss at the taste of her sister, cloying and sweet on her tongue. She felt Kiya go rigid as one of her fingers slipped inside her twat. They rolled slowly onto their sides, legs locked around each other's head as they sucked on one another's cunt hungrily, lost in mutual pleasure. Mark and Becky kept watching, undulating and squirming as quietly as they could, letting the sisters rediscover their lost love. Nanu and Kiya were moaning into one another's pussies now, little gasps escaping them. They could see Nanu's ass cheeks clenching and pushing forward against her sister's face, even while Kiya slithered her tongue around inside her. They were both trembling and sweating now, bodies shining in the dim, flickering orange light inside the tent. "Ooh, here we go," Becky whispered, her hand reaching back to rest on Mark's neck and help keep her braced against him. "Let's see how long this has been pent up;” Both sisters were shaking now, but still lapping and sucking on each other relentlessly, squeaking and whimpering as they tried to hold out. But their lust would not be denied, and they both keened and strained, finally cumming. Mark and Becky watched in fascinated delight as Nanu bathed her sister's face in her glistening cum, and heard her moaning as Kiya reciprocated. Becky shivered and pressed her ass back against Mark, hard, sighing as she began to cum as well. Mark pressed forward with his hips, pushing his cock as far inside her as he could, pumping his cum deep into her greedy cunt. They squirmed and ground against each other, with Mark biting Becky's neck and her fingers running through his hair. "Umm, Mark;” she cooed, nuzzling against him, loving the feel of his molten cum inside her. "You have no idea how good this feels." "If it's one tenth as good as that, then pretty damn incredible," Mark said, nodding at Nanu and Kiya, who were still kissing one another's pussies, murmuring quietly and caressing. Nanu disengaged her mouth from Kiya's snatch and turned around again, lying on top of her sister as they began kissing again, tasting themselves on each other's lips. Kiya moved her right leg and Nanu her left, shifting around until their gooey pussies were squashed together, which they both obviously found immensely comforting. They ended their kiss, and Nanu looked over at Mark and Becky dreamily, her face shining with cum. "I would like to let Kiya taste you both;” Mark and Becky nodded, remembering that they were still pretending Nanu was noble and they were mere slaves. Mark slowly pulled his cock out of Becky and rolled onto his back. He pulled his teacher on top of him, facing up, with his cock poking up between her legs. The sisters crawled over, with Kiya looking rather hesitant, but trusting her little sister. She gazed at Mark's erect cock and Becky's twat in wonder. "He's huge," she breathed, unconsciously licking her lips. "You're lucky to have such a big cock at your disposal whenever you like, Nanu." "Don't I know it," giggled the younger sister, taking hold of Mark's tool and holding it up for Kiya, while she began kissing Becky's cunt, shivering as she tasted Mark's cum dribbling out of her mistress. "You'll love the taste of this cunt, too." Kiya began experimenting with kissing Mark's cock, which was glistening with his and Becky's mingled cum. The Egyptian girl seemed intimidated by its size initially, but remembered that Nanu clearly loved it, so there must be nothing to fear. Her hand joined Nanu's around the base of the shaft and soon she was sliding her tongue up and down his length, much like Nanu was doing to Becky's sweet twat. The sisters paused to kiss, tongues tangling as they shared the cum they'd both lapped up, humming contentedly into one another's mouth. To watch them, Mark would have sworn they'd done this before. They both stroked his shaft, while Nanu caressed Becky's cunt. The two girls pressed their foreheads together, giggling at some secret between them. Nanu looked at Becky and Mark warmly. "We should sleep, my family will not leave us alone for long. And I want my sister to try fucking you both before we must leave." "I do not want you to go," Kiya sighed. "I just got you back, Tahamet, it breaks my heart that you intend to leave again. Couldn't; couldn't you and your servants stay with us? You could even lead our family, since you are the one with the wealth. We could live wherever we wanted. I wanted to raise my daughter with you, my other half, missing for so long." Nanu's eyes glistened as she looked over at Mark and Becky. The blonde woman smiled lovingly. "Nanu," she said gently in Latin, which Kiya didn't speak. "This is your decision. If you want to stay with your sister and your family, Mark and I will understand. We'll leave the money with you, and even come and visit you when we can." The tear on her cheek was proof of how torn the young woman was by this decision. And it was one she had to make alone, possibly for the first time in her entire life. It had to be terrible for her. Finally, she hung her head for several moments, and when she looked back up, she was smiling. "Ki, I must go back to my life,", she sighed, her mind made up. "Trust me, I really want to stay, or to take you with me, especially you and little Nanu, but it must be this way. I can promise to visit, and that will have to do." "I understand," the older sister choked, nodding as her eyes welled over with tears. "I do. It's just hard. I'm so glad that you're alive and happy. It means so much to me. If the price is sending you away again, I can endure it. For you. For us. You know how in love with you I am." "Same as I am with you," Nanu said, her voice cracking and tears flowing. "Just remember that I'll keep my promise and visit whenever I can." The sisters grappled onto one another and began kissing feverishly, lying on their sides while their hands wandered freely. Mark chuckled and allowed Becky to clamber off him. She went to lie on the far side, spooning into Nanu and making sure she stayed pressed to her sister. Mark, meanwhile, spooned into Kiya, holding her in place against Nanu, while the two girls continued kissing and whimpering into one another's mouths. The two time travelers reached across and rested a hand on each other, smiling and relaxing, waiting for the Egyptian girls to nod off, their lips still pressed together in a forever-kiss. It was a long-overdue night of safety and contentment for the two. It was just dawn now, and Kiya looked like she was going into convulsions as she rocked up and down on top of Mark's cock. It was far the largest she'd ever had inside her, and it felt like it was splitting her open, like a wedge split wood. She could feel crackling and popping in her hips. How did Nanu, who was even smaller than her, endure it? Becky was kneeling right behind Kiya over Mark's thighs, pressed into the smaller girl and smiling wickedly while she molested her tits. Meanwhile, Nanu was kneeling over Mark's mouth, letting him lash her cunt with his tongue, while she faced into her older sister, loving the look on Kiya's face as she was almost fucked in half. Kiya squirmed and writhed, gasping like she was being choked, her eyes rolling up into her head. It wasn't long before her cunt clenched Mark ferociously, and Nanu had to lean forward and kiss her sister before Kiya shrieked in unreal ecstasy and woke up the entire family over and over, three hundred meh-ta away. Mark ground into Nanu's cunt as he arched his hips, pushing up somehow deeper inside Kiya and then cumming, filling her so profusely that she was once again shaking like she was having a seizure. The squishy noises of his cum bubbling out of her filled the tiny tent. Nanu shivered and came on his mouth seconds later. Becky hauled the nearly unconscious Kiya off of Mark's pole, while Nanu leaned down and sucked it clean quickly. She then moved forward quickly to lie between her sister's legs, sucking Mark's cum out of her cunt with a fiendish eagerness. Becky crawled over to join Mark and they watched the sisters quietly. Nanu finished draining Kiya of cum, finally, and crawled over her, nestling down onto her body. Not surprisingly, they were kissing again. "Jeez, you ever seen too people more in love?" he mused, smirking as he lazily caressed her tits while she sat in front of him. "I ain't complaining about the show," Becky replied, nodding and grazing her fingernails along his forearm. "She must really believe in our promise to her if she's willing to leave her sister and niece behind to come with us. I feel slightly bad about it." Mark shrugged. "She wouldn't have even had this choice without us, Becks," he pointed out. "Clearly our offer means a lot to her. 'sides, she knows she can always visit them now, just like we promised. And if the Holmes Field Device won't bring her forward, we can leave her here with them, right?" "I guess that's true," Becky agreed, nodding and just watching. "What is that language they speak to one another when they don't want anyone to understand them?" Kiya asked in a whisper, looking just past her sister's shoulder at Mark and Becky suspiciously. "I don't even know," Nanu confessed. "I've never heard it before. Anywhere." Kiya gazed up into her younger sister's eyes, giving her a skeptical look. "They're not your slaves, are they? There's no damn way two people as magnificent as that are slaves to anybody, forget a dopey little slut of a girl from Akhmim." Nanu sighed. "Fine, you got me," she whispered, pretending to kiss her sister's ear, while Kiya squirmed and held her close. They made a show of grinding their pussies together, giving Mark and Becky something to look at. "They're not my slaves. I was hers, for a little bit. But what they really are is adventurers, from very far away. And they're taking me with them, to share their adventures. Not as a slave, but as one of them." Kiya assessed what her sister was saying for some time, trying to parse it out. It sounded absurd, but then, so was Nanu

We continued our series "The Way" by exploring Ephesians 5:15-21, where Paul calls us to be filled with the Spirit rather than drunk with wine. Paul wrote to Christians in Ephesus, a city saturated with pagan religion, excess, and Roman imperial propaganda. In that hostile cultural environment, he urged believers to be intentional about how they lived.When Paul contrasts drunkenness with being Spirit-filled, he's addressing more than alcohol moderation. In the ancient world, people worshiped gods like Bacchus through intoxication, seeking transcendence by losing control. Paul is saying: don't let wine (or anything else) be what fills and controls you.We're all designed to be filled with something greater than ourselves. This God-shaped hunger was meant to drive us back to our Creator. But when humanity fell, that desire got redirected toward created things: money, success, relationships, consumerism, social media, political movements. Whatever fills that void will eventually enslave us. As N.T. Wright says, "You become like what you worship."Being filled with the Spirit isn't like refilling an empty cup. The Greek suggests immersion, like baptism. We're plunged into an infinite ocean, surrounded and saturated from the inside out and outside in.Paul gives us four practices of Spirit-filled living: encourage one another with psalms and hymns, worship through singing, practice thanksgiving in all circumstances, and submit to one another out of reverence for Christ. These practices keep us immersed in the Spirit rather than controlled by culture. Worship is the greatest catalyst for growing in God's presence, realigning our hearts with truth and transforming our relationships, families, and communities.URF WEBSITE: ➤ http://www.urfellowship.comSOCIALS: ➤ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/urfellowship/➤ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/urfellowship

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Host Natalie Greninger speaks with historian Sophie Bacchus-Waterman about her new biography, exploring Elizabeth Boleyn's early life, marriage to Thomas Boleyn, and her long court career within the Howard and Boleyn networks. The episode highlights Elizabeth's political astuteness, her close relationship with Anne Boleyn, fresh archival finds (including pay-books and household records), and how the book reshapes our understanding of the Boleyn family.  Follow Sophie Bacchus-Waterman on Insta! https://www.instagram.com/sophiebwaterman/ TUDOR TAKEAWAY Digital Bodleian https://digital.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/ Find out more about your host at https://www.nataliegrueninger.com Support Talking Tudors on Patreon!  

Greek writer Herodotus "invented" history by turning away from myth to a new kind of writing. And although he wrote his Histories nearly 2,500 years ago, local author and classicist Emily Katz Anhalt argues that his example and prose are more relevant than ever. This hour, we look at what we can learn from Herodotus and the ancient Greek myths. GUEST: Emily Katz Anhalt: Professor of Classics at Sarah Lawrence College. She is the author of Enraged: Why Violent Times Need Ancient Greek Myths and Embattled: How Ancient Greek Myths Empower Us to Resist Tyranny. Her new book is Ancient Wisdom for Polarized Times: Why Humanity Needs Herodotus, the Man Who Invented History MUSIC FEATURED (in order): Thracian Gaia – Daemonia Nymphe Road to Hell (live) – Original Cast of Hadestown Dance of the Satyrs – Daemonia Nymphe Greek to Me – Dugger Band Hymn to Bacchus – Daemonia Nymphe History Has Its Eyes On You – Hamilton Support the show: http://www.wnpr.org/donateSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

“That dude is Dracula, man…”   The entire month of October is Halloween. And you can't do October without TYPE-O-NEGATIVE, as they are the official soundtrack to the month of Halloween.    Released August 20, 1996, OCTOBER RUST, their 4th studio album (or 3rd if you count “Origin of the Feces” as a “live” album, which we actually do, even though it's technically not) is much more gothy, textured, and atmospheric than previous TYPE-O albums while still maintaining the same gothic, heavy, doom laden aesthetic of their previous albums, making it the perfect sonic representation of all things Halloween: vampires, werewolves, haunted houses, haunted relationships, hot bisexual goth girls who are into threesomes, bottles of red wine, and lonely forests bathed in the colorful, seasonal transformation that is autumn.   It's time to imagine Molly Ringwald dressed as a goth girl for Halloween as you feast your ears on the creepiest, evilest sounding keyboards in metal while summoning Bacchus (the god of wine and revelry and/or tits) to help prepare for this season's “fistivities”.   Discover the actual definition of “zoanthropic paranoia”, find out what happens when you make a goth girl squirt, and learn about Peter Steele's lesser known “nickname” when you JOIN US as we rrrrrrroll our R's rrrrrrright on through creepy season with OCTOBER RUST. Visit www.metalnerdery.com/podcast for more on this episode Help Support Metal Nerdery https://www.patreon.com/metalnerderypodcast Leave us a Voicemail to be played on a future episode: 980-666-8182 Metal Nerdery Tees and Hoodies – metalnerdery.com/merch and kindly leave us a review and/or rating on your favorite Podcast app Follow us on the Socials: Facebook - Instagram - TikTok Email: metalnerdery@gmail.com Can't be LOUD Enough Playlist on Spotify Metal Nerdery Munchies on YouTube @metalnerderypodcast Show Notes:   (00:01): “I can smell all of that…over here.” / ***WARNING: #listenerdiscretionisadvised *** / #BlazingAppleFireball / “Sometimes there's after tang on apple…”/ “Something with bubbles…”/ #nerd / #RussellsFoodReflections / “I need that tool…”/ ***WELCOME BACK TO THE METAL NERDERY PODCAST!!!*** / #alltheholes / #upcomingmetalshows / #markthetime / “Mmmkay…” / ***SOCIAL MEDIA US at #Instagram #Facebook #YouTube and #TikTok at #MetalNerderyPodcast & EMAIL US at metalnerdery@gmail.com & VOICEMAIL US at 980-666-8182!!!***  (08:44): ***PATREON SHOUTOUTS!!!*** / ***You can PATREON US at patreon.com/metalnerderypodcast ***/ “Wait a minute, this is where you fucked yourself before…” / #All7s / #RussellsMovieReflections #TheNakedGun #Code3 / “Wait, you mean they do it because that's what their passion is?” / “I'm gonna take a guess here…” / PIECE BY PIECE (Reign In Blood – 1986) / #SlayerOfTheEpisode (16:43): #TheDocket / “October is the month of Halloween…it's the whole month.” / METAL NERDERY PODCAST PRESENTS:  TYPE-O-NEGATIVE OCTOBER RUST / NOTE: It's actually their 4th studio album: Origin of the Feces was actually “not” a live album / “If a girl ever invites you up to her bedroom…”/ #SuicideGirls / #GothMollyRingwald / “Gothic and doom are kinda close…right?” / #PeterSteeleASMR / ***IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY, BE SURE TO GO CHECK OUT OUR TYPE-O-NEGATIVE INSIDE THE METAL EPISODES!!!*** (23:39): “Let it ring out…”/ BAD GROUND/UNTITLED (Intro) / LOVE YOU TO DEATH / #creepykeyboards / The evolution of #Carnivore to #TypeONegative / “It's very sonic…”/  BE MY DRUIDESS / “He might roll his R's, dude…”/ “I'll do anything to make you come…”/  Find out what happens when you make a goth girl squirt… / “It's plasm, dude…” (30:30): “It might be green…”/ GREEN MAN / #RollYourRs / RED WATER (CHRISTMAS MOURNING) / “I think I read that they're going to do a tribute tour…”/ “His name's ‘Kickstand'…”/ #COD / “Let's bring it back up…perfect, the next one's about…goth lesbians…” / MY GIRLFRIEND'S GIRLFRIEND / “Just wait, he rolls plenty of R's on this one…”/ “That sounds like # Halloween right there…”/ “Balls jangle…WOW!”/ “The only thing that scares me about 3-somes and drugs…”/ #allthepoon (41:20): DIE WITH ME / “I guess this is like their #powerballad sort of…”/ There's a lot of breathing on this album…” / BURNT FLOWERS FALLEN / “God I think she's falling out of (love)…”/ “The next one is about the god of wine…and revelry…or ‘wine and tits'…the god of wine and revelry and/or tits…”/ “Lively and noisy #fistivities …”/ IN PRAISE OF BACCHUS /  “It's almost like stoner gothic…”/ #DoomBeatles    (50:10): “Did she have red hair?”/ CINNAMON GIRL (Neil Young cover) / #PeterSteeleASMR / “The next one is just fun to say…”/ #instrumental / #readingisfundamental /  THE GLORIOUS LIBERATION OF THE PEOPLE'S TECHNOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF VINNLAND BY THE COMBINED FORCES OF THE UNITED TERRITORIES OF EUROPA / “I don't know what zoanthropic means…”/ WOLF MOON (INCLUDING ZOANTHROPIC PARANOIA) / “The definition of zoanthropic paranoia…and/or cannibalism…” / #Druids / “That just sounds like fall…”/ “As a matter of fucking fact…”/ HAUNTED / “I hate the morning…”/ #spokenword #interlude #creepypoetryASMR / UNTITLED (outro) /  BLACK SABBATH (FROM THE SATANIC PERSPECTIVE) / “On this one it is…”/ #bonustrack #BoneUs / “That dude is Dracula, man…” / “That's the most evil sounding a piano has ever sounded…”/ “We should do that…an album dive of that album…”/ THANK YOU FOR JOINING US!!! / #untilthenext #outroreel 

The Liturgical Year is a work written between 1841 and 1875, by Dom Prosper Gueranger, abbot of the French Benedctine abbey of Solesmes. It is a rich theological reflection on the various feasts and seasons of the Church's liturgical cycle. Please consider donating to help keep this podcast going by going to buymeacoffee.com/catholicdailybrief Also, if you enjoy these episodes, please give a five star rating and share the podcast with your friends and family

Listen alongs as we continue through the book of Acts. Notes//Quotes: Acts 15:22-41 2 Timothy 2:22  “Cheap grace is the preaching of forgiveness without requiring repentance, baptism without church discipline, Communion without confession, absolution without personal confession. Cheap grace is grace without discipleship, grace without the cross, grace without Jesus Christ, living and incarnate.” - Dietrich Bonhoeffer  Grace is not opposed to effort, it is opposed to earning. Earning is an attitude. Effort is an action. Grace, you know, does not just have to do with forgiveness of sins alone. - Dallas Willard “They dwell in their own countries, but simply as sojourners. As citizens, they share in all things with others, and yet endure all things as if foreigners. Every foreign land is to them as their native country, and every land of their birth as a land of strangers. They marry, as do all; they beget children; but they do not destroy their offspring. They have a common table, but not a common bed. They are in the flesh, but they do not live after the flesh. They pass their days on earth, but they are citizens of heaven. They obey the prescribed laws, and at the same time surpass the laws by their lives. They love all men, and are persecuted by all. They are unknown and condemned; they are put to death, and restored to life. They are poor, yet make many rich; they are in lack of all things, and yet abound in all; they are dishonored, and yet in their very dishonor are glorified” Epistle to Diognetus (2nd Century) Matthew 23:1-12 The early church understood well the powers at work in the Roman Empire. There were many gods who ruled and oppressed its citizens. Among them were Aphrodite (goddess of sex), Hephaetus (god of technology), Mars (god of war), Ploutos (god of wealth), and Bacchus (god of pleasure). At the top of the ladder, and unifying them all, was political power, deified in the Caesar, and nourished by the Imperial theology and religious practice. The powers and gods were the forces that most determined and shaped their lives. The church understood the oppressive and intrusive influence of evil. They understood the comprehensive scope and spiritual power of these cosmic powers to tyrannize their lives. Perhaps we shake our heads at the primitive and childish worldview that could ever conceive of a world populated by powers. After all, science has liberated us from such nonsense. Yet when we see millions addicted to pornography, it seems the goddess of sex is not dead. When we see millions of lives trivialized and emptied of significance by addiction to technology, we observe that the god of technology still wields power. When we experience the seductive power of a consumer society that inflames us with a desire for the senseless consumption of goods and experiences, we must grant that the gods of wealth and pleasure are alive and well. And the billions of dollars spent annually on arms betray our enslavement to the gods of war and national security. Economic forces, political powers, sexual addiction, technological seduction: it seems we are helpless before these powers. All scientific attempts to control them have failed. - Mike Goheen “God is always trying to give good things to us, but our hands are too full to receive them.” Augustine

Art-history CARS passage got you spiraling? In this Reading Skills Workshop, Molly and Jack break down the Sept 24 Jack Westin Daily, “Late Turner,” and show you how to read dense, abstract prose without panicking.What you'll learn:- Anchor on clear sentences: If it's important, there's a clear line you can cling to.- Track the author's stance: The passage sets up “Turner = abstract” and then challenges it.- Main idea: Turner's late work isn't free-form abstraction; it's formal reinterpretation of classical myths.- Follow the structure: Evidence → counterpoint → author's claim → examples.- Use examples as support, not trivia: Apollo & Daphne, Regulus, Mercury, Bacchus & Ariadne all illustrate reinterpretation.- Stay focused in dense writing: When sentences get murky, keep reading for the next clear, testable claim.Before you watch:Read the Sept 24 “Late Turner” daily passage: https://jackwestin.com/daily/mcat-practice-passages/cars-practice-passages/late-turnerWant more guided practice?Join our free weekly sessions (CARS, science strategy, 516 planning, admissions) and tap into our free CARS QBank, practice exams, and CARS textbook: https://jackwestin.com/sessionsWant to learn more? Shoot us a text at 415-855-4435 or email us at podcast@jackwestin.com!

In dieser Folge geht's ins Herz von Südtirol – ins wunderschöne Meraner Land. Lou und Jonas nehmen Dich mit nach Schenna, wo alpine Frische auf mediterranes Flair trifft und Weinberge mit Blick auf die Kurstadt Meran liegen. Gemeinsam mit Michael Zuech von der Kellerei Meran und Georg Weger vom Weingut Pföstl erfährst Du, welche Rebsorten hier besonders glänzen – von Gewürztraminer und Sauvignon bis hin zu Vernatsch, Lagrein und Blauburgunder. Außerdem sprechen die Vier darüber, warum Kellereien in Südtirol eine so zentrale Rolle spielen, was die Weine aus Schenna typisch macht und wie sich die Region im Glas widerspiegelt. On top bekommst Du jede Menge Tipps, welche Highlights Du als Weinreisende:r in und um Meran nicht verpassen solltest. Weine der Woche: Sauvignon DOC 2023 · Weingut Pföstl Der Sauvignon aus Schenna zeigt schon in jungen Jahren, wie viel Potenzial in den steilen Lagen oberhalb von Meran steckt. In der Nase erinnern seine feinen Aromen an Stachelbeeren und Holunderblüten, am Gaumen überzeugt er mit Eleganz, klarer Frische und einer gut eingebundenen Säure. Ein charaktervoller Weißwein, der alpine Herkunft und mediterrane Leichtigkeit perfekt verbindet. Blauburgunder „Graf“ DOC 2022 · Kellerei Meran Der Blauburgunder gilt als König der Rotweine – und in den Höhenlagen rund um Meran findet er ideale Bedingungen. Kühler Fallwind und alte Reben bringen einen Wein hervor, der frisch und fruchtig wirkt, dabei aber Struktur und Tiefe besitzt. Der „Graf“ vereint Eleganz mit Lagerpotenzial und zeigt sich als verführerischer Südtiroler Klassiker. Chardonnay „Goldegg“ DOC 2023 · Kellerei Meran Aus den quarz- und marmorhaltigen Böden Schennas stammt dieser kraftvolle Chardonnay. Er reift mehrere Monate in Tonneaux-Fässern und entwickelt dabei komplexe Aromen von reifen und tropischen Früchten. Cremige Struktur, feine Holznote und hohes Alterungspotenzial machen den „Goldegg“ zu einem ausdrucksstarken Wein mit edlem Charakter. Weinlexikon: Bacchus & Pomina Zwischen Weinreben und Apfelgärten die Seele baumeln lassen – genau das erwartet Dich auf dem neuen Themenweg hoch über Meran. Benannt nach Bacchus, dem Gott des Weines, und Pomina (von Pomona), der Göttin der Baumfrüchte, führen Dich zwei abwechslungsreiche Routen in rund ein bis eineinhalb Stunden mitten hinein in Schennas Genusslandschaft. Auf dem Weinweg entdeckst Du auf gut 5 Kilometern die jahrhundertealte Tradition des Weinbaus. Über 20 Stationen verraten Spannendes und Kurioses über den Wein, während unterwegs Kellereien und Hofläden zur Verkostung einladen.Der Apfelweg wiederum zeigt Dir auf charmante Weise, warum Südtirols Äpfel weltweit so beliebt sind – von Mythen und Bräuchen bis hin zu Anbau und Ernte. Interaktive Stationen wie Klangspiele oder Bienenhäuser machen die kurze Wanderung auch für Familien zum Erlebnis. Ein Spaziergang, der Wissen, Genuss und traumhafte Panoramen verbindet – und garantiert Lust macht, länger in Schenna zu bleiben. Genau das Richtige für Deine Weinprobe und zum Üben von Verkostungen: Das Cheers! Aromarad https://www.edeka.de/services/edeka-medien/cheers-podcast/index.jsp Lust auf den perfekten Weinmoment? Mit den Cheers! Weinplaylisten findest Du tolle Musik zu jeder Flasche Wein https://open.spotify.com/user/31umv65e2qkqtw3xamou2qwcoska Möchtest Du uns eine Frage stellen, etwas loswerden oder ein Thema vorschlagen? Dann schreib uns gerne an cheers@edeka.de. Wir freuen uns, von Dir zu hören – Cheers! Weitere Infos zu unserem Podcast findest Du unter edeka.de/cheers. Besuche uns auch gerne auf Instagram https://www.instagram.com/cheers_weinpodcast/. Altershinweis: Dieser Podcast beschäftigt sich mit Wein und hat einen Bezug zu Alkohol. Der Inhalt ist ausschließlich an Personen ab 16 Jahren gerichtet.

On connait le Caravage et son incroyable talent pour faire tomber la lumière sur des compositions parfaites. Mais que sait-on de ce Petit Bacchus malade, un des tous premiers tableaux du maître de Rome. Autoportrait ? Copie ? l'autrice Léa Simone Allegria tente de trouver des réponses dans son roman historique Douce menace. Elle est l'invitée de Jean marc Panis Sujets traités : Caravage, Bacchus, tableau, copie, Rome Merci pour votre écoute Un Jour dans l'Histoire, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 13h15 à 14h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes d'Un Jour dans l'Histoire sur notre plateforme Auvio.be :https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/5936 Intéressés par l'histoire ? Vous pourriez également aimer nos autres podcasts : L'Histoire Continue: https://audmns.com/kSbpELwL'heure H : https://audmns.com/YagLLiKEt sa version à écouter en famille : La Mini Heure H https://audmns.com/YagLLiKAinsi que nos séries historiques :Chili, le Pays de mes Histoires : https://audmns.com/XHbnevhD-Day : https://audmns.com/JWRdPYIJoséphine Baker : https://audmns.com/wCfhoEwLa folle histoire de l'aviation : https://audmns.com/xAWjyWCLes Jeux Olympiques, l'étonnant miroir de notre Histoire : https://audmns.com/ZEIihzZMarguerite, la Voix d'une Résistante : https://audmns.com/zFDehnENapoléon, le crépuscule de l'Aigle : https://audmns.com/DcdnIUnUn Jour dans le Sport : https://audmns.com/xXlkHMHSous le sable des Pyramides : https://audmns.com/rXfVppvN'oubliez pas de vous y abonner pour ne rien manquer.Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Send us a textWe continue our journey through the Este court of Ferrara, moving from Borso's decoration of the Palazzo Schifanoia to the ambitious reign of Ercole I. We explore his transformation of Ferrara with the Addizione Erculea and the dazzling Palazzo dei Diamanti, before turning to his son Alfonso and the overlooked brilliance of court painter Dosso Dossi. Finally, we trace how Este patronage shaped Renaissance literature through Ludovico Ariosto's Orlando Furioso, a chivalric epic that fused fantasy, wit, and courtly ideals into one of the great masterpieces of the age, one that enabled further crosscurrents between the visual and written world. Support/Watch/Follow: https://linktr.ee/italian_renaissance_podcastWorks Discussed:Palazzo Schifanoia Frescos: https://youtu.be/20FIWIDxEbg?si=_-6t4Iba48X0ozuKPalazzo dei Diamanti: https://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/r/rossett/diamant.htmlDosso DossiPortrait of Alfonso I, ca. 1534, https://it.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Battista_Dossi,_ritratto_di_Alfonso_I_d%27Este_-_Modena.jpgTriumph of Bacchus, ca. 1514: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Dosso_dossi,_trionfo_di_bacco,_00,1.jpgApollo and Daphne, ca 1525: https://youtube.com/shorts/P3o367FdT_c?si=mwY2Z-7Rr0T2PmycCirce/Melissa, ca 1524: https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melissa_(Dossi) Get additional content by becoming a Patron: patreon.com/TheItalianRenaissancePodcast Support the show

In this episode, we're joined by Quinton Jay, founder and owner of Bacchus Wine & Spirits, a Top 100 Retailer based in Millbrae, CA. Bacchus is a leader in the beverage alcohol retail industry in terms of using data and analytics to shape successful business strategies.

The collection of sculptures on the ground floor of the Bargello Museum in Florence, Italy, contains one of the world's most important collections of 16th-century sculptures, including Michelangelo's “Bacchus”  and  “Pitti Tondo,” Giambologna's “Mercury” and “Florence Triumphing over Pisa,” and Cellini's wax bozzetto (or small model) for his “Perseus with the Head of Medusa.”  

What do we really know about Elizabeth Boleyn, Countess of Wiltshire and mother of Anne Boleyn? Until now, she's been little more than a shadow in history — remembered only as the wife of Thomas Boleyn and the mother of Anne, Mary, and George. But in a groundbreaking new biography, historian Sophie Bacchus-Waterman uncovers Elizabeth's real story: her career at court, her influence, and her role in one of Tudor England's most ambitious families. In this exclusive interview, I talk with Sophie about: - Why Elizabeth has been so overlooked in Tudor history - The surprising discoveries made during her research - How Elizabeth shaped the rise of the Boleyns - Whether she's been unfairly judged in fiction and history - And what this biography reveals about Anne Boleyn's world. Sophie's new book: Elizabeth Boleyn: The Life of the Queen's Mother is the very first biography of this fascinating woman, and it shines a long-overdue light on her life and legacy. Pre-order on Amazon.com - https://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-Boleyn-Life-Queens-Mother/dp/1803997656 Pre-order on Amazon UK - https://www.amazon.co.uk/Elizabeth-Boleyn-Life-Queens-Mother/dp/1803997656/ Don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more Tudor deep-dives. Want even more Tudor treasures? Join my channel membership for exclusive resources, a monthly magazine, and live Zoom discussions! Click “Join” under this video to find out more. #ElizabethBoleyn #AnneBoleyn #TudorHistory #TudorWomen #SophieBacchusWaterman #TudorDynasty #TudorBooks #HistoryInterview #ForgottenFigures #BoleynFamily #ClaireRidgway #AnneBoleynFiles

Chris and Jeff take some time to walk through their own process for planning and developing a recipe including ingredients, thought process and planning – and of course a few anecdotes and tangents along the way. The Mead House Podcast is sponsored by Bacchus & Barleycorn! Use our discount code MHP10 for all your shopping and … Continue reading "Episode 285 – Recipe Development Process"

Je profite de cette période estivale pour vous emmener en Afrique, à Bamako, capitale du Mali qui abrite plus de 3 millions d'habitants à la rencontre d'une ex enseignante, reconvertie en caviste.Arrivée à Bamako fin 1999 dans le cadre d'un contrat avec l'Education Nationale au lycée français « Liberté » avec pour mission l'apprentissage de la lecture, Sonia Guillotin Keïta, rencontre son futur mari qui tient le « Bla Bla Bar », un bar iconique de Bamako. Ce dernier étant approché par le groupe Castel pour distribuer leurs vins, il décide de créer une cave à vins qui sera pour Sonia, l'opportunité de changer complètement de métier.Sonia nous parle de sa vie de caviste dans un pays qui a beaucoup changé depuis son arrivée.A découvrir sur toutes les plateformes de podcasts

Jeff and Chris walk through a few different methods for caramelizing honey and making bochet style meads, along with a little discussion of their successes and failures along the way. Then, Jeff gives a series of tips for diagnosing and dealing with a stalled ferment. The Mead House Podcast is sponsored by Bacchus & Barleycorn! … Continue reading "Episode 282 – Bochets and Stalled Batches"

Baalbeck est un joyau du monde antique ! Le site comporte trois monuments principaux, ceux de Jupiter, de Bacchus et de Vénus. Pour parler de cette cité antique libanaise, Johanne Dussez reçoit Patrick Michel, archéologue et Maître dʹenseignement et de recherche à lʹInstitut dʹarchéologie et des sciences de lʹAntiquité de lʹUniversité de Lausanne

It’s another longer topic this week as the guys dig into getting ready to get meads to competition. They talk finishing your meads with an eye for entering, packaging your mead, options for shipping and the ins and outs of getting it entered! The Mead House Podcast is sponsored by Bacchus & Barleycorn! Use our … Continue reading "Episode 280 – Competition Prep"

The guys take a deep dive into the various faults one can encounter while making mead, and talk steps to mitigate and deal with them as they spring up. The Mead House Podcast is sponsored by Bacchus & Barleycorn! Use our discount code MHP10 for all your shopping and supply needs! Thank you Bacchus & Barleycorn!

Send us a textThe fascinating world of wine often hides gems in plain sight. Meet the Bacchus Ginger's Cuvée Pinot Noir 2023, a $12.99 bottle that breaks the assumption that quality must come with a hefty price tag.What makes this wine remarkable isn't just its approachable price point, but the pedigree behind it. David Gordon, who created this Monterey Pinot Noir, has served as the sommelier at Robert De Niro's Tribeca Grill since 1990. As one of America's pioneering wine experts, Gordon's connections run deep throughout the industry. He's one of only three Americans to become an honorary citizen of Château Neuf-du-Pape, and when he decided to create affordable wines, top producers like Camus and Minor Family eagerly offered grapes and technical guidance.Named after Gordon's daughter Ginger (a sure sign of quality, as winemakers never cut corners on bottles bearing family names), this cuvée balances freshness with complexity. The wine undergoes a thoughtful fermentation process: 50% in stainless steel for bright fruit preservation and 50% in neutral oak barrels for subtle oxygenation and texture development. After 10 months in neutral barrels, the result delivers vibrant cherry notes complemented by herbs, strawberry, licorice, and hints of orange zest and mocha.What we're tasting is the advantage of insider knowledge—Gordon's ability to source exceptional grapes through his network, identifying opportunities where high-quality vineyards might have fruit available due to contract changes. For wine lovers, this translates to experiencing grapes that might otherwise end up in bottles twice the price.Whether you're new to Pinot Noir or a seasoned enthusiast looking for your next everyday sipper, Bacchus Ginger's Cuvée demonstrates that sometimes the best values come from those who know the wine world well enough to work outside conventions. If you spot this bottle, don't hesitate to experience what happens when decades of fine wine expertise meets value pricing. Your palate (and wallet) will thank you.Check us out at www.cheapwinefinder.comor email us at podcast@cheapwinefinder.com

Cette semaine, « Le goût de M » raconte l'histoire d'un peintre qui représente sur toile ce qui l'entoure : les fêtes, les corps qui dansent, les cendriers qui débordent… Thomas Lévy-Lasne, grand défenseur de la peinture figurative, aime « représenter ce qu'il se passe quand il ne se passe rien ». Puis il prend conscience de la « dérive climatique », que le monde autour de lui s'écroule. « Est-ce que je continue de peindre, alors qu'il n'y a plus de futur ? » Ses tentatives de réponse se trouvent dans « La Fin du banal » (éd. Beaux-Arts de Paris, 35 €), paru en avril, sa première monographie, préfacée par Justine Triet, réalisatrice et scénariste, sa grande amie. Il y compile ses œuvres réalisées depuis une vingtaine d'années.Lui qui voulait faire des peintures « simples, très premier degré », nous reçoit chez lui, dans un immeuble ouvrier situé au cœur des puces de Saint-Ouen. Un lieu « pas très confortable, entre la bâche plastique et la lumière de parking ». Au mur de la cuisine ouverte, un grand poster d'un tableau de Titien, « Bacchus et Ariane », son œuvre préférée, où « tout a l'air harmonieux, sain » mais qui cache une certaine violence.Dans cet épisode, Thomas Lévy-Lasne nous raconte sa conscience de la catastrophe à venir et ce que cela soulève chez lui, en tant que peintre. Il revient sur son enfance « privilégiée », son entrée aux Beaux-Arts de Paris à 17 ans, « les doigts dans le nez », évoque son insensibilité à l'art moderne. Il mêle anecdotes biographiques – lorsqu'il « baladait » Clément Rosset, philosophe du rapport au réel, dans des bars malfamés – et piques adressées au monde de l'art, qu'il décrit comme classiste, violent et sexiste. Hébergé par Audion. Visitez https://www.audion.fm/fr/privacy-policy pour plus d'informations.

former musician, now stand up comic, Chris impressed me as how comfortable he is on the mic, he's got the best attitude and we have an awesome 2 hour convo!

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As the weather warms up (any day now), the culinary scene often turns up the temperature as well — and that's definitely the case on this very stuffed episode.Taking things chronologically, we're less than a week away from the start of Downtown Dining Week, which has been treating diners to deals at some of Milwaukee's top restaurants for nearly two decades. This year's event runs from May 29 to June 5 and offers discounts for lunch ($15 or $25 per person) and dinner ($35, $45 and $55).With 29 eateries participating, we're once again spoiled for choice. That's why we decided to share a couple standouts to get you started:For your $15 lunch, consider Central Standard Crafthouse & Kitchen and the Café at The Pfister.At the $35 dinner level, Flourchild Pizza and Doc's Commerce Smokehouse both jumped out at us.Jumping to the $55 dinner class, Bacchus and Aria at Saint Kate have enticing menus.Because we're a full-service podcast, we don't stop at mere recommendations. We also include some pro tips in this episode, one of which is to reserve early because the prime slots on Friday and Saturday fill up fast. You'll have to listen for the rest.Speaking of the rest, here are the oh-so-many things we talk about on this one:Summerfest and Northcott Neighborhood House have added a ticketed tasting event called “A Taste of Juneteenth” to the festival's first Saturday (June 21).Pabst Blue Ribbon has collaborated with NY-based cheesemaker Yancey's Fancy on a beer-infused cheddar cheese.The EsterEv team is making the best of a flood situation by taking the restaurant's food on the road for a series of pop-up dinners.Ann put together a profile of ElevAsian co-founder Erik Kennedy for her other gig with Milwaukee Magazine.The Ivy House will host the annual Botanical Battle Royale featuring Wisconsin's top bartenders June 1.Nationally acclaimed food-truck brand Cousins Maine Lobster will bring their renowned mobile presence to Milwaukee this June.

With 20 years behind the bar at Bari, Hunter Coleman's had time to break down the art and the science of craft cocktails. On this week's Sound Bites, he shared tips of the trade and talked about Bari, amaro and his partnership with a Memphis gin brand.

This episode of Cincy Brewcast features this year's Bacchus Beerfest (formerly Oakley Beerfest) on location at Element Eatery, Madisonville!

We often associate Anne Boleyn with men: her husband, her father, her brother, and others. What about the women? Sophie Bacchus-Waterman discusses the women around Anne, including her mother.Show Notes:Carol Ann Lloydwww.carolannlloyd.com@shakeuphistorypatreon.com/carolannlloydThe Tudors by NumbersCourting the Virgin QueenSophie Bacchus-Waterman@sophiebwatermanSpecial Collections, St John's College, OxfordElizabeth Boleyn: The Life of the Queen's Mother (coming 2025)History shows us what's possible.

He was a soldier in the Roman army during the reign of Julian the Apostate. Like many soldiers, he was a secret Christian, serving under the Imperial commander Bacchus when his troops battled the Franks. A mighty Frankish soldier, like Goliath, challenged the Romans to send one of their company out to do single combat with him. The commander sent Barbarus, who prayed to the Lord and overcame the Frankish giant, after which the Frankish army was easily vanquished. The commander then ordered a triumph in celebration of victory, including a public sacrifice to the Roman idols. At the sacrifice, the commander noticed that Barbarus was standing aside and asked him why: Barbarus revealed that he was a Christian and could not make sacrifice to the idols. The commander reported this to the unbelieving Emperor, who ordered that Barbarus be put to torture. Barbarus endured many cruel torments with serenity and courage. During his tortures, many wonders were seen, and many of his fellow-soldiers embraced the Christian faith. Three of these were Bacchus, Barbarus' commander; Callimachus; and Dionysius. All three were beheaded for confessing Christ, then Barbarus himself attained the Martyr's crown through beheading.

In this episode, I talk with author and esoteric explorer P.D. Newman about his powerful new book Tripping the Trail of Ghosts: Psychedelics and the Afterlife Journey in Native American Mound Cultures. Together, we dive into the mysterious world of Southeastern Native American shamanic practices—specifically those connected to death, rebirth, and the spirit realm.Newman uncovers a largely overlooked legacy of entheogenic use among the Mississippian mound cultures, where potent plant allies like jimsonweed, nightshade, morning glory, psilocybin mushrooms, and even an ayahuasca-like brew he calls Missihuasca were used in sacred rites to connect with other realms.These powerful psychoactive journeys formed the basis for initiatory rites and afterlife preparation, centered around what was known as the Trail of Ghosts or Path of Souls—a visionary passage believed to carry the soul into the next world.We also explore the profound role that the compound DMT played in these ancient traditions. One of the biggest revelations is his rediscovery of Missihuasca, a Southeastern analogue to ayahuasca that may have been used by Native shamans to enter deep trance states and receive spiritual revelation in their earliest history.Together, we delve into the symbolic and energetic significance of the mound structures themselves, and their striking parallels with other sacred afterlife maps—like the Egyptian and Tibetan Books of the Dead.It's a riveting glimpse into a forgotten system of ancient spiritual technology designed to guide the soul through the ultimate mystery. An amazing episode… Drop in!P.D. Newman Bio:P. D. Newman has been immersed in the study and practice of shamanism, alchemy, hermetism, and theurgy for more than two decades. The author of Theurgy: Theory and Practice and Angels in Vermilion, he lives in Tupelo, Mississippi, with his wife, Rebecca, and his youngest son, Bacchus. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hello and Welcome back Wine friends! In this insightful episode, we dive into the vibrant wine scene of Lisbon with the brilliant Libby Brodie — wine consultant, journalist, and presenter based in London. Founder of Bacchus and Brodie wine consultancy and wine columnist for City A.M., Libby brings her expertise and creative flair to the world of wine after a successful career as a theatre producer. We chat about her recent mini-series The Lisboa Wine Tour, created in partnership with Vinhos de Lisboa, and available now on YouTube. Libby shares her fresh perspective, stories, and deep appreciation for Lisbon's dynamic wine culture — from regional highlights to hidden gems. Whether you're a seasoned wine lover or just curious about Portuguese wines, this episode is packed with inspiration and discovery. If you want to skip ahead:   03.35: How a wine tasting sparked her passion in her twenties 05.45: Shifting from a theater career to wine during the pandemic 06.30: Lisbon's charm and its welcoming, vibrant culture 07.00: Introduction to the Lisboa wine region and its Atlantic influence 09.10: The uniqueness and underappreciation of the Colaris DO. 13:30: The native grape variety Arinto and tasting of the Quinta de Sant'Ana Arinto 2020 (Caviste £35) 16:30: Quinta de Sant'Ana estate introduced — a 30 minute drive from Lisbon 19:45: Ideal food pairings for Arinto, including a perfect portuguese salted cod dish and an Arroz de Marisco 23:00: Quinta de Sant'Ana's history and focus on family 25:30: Wines of Lisbon include 9 DOs — many close to the capital including Bucelas (famous region for Arinto) 28:00: Many wines labeled as Vinho Regional Lisboa for broader recognition. 28.30: Talking about and tasting the Arenae Ramisco 2015 (50cl) from Adega Regional de Colares (Hedonism £50) 30:21: The native red grape variety Ramisco from Colares DO 33.58: Perfect pairings with Ramisco including a traditional Portuguese stew 35:21: Adega Regional de Colares are the oldest co-op in Portugal 38:00: Introducing the smallest wine region in Portugal, the Carcavelos DO 39.30: Talking about and tasting the Villa Oeiras 7 years fortified (Stroud Wine £29 375ml) 40:30: The work that Villa Oeiras have done for this region that has almost disappeared 43:24: Pairing this wine with Pastel de Nata (Good in Bread) 46.30: Other native varieties such as Galego Dourado and Ratinho 50.57: A big push for the Vinhos de Lisboa to focus on native varieties 52.17: Leve wines: a low alcohol white wine Any thoughts or questions, do email me: janina@eatsleepwinerepeat.co.uk Or contact me on Instagram @eatsleep_winerepeat If you fancy watching some videos on my youtube channel: Eat Sleep Wine Repeat Or come say hi at www.eatsleepwinerepeat.co.uk Until next time, Cheers to you!   ---------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------- THE EAT SLEEP WINE REPEAT PODCAST HAS BEEN FEATURED IN DECANTER MAGAZINE, RADIO TIMES AND FEED SPOT AS THE 6TH BEST UK WINE MAKING PODCAST.

Sean is the host of @restitutio8765 . He is the pastor of Living Hope Ministries Internal ( @livinghopelatham ) He is also on the board of the Unitarian Christian Alliance ( @UnitarianChristianAlliance ). In this video we discuss his recent series on the history of Corinth the city and what that informs us about the epistles to the Corinthian church and early christianity more broadly. We mention Aquila, Augustus, Bacchus, Bruce Winter, Cayla Mayo, Claudius, Crispus, Cybele, Dale Martin, Dionysus, Gaius (Caesar), Gaius, Hercules, Homer, James Walters, Jerome Murphy O'Connor, Jesus, Job, Joseph Fitzmyer, Josephus, Julius Caesar, Juvenal, Celsus, Lucius Caesar, Mummius, Nero, Paul, Philo, Plato, Pliny the Elder, Pliny the Younger, Plutarch, Priscilla, Sosthenes, Tiberius, Titius Justus, Trajan, Victor Gluckin, Will Barlow, Zach Mayo, Zephaniah and more. Corinthians series - https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLN9jFDsS3QV2PFMHm0Vd4JWrDPxW8Zvc8&si=gT9abVPqRy0sYn_Q

From nutrients, stabilizers, acids & tannins, the guys talk through the various substances at our disposal to help make mead making easier and give us better results. The Mead House Podcast is sponsored by Bacchus & Barleycorn! Use our discount code MHP10 for all your shopping and supply needs! Thank you Bacchus & Barleycorn!

Baalbeck est un joyau du monde antique ! Le site comporte trois monuments principaux, ceux de Jupiter, de Bacchus et de Vénus. Pour parler de cette cité antique libanaise, Johanne Dussez reçoit Patrick Michel, archéologue et Maître dʹenseignement et de recherche à lʹInstitut dʹarchéologie et des sciences de lʹAntiquité de lʹUniversité de Lausanne Sujets traités :Baalbeck, antique, Jupiter, Bacchus, Vénus, Liban Merci pour votre écoute Un Jour dans l'Histoire, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 13h15 à 14h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes d'Un Jour dans l'Histoire sur notre plateforme Auvio.be :https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/5936 Intéressés par l'histoire ? Vous pourriez également aimer nos autres podcasts : L'Histoire Continue: https://audmns.com/kSbpELwL'heure H : https://audmns.com/YagLLiKEt sa version à écouter en famille : La Mini Heure H https://audmns.com/YagLLiKAinsi que nos séries historiques :Chili, le Pays de mes Histoires : https://audmns.com/XHbnevhD-Day : https://audmns.com/JWRdPYIJoséphine Baker : https://audmns.com/wCfhoEwLa folle histoire de l'aviation : https://audmns.com/xAWjyWCLes Jeux Olympiques, l'étonnant miroir de notre Histoire : https://audmns.com/ZEIihzZMarguerite, la Voix d'une Résistante : https://audmns.com/zFDehnENapoléon, le crépuscule de l'Aigle : https://audmns.com/DcdnIUnUn Jour dans le Sport : https://audmns.com/xXlkHMHSous le sable des Pyramides : https://audmns.com/rXfVppvN'oubliez pas de vous y abonner pour ne rien manquer.Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement. Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

The guys spend a little time chatting about carbonated meads – ways to do it, cautions needed during the process, why and what to expect. The Mead House Podcast is sponsored by Bacchus & Barleycorn! Use our discount code MHP10 for all your shopping and supply needs! Thank you Bacchus & Barleycorn!

Jay McInerney is a New York Times best selling author known for his breakout novel Bright Lights Big City. He also wrote the screenplay for the 1988 film adaption of Bright Lights Big City and co-wrote the screenplay for the 1998 film Gia, starring Angelina Jolie. In addition to his fiction work, McInerney was the wine columnist for House & Garden magazine, The Wall Street Journal, and currently writes the wine column for Town & Country magazine. His essays on wine have been collected in Bacchus & Me (2000) and A Hedonist in the Cellar (2006) and his book of short stories, titled How It Ended, was named one of the 10 best books of the year by The New York Times in 2009. McInernay has also been honored by the New York Public Library as a “Literary Lion” and won the James Beard MFK Fisher Award for Distinguished Writing.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The guys spend an evening breaking down all the different ways to get fruit flavor into your mead, and the pros and cons for each – from fresh, frozen, concentrates and purees, to other odd options like freeze dried and flavorings. The Mead House Podcast is sponsored by Bacchus & Barleycorn! Use our discount code MHP10 for … Continue reading "Episode 265 – Ways to Incorporate Fruit"

The guys returned to Minneapolis/St Paul for the annual Valkyrie’s Horn mead competition this weekend and spend about an hour chatting over the events and things they liked, sharing some of their favorite experiences and some of the goals they have moving forward. The Mead House Podcast is sponsored by Bacchus & Barleycorn! Use our discount … Continue reading "Episode 264 – Valkyrie’s Horn 2025 Recap"

Listen as social media influencer KBTHABANDHEAD reacts to two of the country's best high school marching band programs competing at the Krewe of Bacchus parade. I hope you enjoy the commentary. Please leave a comment with any thoughts or concerns! More is on the way. STAY TUNED!!   Website: https://www.bskillzentertainment.com/ Watch my REACTIONS on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/kbthabandhead Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kbthabandhead/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@kbthabandhead?lang=en Merch: https://kbthabandhead.myspreadshop.com/

Listen as social media influencer KBTHABANDHEAD reacts to two of the country's best high school marching band programs competing at the Krewe of Bacchus parade. I hope you enjoy the commentary. Please leave a comment with any thoughts or concerns! More is on the way. STAY TUNED!!   Website: https://www.bskillzentertainment.com/ Watch my REACTIONS on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/kbthabandhead Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kbthabandhead/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@kbthabandhead?lang=en Merch: https://kbthabandhead.myspreadshop.com/

Exploring psychedelic spiritual practices and afterlife beliefs among the Mississippi mound cultures• Examines the Path of Souls or Trail of Ghosts, a Native American model for the after-death journey• Demonstrates how psychoactive plants were used to evoke the liminal state between life and death in initiatory rites and spirit journeys• Explores the symbology of the large earthwork mounds erected by the Indigenous people of the Mississippi Valley and how they connect to the Path of SoulsThe use of hallucinogenic substances like peyote and desert tobacco has long played a significant role in the spiritual practices and traditions of Native Americans. While the majority of those practices are well documented, the relationship between entheogens and Native Americans of the Southeast has gone largely unexplored.Examining the role of psychoactive plants in afterlife traditions, sacred rituals, and spirit journeying by shamans of the Mississippian mound cultures, P. D. Newman explores in depth the Native American death journey known as the "Trail of Ghosts" or "Path of Souls." He demonstrates how practices such as fasting and trancework when used with psychedelic plants like jimsonweed, black nightshade, morning glory, and amanita and psilocybin mushrooms could evoke the liminal state between life and death in initiatory rites and spirit journeys for shamans and chiefs. He explores the earthwork and platform mounds built by Indigenous cultures of the Mississippi Valley, showing how they quite likely served as early models for the Path of Souls. He also explores similarities between the Ghost Trail afterlife journey and the well-known Egyptian and Tibetan Books of the Dead.P. D. Newman has been immersed in the study and practice of shamanism, alchemy, hermetism, and theurgy for more than two decades. The author of Theurgy—Theory and Practice: The Mysteries of the Ascent to the Divine, Angels in Vermilion: The Philosophers' Stone from Dee to DMT, and Alchemically Stoned: The Psychedelic Secret of Freemasonry, he lives in Tupelo, Mississippi, with his wife, Rebecca, and his youngest son, Bacchus.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/earth-ancients--2790919/support.

“I define wealth as the luxury of choice.” –Kaitlyn CarlsonDo you like the sound of financial freedom or work optional? If you're uninspired by the idea of a retirement fund and underwhelmed by the idea of money management, this conversation with certified financial planner Kaitlyn Carlson is for you.A financial planner helps you take the 30,000 foot view of your financial situation. They see your business, your other assets, your liabilities. They see where you are and where you want to be … and the different paths to get you there.If you are looking for the luxury of choice, wealth creation needs to be part of your plan.We talk about: Living in your purpose and looking at your work optional date3 levers you can change the numbers you settle on make you panicWriting down your financial goalsGrowth over time and why to start now even if you can't save what you think you should be savingUsing a retirement calculator Getting help with financial planning instead of feeling like you have to know everything about itABOUT KAITLYNKaitlyn is the Founder & CEO of Theory Planning Partners, a boutique wealth creation firm for the top female entrepreneurs in the United States.Before launching Theory Planning Partners, Kaitlyn spent the majority of her career at UBS Financial Services, Inc., where she held roles in both the southern and northeastern regions of the U.S. There, she developed more than 300 financial plans for clients with assets ranging from $500,000 to $1 Billion. Subsequently, she became an advisor on a private wealth management team that managed over $600 million for a few dozen families. Her career began in asset management with Putnam Investments.Kaitlyn is a CERTIFIED FINANCIAL PLANNER™️ (CFP®), Certified Exit Planning Advisor™️ (CEPA™️), and an Accredited Wealth Management Advisor (AWMA®). Outside of work, she is a spiritual seeker ravenous to understand why we are here and how to make a meaningful life.Kaitlyn lives in Marblehead, MA, with her husband, Jake, their three children, Russell, Luke, and Grace, and their affectionate dog, Bacchus. In her free time, she enjoys exercising, reading, traveling, and trying new restaurants around Boston.LINKStheoryplanning.comhttps://www.instagram.com/theoryplanningpartners/DOABLE CHANGESAt the end of every episode, we share three doable changes, so you can take what you've heard and put it into action. Change comes from action. Sometimes action gets a bad rap. You can be kind to yourself. You can practice being AND doing, but for change to happen you have to take steps. The way we take care of ourselves is making the steps doable and focusing on one thing at a time. We take time to integrate the change and then move on to the next one. Pick a Doable Change that resonates with you the most to start from. Here are three Doable changes that we chose from this conversation. FIND YOUR FREEDOM DATE NUMBER. Use a retirement calculator to figure out how much you need to live the lifestyle you want based on when you want to be work optional.ADJUST YOUR FINANCIAL FREEDOM NUMBER. If your freedom date number scares you, change one of the levers. You can adjust how long before your freedom date, how much money you want to live on monthly, or play with your savings rate. You can keep adjusting too.START INVESTING. Don't think that you have to hit your number right away. Start now with what you can do. Work toward reaching that monthly goal (and know that if you exceed it, you will make up for some of the lower months).

Monday, February 17th, 2025Today, Trump officials fired nuclear staff not realizing they oversee the country's nuclear weapons stockpile so now he's trying to re-hire them; Zelensky refuses to hand over US access to Ukraine's minerals; three DOGEbags showed up to San Francisco City Hall demanding records; Trump bars federal funding for schools with COVID vaccine mandates; internal DOGE documents show Musk is trying to skirt the law with his DEI firings; the Trump administration has moved to drop transgender discrimination cases at the EEOC; protests erupt after the National Park Service removed the “TQ” from LGBTQ at the Stonewall National Monument; DOGE published classified information; and Allison and Dana deliver your Good News. Thank You DeleteMeJoindeleteme.com/dailybeans code dailybeans for 20% off.Thank You PiqueLifeGet 20% off on the Radiant Skin Duo, plus a FREE starter kit at Piquelife.com/dailybeans.Stories:Zelenskyy declines to accept US proposal to access Ukraine's minerals - Emma Burrows | AP NewsElon Musk's DOGE Posts Classified Data On Its New Website - Jennifer Bendery | HuffPost Trump bars federal funding to schools with COVID vaccine mandates - Anne Flaherty and Kelsey Walsh | ABC NewsProtests at Stonewall National Monument after "LGBTQ" changed to "LGB" on government website - Ali Bauman, Kristie Keleshian | CBS New YorkRecords show how DOGE planned Trump's DEI purge — and who gets fired next - Hannah Natanson and Chris Dehghanpoor | The Washington Post3 men claiming to be from DOGE show up at San Francisco City Hall, demand records -  Tim Fang | CBS NewsTrump administration wants to un-fire nuclear safety workers but can't figure out how to reach them - Peter Alexander and Alexandra Marquez | NBC NewsTrump administration moves to drop transgender discrimination cases - Julian Mark and Beth Reinhard | The Washington PostGood Trouble:#TheMajorityProject: 100k Postcards to Congress – Signs Of JusticeFederal workers - feel free to email me at fedoath@pm.me and let me know what you're going to do, or just vent. I'm always here to listen. From The Good News“Pay the people - F*** Elon!”#TheMajorityProject: 100k Postcards to Congress – Signs Of JusticeLink to Bacchus' adoption pageReminder - you can see the pod pics if you become a Patron. The good news pics are at the bottom of the show notes of each Patreon episode! That's just one of the perks of subscribing! Check out other MSW Media podcastshttps://mswmedia.com/shows/Subscribe for free to MuellerSheWrote on Substackhttps://muellershewrote.substack.comFollow AG and Dana on Social MediaDr. Allison Gill Substack|Muellershewrote, Twitter|@MuellerSheWrote, Threads|@muellershewrote, TikTok|@muellershewrote, IG|muellershewrote, BlueSky|@muellershewroteDana GoldbergTwitter|@DGComedy, IG|dgcomedy, facebook|dgcomedy, IG|dgcomedy, danagoldberg.com, BlueSky|@dgcomedyHave some good news; a confession; or a correction to share?Good News & Confessions - The Daily Beanshttps://www.dailybeanspod.com/confessional/ Listener Survey:http://survey.podtrac.com/start-survey.aspx?pubid=BffJOlI7qQcF&ver=shortFollow the Podcast on Apple:The Daily Beans on Apple PodcastsWant to support the show and get it ad-free and early?Supercasthttps://dailybeans.supercast.com/Patreon https://patreon.com/thedailybeansOr subscribe on Apple Podcasts with our affiliate linkThe Daily Beans on Apple Podcasts

Jeff and Chris dive into a wide variety of topics related to how to store your mead – with opinions on closures, types of bottles, labels. wax seals and heat shrink closures, plus a sidebar on bulk aging your meads as well. The Mead House Podcast is sponsored by Bacchus & Barleycorn! Use our discount code … Continue reading "Episode 260 – Closures, Storage and Aging"

Elizabeth Boleyn, Countess of Wiltshire is famous as the mother of Queen Anne Boleyn, and yet Elizabeth herself remains an extremely elusive figure. So much of her story is unknown, which is why I was so excited to learn that the very first book about Elizabeth Boleyn has been written and will be released later this year. I am thrilled to say that the books author, Sophie Bacchus Waterman is this weeks podcast guest. She joins me to discuss this fascinating but hugely overlooked figure, and although much still remains unknown, Sophie has discovered some new insights which do help us piece together something of who this woman was, so join Sophie and I as we explore the life of this remarkable woman, the mother of England's most infamous queen consort.

Leo Delibes - Sylvia: Cortege of BacchusRazumovsky Symphony OrchestraAndrew Mogrelia, conductorMore info about today's track: Naxos 8.553338-39Courtesy of Naxos of America Inc.SubscribeYou can subscribe to this podcast in Apple Podcasts, or by using the Daily Download podcast RSS feed.Purchase this recordingAmazon

Do the means justify the end, as Sartre asked? When is an art work finished? From the frenzy of Bacchus to the moderation of Epicurus - how have Greek thinkers looked at life? Christmas - a time for panto, over-eating and gaudy decorations - was your festive season overwhelming or excessive? The writer and broadcaster Andrew Doyle, the classicist Edith Hall, comedian Rob Newman, environmentalist Rupert Read and performer and suffrage historian Naomi Paxton join Shahidha Bari to discuss when enough is enough and knowing when to stop.Producer: Lisa Jenkinson