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After wrapping Passionate & Prosperous LIVE 2025—our fourth annual event—I realized something that every entrepreneur and high achiever needs to hear: basking and celebrating aren't luxuries, they're strategy.This week's episode of Passionate & Prosperous is about the part of entrepreneurship that doesn't get talked about enough—the space after the big thing. The launch, the event, the win. The part where you stop, breathe, and let yourself feel what you created before rushing into what's next.Because when you give yourself time to celebrate and integrate your accomplishments, you're not losing momentum—you're actually building it. Reflection and celebration are how you leverage your results into confidence, creativity, and sustainable business growth.In this episode, I'm sharing my reflections from this year's event and what it taught me about:Why basking and celebrating are essential to long-term successHow to reframe stress as evidence of expansion rather than something to fixThe importance of creating space for recovery, reflection, and integration in businessWhy celebration and self-care are both leadership and growth strategiesHow to build a business model that honors your energy, not just your ambitionWhether you've just come off a big launch, hosted an event, or reached a personal milestone, this episode will remind you that integration is momentum—and that every accomplishment deserves to be received, celebrated, and remembered.Get Full Show Notes, Event Sign Ups and More Information Here:http://www.staceybrassrussell.com/podcast
#realconversations #marketing #lipstick #HR #SiliconValley#Croatia #California #volunteering CONVERSATIONS WITH CALVIN WE THE SPECIESMeet MONICA WALLS: “Read this. One word. LIPSTICK. And thestory about my interview with Monica. I didn't want this to end. I discoveredher energy, passion, commitment, dedication, drive, and belief. In herself. Tocreate ‘Keca's Usna' Lipstick. And the story behind this. My favoriteexclamation. “Wow.” Firstly, Monica is exuberant, worldly, delightful, intense,and real. Her words resonate even now as I compose this. She left a wonderful,safe, cushioned HR career in Silicon Valley. Something was missing. I know thefeeling. Our bonding. To build something from the ground up. She developed thisunique, practical, and glamorous lipstick brand. Listen in to the challenges,inspirations, advice, and journey, including the real geographical trip toCroatia. Much here to grasp. And you all know me. Basking in spirituality. Towrap the interview, a strange warm noise from just behind her. To becontinued.” Calvinhttps://www.youtube.com/c/ConversationswithCalvinWetheSpecIEs644 Interviews/Videos 9200 SUBSCRIBERSGLOBAL Reach. Earth Life. Amazing People. PLEASE SUBSCRIBE and COMMENT**MONICA WALLS: A Founder's Story; Lipstick is not LipService; Creator, Lip color collection, CEO, Keca's Usna; LIVE from CaliforniaYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5Q2oa2IkI4LINKS: https://www.linkedin.com/in/monicawalls/LIPSTICK WEBSITE: kecasusna.comBio: People, culture, and values have always been mypassion, and I am continuously inspired by the eclectic range of individuals Iencounter on my travels. My journey began in Silicon Valley, where I worked asan HR leader alongside visionary CEOs, advocating for the value people bring toorganizations. I infused my work with what spoke to my heart:volunteer efforts,community events, and championing causes like walk-a-thons, food drives, andwomen's shelters. Yet, something was missing. I was tired of having to explainwhat seemed so obvious to me: treat people well and do something meaningfulwith personality and grace.It became clear that the excitement of building somethingfrom the ground up was what I truly enjoyed, and it was time to do that formyself. After extensive travel and exploration, my experiences, particularly inCroatia, left a lasting impression. This connection inspired the creation of mylip color collection, Keca's Usna.I had tried various brands but found my favorites eithersticky or short-lasting, while my go-to long-lasting lipstick left my lips dry.I wanted it all: a formula that was long-lasting, non-drying, and felt good.Keca's Usna is a tribute to my heritage and journey, where each shade tells astory, celebrating diversity and connection while embodying the values I holddear.**WE ARE ALSO ON AUDIOAUDIO “Conversations with Calvin; WE the SpecIEs”ANCHOR https://lnkd.in/g4jcUPqSPOTIFY https://lnkd.in/ghuMFeCAPPLE PODCASTSBREAKER https://lnkd.in/g62StzJGOOGLE PODCASTS https://lnkd.in/gpd3XfMPOCKET CASTS https://pca.st/bmjmzaitRADIO PUBLIC https://lnkd.in/gxueFZw
Just over a week ago, the final siren sounded on the 2025 AFL Grand Final, cementing the legacy of this current Brisbane Lions group, their coach, and the club as a whole, as the Lions became the first side to 5 premierships in the 21st century. Following that perfect Saturday afternoon, it's been a week full of replays and joy, as we all come to terms with an achievement that was beyond comprehension not that long ago.This week on the Roar Deal, as we return to the Coorparoo studios for the first time since the 2025 flag was won, it's time to begin another few months of basking in the golden light of back-to-back premierships.Also this week:-We're headed back to the Powerhouse with Chris Fagan next month!-The latest on the player movement space-Dom's marathon journey beginsAnd much more!
On Saturday Sept 27, 2025.
In the last in the current series H meets up with MWT's Marine Officer and Calf Manager Dr Lara Howe to hear a little about the Island's wonderful marine life from Basking sharks to puffins and work to protect them and their environment
It is the return of the Fill-in-the-Blank Game where Dan Rubin asks Dave Biddle several things about Ohio State football (see below for the full list of questions so you can play along). Also, the No. 1 Buckeyes have an interesting game this week at Washington where OSU is favored by just 9.5 points. All of that and more is coming your way on the Monday 5ish. Here is the full list of questions: There are ____ Big Ten QBs you'd rather have than Julian Sayin THIS season. ____ will finish this season as Ohio State's rushing leader. ____ is Ohio State's chief competitor for the B1G title. ____ is Ohio State's chief competitor for the national title. Kayden McDonald will be playing for ____ next season Matt Patricia will be coaching for ____ next season ____ will be the first Buckeye selected in the 2026 NFL Draft. ____ Basking. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices
To use another garden metaphor - it is harvest season right now. It's time to reap what you sow, bask in the energy of abundance, and enjoy the blessings that your hard work brought. What is that in your life? And are you honouring the seeds you planted for this to become a possibility? Have you been intentional with the seeds you are planting right now that will bring more blessings in the future? Tune in to begin. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices
One week post-launch from Hollow Knight: Silksong, and our resident expert, Steve, has finally seen the light.Join us this week as we go over how the moment, one seven years in the making, arrived and how this momentous occasion has brought joy to the world.Like and follow us on Social Media:Bluesky: @consolecreatures.comYouTube: @ConsoleCreaturesTwitter: @ConsoleCreatureFacebook: @RealConsoleCreatureInstagram: @ConsoleCreaturesThreads: @Consolecreatures Intro music provided by Mad Seedling. Check his work on Spotify!
In hour1, Tobin is still basking in Canes glory after the Um beat Notre Dame on Sunday night. He is also happy seeing former New England Patriots head coach Bill Belichick get blown out in his college debut to TCU 48-14. We get ready for week 1 of the 2025 season s the Fins named their captains and Tyreek Hill was not named one. We hear sound for head coach Mike McDaniel about naming the captains and who will be ready to play on Sunday?
On todays Tobin & Leroy show, we are still excited over the Hurricanes 27-24 win over #6 Notre Dame and how Canes fans hould e basking in this win. The guys talk Miami Dolphins football as week 1 vs the Colts is 5 days away. Tobin lets us know that this is a "can't lose game for the Fins" which has Leroy frustrated that he is putting tags on the first game of the season. Tobin also, take a look at player props for the game an he is upset that of his plyers anytime TD odds have been updated. We talk Heat basketball as the European championship is being played with current Heat players playing for their home country and that has Tobin excited. We also talk about Mascots mishaps during this past weekend in college and we find out one of our own was a mascot. All of this plus more show ponyness and our favorite games like mixed Bag and Damage is Done on the Tobin & Leroy show.
Basking in the sun, late patio nights and the sweetest of sleep-ins. The relaxed and unstructured schedule of summer vacation is glorious…but unfortunately it's almost time to get back to reality. Whether it's back to school or back to your work routine, when it comes to sleep, the time is now.Host Melanie Ng speaks with Alanna McGinn, CEO of Good Night Sleep Site, about the A to Zzz's of sleep including the physical and mental impact, PLUS the do's and don'ts when it comes to sleeping aids, certain foods and technology.You can learn more about Alanna's work here:Instagram: instagram.com/alanna.mcginnWebsite: https://alannamcginn.com We love feedback at The Big Story, as well as suggestions for future episodes. You can find us:Through email at hello@thebigstorypodcast.ca Or @thebigstoryfpn on Twitter
Recorded live at our final Sunday worship service at the Performing Arts Center of Edgewood High School, Madison, WI.
Marine life enthusiasts are being encouraged to head to Clare's coast to see a unique spectacle this week. There have been a number of sightings of basking sharks breaching, or breaking the surface of the water, off Loop Head in recent days. Basking sharks, which are the second-largest sharks or fish in the world, populate much of Ireland's waters during the spring and summer but usually only breach during particularly warm spells. Chief Executive Officer of the Kilrush-based Irish Whale and Dolphin Group, Simon Berrow says it's a great opportunity to see these remarkable creatures.
Sermon on Leviticus 23-25 titled Basking in the Son. It was preached by Director of Outreach and Discipleship Jeremy Fritz on August 10th, 2025 at Manhattan Presbyterian Church (PCA) in Manhattan, Kansas. You can learn more at ManhattanPres.com
Galatians 2:20-21 and 1 Corinthians 2:10
Today, we linked up with Girl Cologne to discuss what being a young, queer, punk rock band is like in the Cleveland scene and beyond, and, much more importantly, got to the bottom of what Girl Cologne would smell like.Follow Girl Cologne if you know what's good for ya, and check out their latest song, a killer cover of Nirvana's "Blew" that has gained tons of attention recently!SONGS PERFORMED:Don't Wanna Hear ItHelp You Help MeSome ClarityKnew You WouldLet Me KnowBlew (Nirvana cover)CONNECT WITH GIRL COLOGNE:https://www.instagram.com/girlcologne/https://linktr.ee/girlcologne----CHECK OUT THESE UPCOMING EVENTS:Everwild Music Festival 7/31-8/2: https://www.everwildfestival.com/Rock the Block 8/22-8/23: https://serocktheblock.com/ ...if you have a sec - please leave us a rating/ review on Apple/ Spotify!Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/locle-grown/id1619510885Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/6OpyraRZDUqf6h8ZKq8KE3?si=75f15ec563714a6cApply to be a guest: https://www.loclegrown.com/past-guests-and-how-to-apply Circle K is a proud sponsor of LoCLE Grown! Download the Inner Circle App today to get .25 cents per gallon off your first 5 fill ups and 5 free drinks! Learn more here: https://www.circlek.com/inner-circleCircle K Inner Circle iPhone App: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/circle-k/id1592397814Circle K Inner Circle Google Play App: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.circlek.gmap.na&hl=en&gl=US&pli=1
Someone help me. What happened. What's good bro. I think deadmau5 is my cat. Nah. You're serious? I'm…deadfuckingnserious. What makes you think that? [cat is deadmau5] lol isn't it super torturous as fuck as a woman knowing All you really want is for like, one man to like , Just like you, But dudes are notorious for like— Never ever really being able to just ”like” one person? Like dudes like everyone They are notorious whoooores. The like everybody. The older I get like the worse it gets Like here's this guy I like And I pretty much mostly just like him But then like, Look at all these girls! Fuuuuck that! NICOLE BYER OH LOOK. ITS DUM-DUM! this is because I keep forgetting you, isn't it? NICOLE BYER Yes it IS. this might actually be my favorite part of the story. BLŪ is taking a shower when suddenly— NICOLE BYER appears out of nowhere. HEY DUM-DUM. JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a picturesque and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies—. THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had to come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and tricks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be careful of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark--which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth of The force that the shadows could not bare— there were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the niceties of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affluent east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools and good old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowledge the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperament to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.
Someone help me. What happened. What's good bro. I think deadmau5 is my cat. Nah. You're serious? I'm…deadfuckingnserious. What makes you think that? [cat is deadmau5] lol isn't it super torturous as fuck as a woman knowing All you really want is for like, one man to like , Just like you, But dudes are notorious for like— Never ever really being able to just ”like” one person? Like dudes like everyone They are notorious whoooores. The like everybody. The older I get like the worse it gets Like here's this guy I like And I pretty much mostly just like him But then like, Look at all these girls! Fuuuuck that! NICOLE BYER OH LOOK. ITS DUM-DUM! this is because I keep forgetting you, isn't it? NICOLE BYER Yes it IS. this might actually be my favorite part of the story. BLŪ is taking a shower when suddenly— NICOLE BYER appears out of nowhere. HEY DUM-DUM. JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a picturesque and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies—. THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had to come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and tricks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be careful of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark--which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth of The force that the shadows could not bare— there were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the niceties of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affluent east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools and good old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowledge the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperament to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.
JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a pictures and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies— THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had too come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and ticks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be csrefyl of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark/-which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth if The force that the shadows could not bare— thee were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the nicities of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affient east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowlege the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperment to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. DJ NAMES: -Ū. | Happy Accidents! [H∆!], c o l o r s, Uptown A GENRE TAGS: ACID, ELECTRONIC, EXPERIMENTAL, DANCE, DUBSTEP DESCRIPTION: Prepare for sonic seismic activity! "Freaky Fridays" with the enigmatic -Ū. is about to detonate on the airwaves, bringing you the biggest bass explosion since the Big Bang itself! Climb aboard the mothership every Friday from 11 AM to 1 PM and launch your weekend into orbit with a mind-bending blend of clever soundwaves and subterranean bass frequencies that stretch from infinity and beyond. Forget the surface – the sound of the underground is pure fire and untamed heat with DJ -Ū. at the helm. This mononymous maestro, sometimes materializing under the mysterious and mesmerizing aliases Happy Accidents, c o l o r s, or even the warehouse tycoon Uptown A, is a sonic enigma. Though a Californian beach bum at heart, with a soul steeped in ocean vibes and sunshine, this DJ has found a home for her dance-fueled chaos in the industrial heartland of dance music, Brooklyn. Get ready for a swift punch of chaotic wonder as -Ū. seamlessly blends the Hollywood movie magic of her homeland – think swaying palms and suave vibes – with the gritty twists and turns from the bunkers of bass music: dubstep, UK garage, techno, new wave, drum-n-bass, and genre-bending mind-fluxes that defy categorization. But wait: There's More! -Ū. isn't just about the bass. This sonic time traveler digs deep into generations of music history, unearthing classic rock anthems, psychedelic soundscapes, trance-inducing rhythms, and those precious b-sides and rarities – forgotten gems from the stage, silver screen, and even the epic realms of fantasy, action, and adventure from blockbuster hits to obscure and insane. -Ū. is a one-of-a-kind Pandora's record box, unleashing a thrilling mix of sonic atrocities and unexpected delights – the sounds you didn't know you were craving. So, relax, strap in, and prepare for a sweet ride filled with magic, wonder, and jaw-dropping surprises as this time-traveling tycoon hits the radio waves with the freakiest, Friday-est, no-holds-barred, anything-goes sound the world has been waiting to hear! Tune in every Friday from 11 AM to 1 PM for literally 'whatever, man.' with your affectionate Captain, Blū Tha Gürū (-Ū.), and keep your ears peeled for guest appearances by [Any Alias Whatsoever.] Peace + Love. FREAKY FRIDAY 005. LIVE Originally Aired July 11th, 2025 Brooklyn, New York
NEON COWGIRL "The Neon Cowgirl-towering over Broadway like the patron saint of heartbreak in downtown Nashville as she smiles coyly over her shoulder in red cowboy boots-watched me grow up. Basking in her glow, I walked wide-eyed into the Ryman Auditorium as a 16 year-old, clutching my ticket. Later that night, dreaming of standing on that stage, I drifted off to sleep in the bunk of our home on wheels at the KOA next to the Opry. When I was 18, she saw me flipping through Loretta Lynn CDs in Ernest Tubb Record Shop after performing the breakfast and lunch shows on the General Jackson showboat with my parents and brothers in our family band, The Neilsons. At 25, she watched me running all over town, meeting up with other songwriters-writing, writing, writing-before I had to fly back home to Canada again. At 30, I returned as a newlywed on my honeymoon, flying in from New Zealand where I'd moved for love, holding hands with my new husband in Hatch Show Print, introducing him to her like a family member. A decade passed without her as I built a life on the other side of the world and raised 2 babies. My heart raced as I returned to her once again, to showcase at Americanafest, playing to 12 people at 3rd and Lindsley. 5 years and many showcases later, I swear she smiled right at me as I stopped to point her out to my two children as we walked past her, through the doors of the Ryman to finally perform for the first time. NEON COWGIRL represents a lifelong dream of chasing Nashville and country music. I've loved her my whole life, even when she breaks my heart over and over again." This weeks guest = Tami Neilson - through much hard work, fierce determination and drive has begun to make all her dreams come true. She is blessed with a voice that's been described as "a fire breathing R&B belter" by Rolling Stone. Tami has now played the Ryman, sung a duet with her hero Willie Nelson. Travelled the highways and cities of the USA and Canada in an RV with her NZ family, so they could experience where she came from and the places on the planet she was singing about. Her latest adventure was opening for Willie Nelson and Bob Dylan as part of the Outlaw Music Festival. Dreams DO come true. She's done all this while dealing with health issues and her brother Jay's recovery from major surgery.
The best conversations about the Panthers The Joe Rose Show, Tobin & Leroy, and Hochman, Crowder & Solana. Discussing the best moments from the Stanley Cup parade, including a conversation with the fan who lost his fantasy football punishment and had to wear a Oilers jersey to the celebration. Plus, Bill Zito joins Joe Rose to talk about the offseason and a possible three-peat. That and more this week on Best of Panthers!
The best conversations about the Panthers The Joe Rose Show, Tobin & Leroy, and Hochman, Crowder & Solana. Discussing the best moments from the Stanley Cup parade, including a conversation with the fan who lost his fantasy football punishment and had to wear a Oilers jersey to the celebration. Plus, Bill Zito joins Joe Rose to talk about the offseason and a possible three-peat. That and more this week on Best of Panthers!
The best conversations about the Panthers The Joe Rose Show, Tobin & Leroy, and Hochman, Crowder & Solana. Discussing the best moments from the Stanley Cup parade, including a conversation with the fan who lost his fantasy football punishment and had to wear a Oilers jersey to the celebration. Plus, Bill Zito joins Joe Rose to talk about the offseason and a possible three-peat. That and more this week on Best of Panthers!
Would you like to bask in the possibilities of living without reference points? Reference points are all the places where you are referencing who you were yesterday. It is making the past the source for the creation of your present and future. But haven't you noticed that sometimes who you are changes and those reference points fall flat? Maybe you suddenly stop enjoying your favourite foods or you want an entire new wardrobe because nothing feels like you anymore. If you had no reference points you could have infinite possibilities. Join me in the Curious Universe to explore! PS This is a good one to bookmark for those times that you have massive change or are asking to change something in your life.
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Louth have been crowned Leinster Football Senior Champions for the first time in 68 year after defeating Meath yesterday. Louth superfan Grace Cullen and owners of Mo Chara pub in Dundalk chat to Dave & Fionnuala about the celebrations that followed...
Have you ever had a dream that lingered in your bones, even if you didn't fully understand it? One that wrapped around your heart like a warm shawl, whispering meaning even without words? In this soul-nourishing episode of the Dreamifesting podcast, I had the joy of basking—yes, basking!—in the radiant dreamlight with the luminous Katherine Bell, host of The Dream Journal Podcast and upcoming author of Dreams: The Treasure Hunt. Together, we explored the gentle art of simply being with our dreams, soaking in their glow before we rush to analyze them. Katherine shared a dream in which she found herself locked out of her podcast studio—until her inner child appeared beside her. When she reached out to take the little girl's hand, the doors opened wide, as if a red carpet had been rolled out just for them. Cue the goosebumps! And the tears. Because isn't it often our inner child who holds the keys to our most sacred spaces? Kelly Sullivan Walden Find out about Kelly Sullivan Walden's Dreamifesting Live 6 Week Course Find books and more from Kelly Sullivan Walden Pre order Dreamifesting by Kelly Sullivan Walden Find Kelly on YouTube Facebook Instagram Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Has a sporting event ever produced more drama than the 2025 Masters? Has any network ever displayed it better than CBS? No and no, say the Clevelands, who also opine on the sad case of former Tennessee quarterback Nico Iamaleava, Mississippi's college baseball teams, and what the Saints should do at quarterback.
We have a great episode this week as we take a look at the recent Shudder release, THE RULE OF JENNY PEN (2024)! We'll also talk about some extreme horror literature, give another podcast shoutout, and hear all about Tim's terrifying TUBI TRAP!
Steiny & Guru are excited about Golden State and their prospects, but wonder how high the TEAM is sitting?
Basking in God's Sunshine: Living in Divine Warmth and LightIn this uplifting episode, we explore what it truly means to bask in God's sunshine—not just physically, but spiritually. We'll talk about walking in divine favor, embracing joy, and seeing the light of God's love even in challenging times. Whether you're going through a storm or sitting in stillness, God's light is always shining. Listen in for scripture, wisdom, and stories that remind you: the sun still rises, and God still shines.Share, like, and follow this Vivalife SPF ME podcast on Spotify/amazon/google platformsVivaLife SPF ME • A podcast on Spotify for PodcastersSubscribe to our YouTube: https://youtube.com/@vivalifehealthhub8261?si=zLFMLAZ126ss6qyOClick the link below to join our mailing list, events, and experienceshttps://vivalifespfme.com/dr-kelly-o-md-linktreeBook Dr. Kelly O. MD: https://vivalifespfme.com/speakerBuy your journal: https://vivalifespfme.myshopify.com/products/vivalife-spf-me-journal youtube.com
Ohio State's spring practice on Wednesday is open to the media and Bucknuts will be there in full force. Also, after practice, the media will interview the quarterbacks and running backs. Let's get it all started on the Wednesday 5ish with Dave Biddle flying solo and answering your questions. And yes, it's still less than two months since Ohio State won the national championship. Are you #StillBasking? Good, good. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices
The gang talks about Cody's wedding with the man of the hour, then does its first full set of 20 Questions. Also, Chris goes too easy on the group, Cody nearly loses it beforehand, Dave appears halfway through the show, and Shaun goes for a consulting role.
Matthew 5:3-10 Seeking The Kingdom - A study of Matthew's GospelSupport The Journey
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After being internet friends for years, Mina Elias, founder of Trivium, finally joins Michael on the show to share his thorough analysis of how to conduct an Amazon PPC campaign audit, including what timeframes to consider, what strategies to use when fixing underperforming campaigns, and what step-by-step actions to prioritize when identifying profitable search terms, and more. It's a jam-packed episode, and you'll want to take notes! Enjoy!This episode is a rerelease of one of our most popular episodes. Please note the resources and link section for any relevant updates.We'll see you in The PPC Den!Disclaimer: In this episode, Michael says the Ad Badger Apps optimizes almost 2 million bids a day, but as of this publishing date, we actually optimize nearly 3 million bids per day.
Full Show: Ike, Spike and Fritz are asking Eagles fans if they are still basking in the glory of the Super Bowl or if they are ready to begin discussing the offseason and next year. Plus, Jordan Mailata and Brian Baldinger join the show to discuss the Birds second Super Bowl title.
It's BTA Friday on the BM5 as JBook drops by for his usual visit. Are you still basking in the national championship glow? Good. You are invited to the show. JBook and Dave Biddle talk about what Ryan Day might do in terms of hiring a new defensive coordinator and much more on the Friday 5ish. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices
What do the Louisville Slugger, Chattanooga Choo Choo, and Allman Brothers Band all have in common? They're part of the rich fabric of the Southern United States that we'll explore in this episode of Traveling with AAA. Today, host Angie Orth welcomes Caroline Eubanks, author of This Is My South: The Essential Travel Guide to the Southern States. She is a seasoned travel writer who has covered the South (and beyond) for publications such as Travel + Leisure, Condé Nast Traveler, National Geographic, Southern Living, Westways, and AAA Explorer. You'll hear about the best places to visit and what to eat in Louisville, Kentucky; Chattanooga, Tennessee; and Macon, Georgia. We'll explore Derby City's famed horse race track and its iconic tasting trail. You'll hear about the Scenic City's famous train depot and its most delicious dessert. You'll also discover where to find Civil War history and Southern rock ‘n' roll in the heart of Georgia. What You'll Learn:(2:47) The Kentucky Derby experience (4:12) Basking in Bourbon in downtown Louisville (10:20) The quaint Tennessee city with something for everyone(15:27) A must-eat sweet treat in Chattanooga(15:59) Where music, nature, and culture meetConnect with Caroline Eubanks:https://carolineeubanks.com/InstagramXConnect with AAA:Book travel: https://aaa-text.co/travelingwithaaa LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/aaa-auto-club-enterprisesInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/AAAAutoClubEnterprisesFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/AAAAutoClubEnterprises
We are still basking in the glow of Ohio State's national championship and that will likely be how we feel for quite some time. What a magical run it was for the Buckeyes, culminating with the 34-23 win over Notre Dame in the national title game on Monday. On today's show, Dave Biddle flies solo and looks back at the national championship, takes a quick look-ahead to next season's team, and answers questions from the live audience. That is coming your way on the Wednesday 5ish. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices
Phil and Skyler return to the land of dinosaurs to talk the Jaws of Itzl. Basking in the heat of a lovely new Seraphon release, they talk what it's like to run these new big boys on the block (and their friendly snakes) now that there's some reps under the belt. Battle Mallet's Deck Library Spent Glory's 2024 in review Spent Glory: How to be a more courteous opponent R77's statistics project You can support us on Patreon Come chat on our discord You're in the jungle baby, you're gonna die
Basking in the orange glow? Check. Basking in Monday's addition of three transfers? Check. Starting today's show without Bill Kurelic because he's reporting on another offensive line transfer joining the fold LIVE? Check. Quite a few days we've had, huh? The Dean and Mark Porter are here to sort through all of it and it's quite enjoyable. Holiday love is everywhere! Spend 5ish with us this a.m., 'Nutters! To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices
Basking in the glory of 2, yes 2 home wins in 3 days, Paul Simon and Steve reflect on Norwich and Oxford, wonder whether we've ever played 3 teams in yellow home shirts on a row before, and look forward to a trip to Ashton Gate on Saturday. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Here's the story Tyler was talking about: https://www.goal.com/mundial/how-it-feels-to-beat-lionel-messi-atlanta-united/ More Atlanta United coverage: https://www.scarvesandspikes.com Follow the show on X: https://www.x.com/scarvesnspikes Support us via Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/scarvesandspikes One 17s Tier: AJW, Ben Brodsky, Brandon DeSantiago, Carrie Larrison, Dave Coustan, Doug, Jason Russell, Jeffrey Goldenstein, Jim, Joe L., John Weaver, Jois, Josh, Josh Adams, Josiah Marsh, Lindsey Cooke, Mark, Nick Hussey, Paul Cropley, Pete Forsstrom, Rob, Robpar, Ryan T. Larsen, Shiv612 Producers (High Five Tier): Bates M. Nunamaker, David O'Banion, Dustin Harper, Ellen, Emilio Corsi, Grey Gowder, Mike B., Hunter Gwin, Jason Moss, Jason Nix, Jay, Jay Cooper, Joseph Alonso, Justin Rodney Flournoy, Kallebe Gerais, Karen Clement, Kevin Brabant, Kevin S., Matthew Basford, Melinda W., Milan Turner, Nolan Smith, Renn, Scott McFarland, Sonny, Trey Exec. Producers (Club Level tier): AtlUtd711, Bo McAlister, Bonny Moore, Brian Diefenbach, Brian Walker, Bruno Cubas Garcia, Col. Ernest Rogers, Dilan Manatunga, DMTim, Emad Hasan, Llammaramma, Jason Kay, Josh Lieberman, Matt Babcock, Nyle Farooqui, Patrick Delaney, Robert Kauffman, Sonny Hatcher, Wes Lambert
Winston Churchill once said "most men stumble across the truth from time to time, and then get up, brush themselves off, and carry on as if nothing happened". This week, Michael shares the surprising power of taking the time to truly basking in the truths and good feelings that overtake us from time to time in the midst of the apparent urgency of our daily life.
I explicitly disavow everything said by my guests during this interview. Today I'm joined by Robbie the Fire and NDS, strap in. Robbie's new special: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-XIqHdHyq9w&lc=Ugy-3WvuslOIfJyxl8p4AaABAg Follow them here: https://x.com/RobbieTheFire https://x.com/TopLobsta https://x.com/DavidLCorbo Today's show was brought to you by Monetary Metals. https://monetary-metals.com/lockdown/ to learn more. go to www.joincrowdhealth.com/ and use promo code LOCKDOWN at sign-up to get your first 3 months at just $99/per month Running low, go to Fenix! https://fenixammo.com/ Check out my show over on Fountain: https://www.fountain.fm/show/nUTYcMtl4yMuoKHljZWu Become a supporting member of Liberty Lockdown here!: https://libertylockdown.locals.com/ This is where I do monthly AMA's for supporting members only Super valuable stuff! Twitter: https://twitter.com/LibertyLockPod Pickup LL shirts over at https://www.toplobsta.com/products/ll-lakers?_pos=5&_sid=e7319ba4a&_ss=r&variant=40668064186434 NEW DESIGNS JUST DROPPED All links: https://www.libertylockdownpodcast.com/ Linktree: https://linktr.ee/libertylockdown As always, if you leave a five star review on Apple Podcasts with your social media handle I'll read it on next weeks show (audio version only)! Love you long time Liberty Lockdown presents a variety of opinions, sometimes opposing and controversial. They are not representative of the host of the podcast. Guests are encouraged to express their opinions in a safe and equitable environment.
In this episode, Chris and Matt open the lid on Matt's adventures in America. Basking in the land of the free, Matt is forced to consider YouTube dynamics, indulgent podcast conversations, potential Russian influence campaigns, and the environmental toxins that sound him.We will return soon with another SM election special and a better mic for Matt!Content00:00 Introduction03:20 Matt's American Insights10:41 Flint Dibble, Graham Hancock & a silly racist19:21 YouTube & Audience Capture with Andrew Gold27:35 Justin Trudeau accuses Jordan Peterson of being Russian Funded34:29 Bernie Sanders & Lex Fridman: What's the point?47:24 Huberman's Latest PSA52:20 Environmental Toxins and Modern Health Concerns58:58 OutroThe full episode is available for Patreon subscribers (1hr 3 mins).Join us at: https://www.patreon.com/DecodingTheGurusLinksExpress article on Hancock's work being used by racistsNational Post article on Peterson's response to Trudeau's accusationsHuberman's Twitter PSA on microplasticsBernie Sanders Interview | Lex Fridman Podcast #450
Connor and Dylan are joined by James Scully (Oh, Mary!, Fire Island). Welcome to a brand new episode of DRAMA. The twins and James become fast friends, some might even say sisters, as James tunes in from his dressing room at the Lyceum Theatre. Basking in bisexual lighting, this Broadway star spills on his role as Mary's Teacher in Oh, Mary! James gushes over the brilliance of Cole Escola, his character's pants giving Fiyero's a run for its money, and the stars that have taken in this hysterical romp, including RuPaul, Julia Murney, and Rita Moreno. But first, it truly all began with James' star turn as a Porcupine in a Christmas pageant. He takes us through his iconic list of Ring of Keys moments, ranging from cast albums to Emma Thompson to Stanley Tucci and beyond. James is a sweet and humble boy who gives flowers throughout, especially to his brilliant partner Julio Torres. We cover his time filming “You” with Penn Badgley, Fire Island with his Oh, Mary! co-star Conrad Ricamora, and the Broadway rumor mill. In this episode, the boys pay special tribute to their hero, Gavin Creel, reflecting on his beautiful impact on them and the world. We had such a blast kiki-ing and laughing with James when the three of us really needed it, and maybe you will too. Go see him shine in Oh, Mary!Follow James on InstagramFollow DRAMA. on Twitter & Instagram & TiktokFollow Connor MacDowell on Twitter & InstagramFollow Dylan MacDowell on Twitter & InstagramSubscribe to our show on iHeartRadio Broadway!Support the podcast by subscribing to DRAMA+, which also includes bonus episodes, Instagram Close Friends content, and more!
How would you define a “good” life? Is it being married with kids? Traveling with friends? Basking in fame and fortune? The Harvard Study on Adult Development has spent nearly 90 years examining what makes people happy and healthy over a lifetime. The director of the study, Dr. Robert Waldinger, has shared the findings in his book, “The Good Life: Lessons from the Longest Scientific Study on Happiness.” He tells Dr. Sanjay Gupta why no one should expect to be happy all the time, and how men and women measure happiness differently. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
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