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The Time Riders: Part 3 What happens when you mix clock-block with priapism? Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Ain't Nobody Got Time For That Shit! Mark and Becky sat in the small cottage, looking around in wonder. They were still in Seventeenth Century France, but found themselves surrounded by technologies that they hadn't even heard of. The walls were lined with clocks, some of which were mechanical, some seemed to be digital or binary, while others told time in ways they couldn't fathom. Sitting across from them at the stout, round oaken table, Chester Edgerton smoked a pipe and observed them casually. "How; how can you have this all out on display?" Mark asked, still gaping. "I mean, isn't it against the rules to have this sort of tech from the future lying around where the locals might bump into it?" "That's the beauty of it, my' boy," he said cheerfully, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "They can't see it." "Well, I get it if you try to restrict entry to your house," Mark pressed, wanting to understand. "But what if you're gone and bandits break in? Becks and I can account for banditry in this day and age, for sure." "Mayhap," the man replied. "But I brought you through the door that leads to my actual house. The front door, the one the local peasantry sees, leads into a simple cottage, typical of the period, and owned by a pudgy man of indeterminate nationality." "Your; house is in two places at once?" Mark asked, trying to understand. "No, it's the same place," Chester answered simply. "Two different times, however. We're sitting in my actual abode, Twenty-First Century." Mark shook his head. "That's some weird Tardis shit right there." "Only at first." Chester allowed. "I notice you have all your windows shut," Becky remarked. "You said we're in the Twenty-First Century, but I take from further ahead than Mark and I are from, so you're not showing us?" "Clever girl," mused the man, smiling. "While I won't absolutely stop you from looking or even going outside, I would warn you that if you do and see something you don't like, you're committing yourself to that future, no matter how hard you try to undo it." "We'll stay put then," she said readily. "You were kind enough to bring us here and sort of explain how we might acquire goods in the time stream?" He nodded. "I know it might seem counter-intuitive, but the simple fact of the matter is that if people are going to insist on time travelling, the least they can do is be well-prepared for it so they don't hurt themselves or others." He leaned forward. "The first question you need to ask yourself is, why are you so intent on time-travelling to begin with? Is it simple curiosity? Are you planning to make a living somehow? Are you just trying to get laid?" He looked at Mark during this last question and the young man blushed, while Becky giggled and patted his hand. "Mark was a dud in Physics in his last year of high school," she explained. "Come to think of it, he was in little or no danger of getting into any post-secondary education facility." "Thanks." Mark muttered. "But, then he found his time machine, something called a Holmes Field Device, and he resolved to go back in time a few months and convince me to give him an A in Physics with the promise of earth-shaking sex." "This story sounds worse every time I hear it." Mark complained. "Fortunately, I acquiesced, rather than disemboweling him for breaking into my home, and not only did we become lovers, but now we're adventuring the time stream together." "Hmm, a teacher and a student, eh?" mused the man, smiling at them as he smoked. "Teachers and students are plentiful, of course, but they're usually from the far, far future and on very strictly-controlled excursions into the past. Hands-on history classes, if you will." "That makes history sound kinda fun." Mark said. "Oh, I daresay it is," agreed Chester. "Nothing quite as exciting as going back to the Cretaceous Period and taking a ride on the back of a trained Styracosaurus. Or watching Dromer races." "Isn't that screwing with the timeline?" Becky inquired. "I mean, humans weren't around for another sixty-three million years following the demise of the dinosaurs." "It's all very carefully regulated on remote islands," Chester explained. "It does nothing to mess with the ecosystem and the specimens are trained to interact with humans, for the most part." "Riding one of those big horned dinosaurs would be a kick." Mark mused, grinning. "You've already got a perfectly good horn I like to ride," Becky giggled, squeezing his hand again. "Besides, this is where our host tells us that it won't be possible for us any time soon." "You're a very perceptive young lady," he allowed. "We can't have just anyone mucking up the time stream, you know. It's especially difficult when people who lived before time travel was commonly accepted try to get involved. They inevitably get exposed to technologies they shouldn't be aware of, or events that weren't known during their own time;” "I'll give you a tiny example," he said, leaning forward now, as if he was confiding a secret. "Have you heard of the Tunguska Incident?" "Sure, the Tunguska region in Siberia, 1908," Becky answered, nodding. "A large meteor slammed into the ground, creating a blast equal to sixty megatons and flattening everything for nearly a hundred miles around." "No, that's what you need to think," he corrected, pointing the stem of his pipe toward them. "It was, in fact, an advanced weapon that was stolen from a future date, and before temporal agents could recover it, the thieves blew it up to cover their escape. Granted, there are people in your time who have conspiracy theories about nuclear blast, nearly forty years before the first atomic tests, but they're wrong as well. It wasn't a nuclear device, simply a weapon with an incredibly high conventional yield by your age's standards." "So; why can you tell us this now?" Becky asked. He grinned and spread out his arms in a gesture of farce. "Who would believe you?" "So how did you know that we were time travelers?" Mark asked as they followed their host and guide through the woods. "Well, I heard snippets of your conversation," Chester said as he led the way. "But to be honest, even though your outfits might pass with locals for 'reasonably authentic', you couldn't possibly hide your origins from a fellow time-traveler. Mark claimed to be Spanish, he doesn't look at all Spanish, certainly not from this era. Miss Rebecca is remarkably tall for a woman." "Well there's something I don't hear very often back home!" she giggled. "And you're both in strangely good health, with unblemished skin and full heads of hair," Chester added. "I was relatively certain, and then I heard you discussing your relative inexperience, so I sought to introduce myself." "I'd' have thought that you wouldn't introduce yourself to newbies," Mark stated, helping Becky over a log. "Isn't it safer to keep your chatter to people who know what they're doing?" "It's actually the exact opposite," replied Chester. "The best thing you can do around veteran time travelers you don't need to talk to is to not talk to them. Their timelines are probably very intricate and you don't want yours getting snarled up with them. Newbies, as you call them, probably still have linear experiences that are simple to understand and educating them about what awaits is the simplest way to keep things from getting weird." Getting up to leave the cottage, Mark asked; "So this device the time cops gave me," Mark stated, holding up his chronometer. "It's actually pretty useful then, because it warns me when I'm getting too close to myself or something I've affected." "That was very generous of them," Chester said in a serious tone. "They don't do that for just everyone who shows up suddenly in the time stream. Sometimes they let matters work themselves out, if you know what I mean." Chester's Forest Farewell.  The meadow they stepped into, had a mature lush forest further back. They reached a small clearing in the forest they'd been tromping through and stopped for a bit, sitting on a fallen tree trunk. Chester looked at them both and slapped his hands on his thighs. "Now then, I've brought you here so that you can witness a casual event that is due to happen just outside the woods. Nothing major, but it will give you a taste of what can await you. I have something to attend to and should be back in a few hours. Just stay out of sight and don't leave the tree line." "You're leaving?" Mark protested. Chester turned to look at him. "It might be that the events you will see unfold work better for me if I am nowhere near them," the man replied. "Fear not, I shall return. Enjoy yourselves." And then he walked into the woods and was gone. Mark looked around and finally sighed. "Helluva way to mentor someone," he muttered as he stood to take in a panoramic context. "Take 'em somewhere and then just fuck off? Nice." "He's not your mentor, Mark," Becky chided, sitting on a log and smiling at him. "He's a fellow time traveler who is doing you a favor. He's given you plenty of valuable information free of charge already, something I doubt he does frequently." "Well, okay," Mark allowed. "So, we just wait until we see something happen?" "No idea when that'll be, he didn't really tell us, did he?" Becky pointed out. "Yup," Mark sighed. "So, now what?" Becky tilted her head slightly as she looked at him, like there was something wrong with his brain. "Here's an idea. How about you come over here and fuck me?" Mark was so determined to be bent out of shape for having no instructions that he'd overlooked the completely obvious. He laughed and stepped forward, pulling Becky to her feet. They were holding their hands between them and staring into one another's eyes, smiling. "Now this is what time travel is all about," she purred, her eyes shining with delight. "You're going to fuck me in the woods in Louis the Sun King's France, Mark. For all we know, this is some sort of royal ground and we're trespassing. How many people can say they've done that?" "Just the lucky ones;” he replied, beginning to unfasten the clasps on her dress, freeing her chest from its confines. As the dress fell away, she was left standing on in a low-cut, blouse-like shirt and some panties, having chosen to forego the usual layers of buntlings and knickers. She bit her lip as he pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her glorious tits. Kneeling now, he slowly slid her panties down, feeling a thrill as her hairless, smooth cunt came into view. She stepped out of the tiny thong panties, letting him drink in the sight of her. Yes, he'd been with her for over a week now in France, but he never tired of seeing her beautiful body. "Your turn now, my lord." Becky whispered as she began removing his clothing, peeling away the layers until he was as naked as herself. She stood up again and moved close, her nipples gently kissing against his chest. Unable to hold back any more, Mark pulled his teacher to him and kissed her deeply, making Becky moan into his mouth. Their hands wandered over one another's now-familiar forms, seeking to stimulate, tease and pleasure. His hands found her pert ass cheeks and he squeezed them, causing her to moan again. "Hmm, can't wait to get some grass stains on this dress," she murmured, looking up into his eyes. "And maybe a few on my knees." She slowly knelt in front of Mark, kissing and nipping at his skin on the way down. His swelling phallus was in front of her face now and she licked her lips hungrily before taking gentle hold and kissing it. Mark closed his eyes and shivered, loving the feel of her lips on him. Everything about his teacher was incredible. He was just sorry it had taken so long to realize it. Becky now had the head of his cock inside her warm, wet mouth, swirling her tongue around flicking the tip of her tongue against him. She giggled as his rod throbbed and grew longer and harder. She loved how turned on he could get by her, it made her feel so primal and sexual. She then slid her mouth a little further down his shaft before pulling back, shivering in delight at the sight of his glistening skin. Mark's fingers were in her hair and flexing gently as she began to bob back and forth, taking more and more of him into her mouth. She hummed lightly, vibrating her lips around him and making him groan. Her hand rested on the shaft, pumping as it followed her lips, making a gentle twisting motion on the sensitive skin. Becky loved sucking cock, and Mark's was ridiculously perfect for her, in just about every possible way. She hoped that wouldn't be a problem down the road. She took gentle hold of his hips with both hands and moved back and forth along his shaft, breathing through her nose as she deep-throated him. Mark groaned in pleasure, his fingers flexing into her scalp and tugging her hair. She looked up at him, maintaining eye contact, which she knew he found so erotic. She could feel his skin growing warm and knew now was the time to stop and change things up if she intended to have his cock inside her. There was indeed one good thing about them being out of sync, with her current self three months behind him; they already knew she wasn't pregnant in his current timeline, so he could cum deep inside her as much as they liked. She pulled her mouth off his with a wet 'pop!' and smiling seductively. "I'm thinking maybe my girl wants to say hello too;” she purred. Mark nodded and spread out her dress before lying down on it, his rock-hard cock standing straight up and throbbing. Becky crawled over him, straddling his face, her creamy, wet cunt mere inches from his mouth. She faced down his body, giggling and he snaked his tongue out to taste her, but she kept her prize just out of reach. "So that's how it is, eh?" he said from below her before suddenly wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling down on them and causing her to lurch unexpectedly (for her) onto his eager mouth. Becky shuddered and moaned loudly as his tongue snaked along and massaged her nether lips, before flickering against her throbbing clit to make her gasp and almost double over. "No fair;” she panted, trying to regain control of herself, but Mark seemed inclined to cheat. He kept her pinned to him, leaving her to squirm helplessly above him while he lashed her with his tongue. "Uh, you bastard; yes, right there; Oh, God, Mark;” Her pleas exhorted him to even greater measures. He was determined to make her cum on his mouth at least once before they fucked. And he seemed to be pretty damned good at making her cum with oral sex, he had to say. Becky squirmed on top of him, playing wither tits, pinching and pulling on her pink nipples, her eyes squeezed shut, because it almost felt too good if she was looking at him. His eager tongue snaked deep inside her hungry cunt, making her wetter still. He had this maddening technique where he formed shapes or letters inside her with his tongue, reaching almost every nook and cranny of her. She whimpered, knowing he intended to make her cum and she was more than happy to oblige. She leaned forward while sitting on his face, reaching out to his twitching cock, caressing and massaging it gently; she didn't want him to cum, she just wanted to keep him stimulated. She felt the thrill of anticipation, knowing it would soon be inside her, pumping in and out, throbbing and finally releasing his creamy essence into her, something she accepted gladly because of the temporal mechanics between them. Mark sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it around and making her shudder, groaning deeply as something started to build within her. She pushed down onto his face with her hips, grinding eagerly, while her clit throbbed. Then her released it and pushed his tongue deep inside her again, probing and lashing her until she was writhing and panting heavily. "Oh, God, Mark;” she gasped, sweat streaming from her sensual form. "Oh, fuck, yes, please; Uh, so close, baby;” He pushed into her as hard as he could and she jerked and squeaked arching her back. Her whole frame was wracked with pleasure as she cried out loudly, the orgasm crashing through her until she almost couldn't breathe. She shook violently, her eyes rolling into her head before she collapsed on top of him, her body limp and her chest heaving. Her limbs felt like tingling lead, but she managed to lift one to find his cock, determined to keep him hard until she had recovered. She stroked him gently while he kissed at her gooey nether lips, his face glistening with her cum. Fortunately, Becky was insatiable and recovered quickly, slowly rising and then sidling forward down his body so she could look back at him and smirk. "How about it, big boy?" she asked coyly. "You ready for the main event?" Mark grinned and nodded while she slithered down his body, finally hovering over his hips while facing his feet. She took hold of his throbbing cock and teased it against her slippery entrance before sinking down, making them both sigh in relief. "Hallelujah;” she moaned as he bottomed out inside her, filling her completely. "Oh, that's exactly what the doctor ordered." Mark nodded and took hold of her silken, pert ass cheeks and gripped them firmly, making his teacher purr. Becky loved having her ass played with, and while she began to sink up and down slowly on his cock, he massaged the peach-like orbs, eliciting moans from her when he spread them wide, giving her a delicious stretch. "Hmm, get me nice and ready back there," she cooed as she moved up and down on him. "Because once you're done in my cunt, I want you in my ass and I want to feel your cum in it." Mark nodded eagerly, because he loved fucking Becky's ass. Her cunt was incredibly tight, but even that couldn't match her exquisite back passage, which gripped him so strongly and always made him cum so hard he thought he might faint. His fingers teased against her little puckered, pink knot, sending the most divine tingles through her luscious body. Becky undulated on him, picking up the pace and counting on Mark to control himself until her was in her ass. She bit her lower lip, working herself on that thick, throbbing tool, pulling up until it was almost out of her and then sinking back down in one long stroke, filling her completely. Her heart was strumming in her chest as she thrilled to the notion of the oncoming climax. She was hissing now, struggling to hold on just a few seconds longer, to draw out this wonderful pleasure for them both. But then she felt the point of no return and willingly stepped over it, moaning loudly as her cunt fluttered and she began to cum, hard. She wailed and rocked on her lover, bathing his middle with her excitement. Her head lolled for several seconds as she came down from her orgasm, but she remembered that she still had Mark inside her and needed him, promised him, that he would be cumming in her ass. Slowly, lethargically, she raised herself until his cock fell out of her, still rock-hard and yearning for more. For such a young man, he had exceptional control. She inched forward, until she felt his pulsing head teasing against her notch. She reached underneath herself and took hold of the shaft, holding him steady while she pressed down, slowly but surely. She heard him groan as the head popped through her tight ring suddenly and then he was sliding inside her. It was Heaven. She sat still for several seconds, just reveling in the feel of him filling her ass. She felt the need to be sensual, and she leaned backward, until she was resting her back on his torso, her head next to his. But her knees were still bent and she groaned like she was going to burst, the angle of his penetration in this position more than she could bear. Whispering for him to wait patiently, she slowly, sinuously slid her legs out from beneath herself and straightened them, relaxing in pleasure as they rested on Mark's thighs. "Sorry, that would've downright killed me right now," she whispered to him, her glassy, heavily-lidded eyes looking into his. "And I wanted to be down her to kiss you and let you fondle me as you fucked me and came in me." "Sounds like a plan," he agreed readily, his strong, but gentle hands coming up to rest on her opulent tits. Her began caressing and massaging them in circles while Becky started moving her ass on top of his cock, squeezing him inside her tight confines. "God, I love your ass, Becky." "Umm, it loves your cock, Mark," she purred, undulating on him, the throb of his tool being felt through her whole body like another heartbeat. "You always make me cum so hard;” They squirmed and ground together, with Mark tilting his hips up to push inside her while Becky squeezed him, the lovers shuddering as they kissed feverishly. His hands were squeezing her tits now, pinching and pulling on the nipples again to make her groan with the delicious sting. But Mark felt his climax approach and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was pumping his cum inside her. Becky moaned into his mouth as she felt his cock swelling and twitching erratically, a sure sign he was about to cum. She squeezed him tighter, feeling the buildup inside herself, yearning to share that unreal ecstasy. The groaned into one another mouths at first, but then the kiss was broken as they panted, fighting for air, their voices carrying around the woods they were in. He pushed up hard inside her, pulling down on her tits while she squeezed with all her might, his cum almost searing hot inside her, filling her up. Mark went limp, breathing heavily and clearly spent, not that he minded. Becky could barely move, bound in ropes of silken bliss that kissed every nerve in her body. Her own heartbeat plus the relentless throb of Mark's rigid cock, still oozing inside her, almost meant she didn't know how to center herself. But they relaxed together finally, kissing gently, eyes closed while they clasped hand on top of her tits. Tongues softly tangled, tasting one another while they let their rapture slowly ebb. Minutes passed and they lay silently, waiting for Mark's cock to soften so Becky could sit up. Finally, she giggled, squeezing his hands. "Feels like somebody doesn't wanna go to sleep," she said cutely, wiggling her ass on him, feeling her ass refusing to relinquish its hard-earned prize. "What're we gonna do?" "Iono," he said drowsily. "We just wait, I guess. If I try to have another orgasm right now, I'm pretty sure he'd just spontaneously combust inside you." "Alas, poor cock," she cooed, stroking his cheek. "I guess we happily wait, then." They closed their eyes and relaxed, waiting for Mark's erection to subside so that they could get up without difficulty. Their hands remained at rest on her tits while they nuzzled their cheeks together. Then there was a 'click!' sound. Arrest in Flagrante delicto. Becky's eyes snapped open and she goggled up at a man dressed in rather colorful and opulent period clothing, staring down at them as he pointed a flintlock rifle at their face. Looking around, she now saw they were surrounded by men carrying pikes and muskets, all of whom stared at the naked couple with varying level of interest. The man directly over them moved his musket muzzle, indicating they should sit up. Mark's eyes were open by now and he glanced around in confusion as well, clearly not understanding what had happened. The man's eyes narrowed and he moved the musket muzzle again. Becky, sensing the danger they were suddenly in, tried to move, but shivered; she was still impaled on Mark's solid cock, which had shown no signs of softening and kept her pinned against him. She couldn't get up. "Great time to develop priapism, Mark;” she said sourly. "Maybe Louis the Sun King's France just isn't for us after all," Mark sighed as he hiked along behind Becky, who had been stuffed hurriedly back into her dress while he was allowed to put on his breeches again. Neither of them even had shoes on as they followed the soldiers. Their hands were tied behind their backs. "This is twice now that we've;“ "I know, Mark, I was there," Becky said somewhat tersely, wondering if Chester Edgeworth was now someone she had to add to her shit list. She hated adding names to the shit list. "I guess we were so busy fucking that the event our host meant for us to witness has found us." "Tais-tois!" one of the men guarding them said as he walked nearby with a musket. "Vou ne pouvez-pas parler!" Becky scowled at the man and continued trudging. She wasn't really embarrassed about being caught fucking, it wasn't the first time it had happened to them here in France. But at least this lot had the decency to let her have an orgasm first before taking them prisoner. She couldn't even enjoy the grass stains on her clothes! They had exited the woods and were now tromping through a field, heading toward a much larger cluster of soldiers. Mark couldn't help but notice that a lot of them were wearing red. "Shit;” Becky muttered as she saw them as well. "That's all we need." "Huh?" Mark asked, but he was silenced when a soldier shoved him roughly from behind with his musket, indicating he was to stay quiet. They approached the encampment and Mark soon realized there were several hundred soldiers. The tents were spread out around one rather illustrious red tent of grand size. He then saw a cluster of cavaliers milling about and they seemed to be headed in that direction. Soldiers stared at them as they entered the perimeter of the camp, usually at Becky. Mark and Becky found themselves hauled in front of the cavaliers, who parted, making way for a single man on horseback. He was at least middle-aged, with a somewhat grey pallor to his skin and thin, hawk-like features. His expression was a rather lemony one, as if he felt inconvenienced by this entire incident. For all that, though, his dark eyes glinted with intelligence. He was wearing the flowing red habits of a high-ranking member of the Catholic church, although he had a burnished breastplate on his chest as well. "You stand in the presence of his Eminence, the Cardinal Richelieu," announced the captain of the troops that had taken them prisoner. Mark's eyes went wide. He didn't speak French, but he'd seen enough Three Musketeers movie reboots to know who Cardinal Richelieu was and exactly what sort of deep shit they were suddenly in. "Show respect!" Becky dropped to one knee and bowed her head, looking at the ground. Mark rapidly followed suit, since she probably had a better grasp of the situation than he did. He could feel everyone's eyes and on them and it was beginning to weigh heavily, like a yoke around his neck. His face flushed, but he said nothing. "Who are these persons?" the cardinal asked finally. "Your names, my children." "My name is Rebecca, your Eminence," Becky said humbly, still not looking up. "And you, good sir?" the Cardinal asked, looking over at Mark now. "M; me llamo Marco del strade, tu Eminencia." Mark stammered. "A Spaniard," mused the Cardinal, pursing his lips. "In the presence of a peasant girl. And you both have unusual accents, I admit." "Your Eminence," said one of the captains, looking at them suspiciously. "This man, why is he here traipsing about Champagne like this? With this peasant girl? We found them in the woods, doing unspeakable carnal acts to one another." The Cardinal's eyebrow arched and he looked on in seeming distaste. "You don't say." "Very likely he is a spy for King Phillip, your Eminence!" said the captain, almost sneering. "No, your Eminence," Becky said suddenly, her voice full of concern. "I assure you, he is no spy!" Mark hadn't heard or understood everything the Frenchmen were saying to one another, but he understood 'espion' and his teacher's reaction indicated that he was in some kind of trouble. Go figure. "And what grounds can you give me to believe you, child?" the Cardinal asked with feigned interest. "Please," she begged, her head still bowed. "You have my utmost assurances he is no spy, he's an idiot!" This made the men around them laugh and even Richelieu grunted in amusement. "Both of you rise." Mark saw Becky get to her feet and he did the same. All around them, men with pikes and muskets were watching them warily, some of them levelling weapons at the pair. Clearly they took the Cardinal's safety seriously. Richelieu observed them with interest. "The girl is very unusual," he mused. "Tall, very healthy and very beautiful. Very, very beautiful. I know only one other of such unmatched attractiveness." Mark wasn't sure where this was going, but he doubted it was good. The Cardinal's interest in him was waning. "And yet you say you found her acting in a most carnal and un-ladylike manner in the woods, hmm?" Richelieu continued. "Well, it certainly won't do for her to be out here alone in the countryside, rutting like a nymph, would it? Perhaps her majesty could make use of the girl, once we fix her atrocious accent." "My what?" Becky snapped, looking offended now. "Put her in the cart, we'll bring her to the capital, with regards to the Queen." Richelieu declared, turning his horse about and riding off. Men began to try and wrangle Becky into one of the carts, many of them laughing and leering as they took the opportunity to grope her. Gut shot. "Hey, stop that!" Mark said angrily, surging forward, but he suddenly found himself confronted by a captain, who stared at him impassively. There was a sudden and frightfully loud 'crack!' sound and Mark halted suddenly, his eyes wide. Becky's head snapped around at the noise and her eyes went wide. Blinking, Mark slowly looked down and saw there was a very red puncture hole in his abdomen. Sounds slowed down, taking on an almost syrupy quality and he started to feel confused. Becky screamed and tried to force her way to him, but she was being hustled away by many guards. The man who had shot him wandered off, sliding his flintlock pistol back into a holster, clearly no longer caring about Mark. Everyone seemed to be wandering off now. He felt cold, and vaguely nauseous. The ugly red wound in his stomach pulsed, blood welling from it slowly. He felt himself toppling over, white light bathing the field around him. He could still see things, but they seemed distant. He tried to focus on something, finally identifying Becky's voice as she screamed for him. He could just make out the soldiers wrestling her into a cart while she struggled and kicked savagely, her face contorted in rage. "I'll Get You For This, Richelieu!" she roared as Mark's world was absorbed by the soft white light. "You Just Made The Shit List Of High Doom!! See If I Ever Dance A Sarabande For You, Pal!" Mark bolted upright suddenly, gasping. His eyes were wide and he was covered in sweat. His heart thundered in his chest and he fought to control his panic. The white light was slowly replaced by close walls of grey stone. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing. His hands bunched against sheets that were covering him. Finally, he could breathe normally and he tried to organize his thoughts. He still felt confused, everything a total jumble. "Calm yourself. Think!" He'd been fucking Becky in the woods. Apparently they were waiting for Cardinal Richelieu to go by, which he guessed passed for a historical event, seeing the man. But the Cardinal's soldiers heard the two of them and took them prisoner. Then they took Becky and Mark tried to stop them and got shot in the stomach; His eyes snapped open and he was frozen in place. He forced himself to look down at his middle, seeing that he was still covered in a sheet. His hand was trembling as he moved it slowly toward the heavy, dun-colored blanket, sweat trickling from his brow as he felt fear rise in his throat. He flung away the sheet suddenly, unable to bear not knowing. He wasn't bleeding. There was no puncture wound, only a strange, round scar about two inches in diameter. Eyes wide, he slowly lifted his head and looked around, now noticing his environs; he was indeed in a small bedroom, the curtains drawn to keep out the light and very little in the way of décor. Just a chair and a table in one corner, some other surfaces with candles spaced around the room. His bed was solid and comfortable. "Ah, there you are," Chester Edgerton said as he came through the door. "I was beginning to think you had no intentions of waking up." "Where;” Mark said somewhat feebly. "Back at my place," Chester answered, sitting down in the chair and settling in for what was no doubt going to be a long and perhaps trying conversation. "I found you lying in the middle of the field nearly a kilometer from where I'd left you and you were very close to dead." "How did I;” "You should have died," Chester continued. "But ultimately you wouldn't have, due to a time lock, I'm assuming. You weren't meant to die there in that field. Luckily for you, there are still plenty of ways to get yourself killed for doing absurd things." "Why did you leave us in the first place?" Mark asked. "I've been around Richelieu and several of his captains at various points in the time stream, and it's getting difficult to manage," Chest replied, shrugging. "Best way to deal with that issue is to simply not be present." "So why leave us there?" "To see Richelieu, of course," the man said simply. "One of history's truly great men, certainly more so than that twit of a king he serves. I was just trying to ease you into the idea of witnessing historical events. It never occurred to me that you'd be found because you made your teacher yodel like a Swiss Miss when you flagranting the delicto with her. I admit I hadn't planned for that nonsense." Mark blushed. "So, what, I wasn't meant to die here, so my body just healed itself?" Chester laughed. "Oh, no, dear boy, nothing of the sort. I came back to the woods, as promised, as when you weren't there, I began noticing the tracks of many solid shoes and boots in the vicinity. Not to mention the clothes you left behind." "Yeah, sorry, I was kinda tied up at the moment." Mark muttered. "In any event, I followed the tracks, noticed that Richelieu had broken camp and then found you. You'd been lying there for nearly three hours, you should have been dead from blood loss, but you weren't. I brought you back here, removed the ball from your stomach and then healed you." "You can do that?" Mark asked. "I thought you said you were a dealer in chroniques." "It helps to have a few irons in the fire and some hidden talents if you're going to mess around in the time stream," Chester replied. "But I was under no obligation to complicate my life and save you." "I guess I'm glad you did," Mark sighed. "Thanks. But wouldn't I have healed anyway?" "Yes, but maybe not fully," replied the enigmatic dealer. "You might've been found by some local peasants, brought back to their hovel and spent life as a weakened vegetable until you died of the Plague. People die in the past all the time, Mark, and everyone in their own era thinks they just disappeared and mourns them. It's frightfully common." "Can I; can I see the tools you used to heal me?" Mark asked hopefully. "Nope," Chester replied, shaking his head. "They're from your future by a few hundred years, the only reason I used them at all was because you were out cold." "Uh, how long was I out, anyway?" "Almost a month," Chester answered, smoothing a corner of his pencil moustache. "I had you fully healed and ready for action by the next day, to be honest, but you just refused to come to. So, I just left you to it, figuring you would wake up when you felt like it." "Oh, shit," Mark breathed, realizing something. "Where's Becky?" Chester raised his hands. "Why would I know? I wasn't there. What do you remember?" Mark tried to concentrate while Chester got up and poured a glass of water. Mark drank it thirstily and placed the glass on the table. He found himself wishing that he'd taken French instead of Spanish in school. He'd thought Spanish might be more useful, but all it did was get him shot. Fuck that. "I don't really speak French, so this is hard. Umm; they thought I was a spy because they thought I was Spanish." "Because you've been presenting yourself as Spanish while you're here," Chester mused. "In spite of your outrageous accent. France has been at war with Spain on and off for some time now." "Whatever," Mark grumbled. "They seemed really interested in Becky." "To be expected, she is quite lovely. I dare say I've only known one woman in this entire era to match her beauty." "Well, I think I heard them say 'capital', and then I think 'la reigne', which means queen, right?" "Indeed it does," Chester agreed. "My bet, then, is that your teacher has been taken by the Cardinal to be presented as a gift to her majesty, Queen Anne, to serve as one of her ladies-in-waiting." "Why would he do that?" Mark asked, frowning. "I've seen enough Three Musketeers movies to know that the Cardinal and the Queen hate each other." Chester smiled. "It's a game he plays with her. As the years go on, Anne is, sadly, getting 'a little long in the tooth', to borrow a phrase. She remains dignified and regal, but her best days are behind here, where attractiveness is concerned. Richelieu now takes great delight in surrounding her with women of magnificent beauty, seemingly a gesture of devotion, but really meant to hurt the queen's feelings." "What a dick." Mark muttered. "You have no idea," Chester said dryly. "If they got her back to the city roughly a week after she was taken, then she's been with the royal court for three." "Meaning that she's either loving life as a lady-in-waiting, or she's killed and eaten them all," Mark said heavily. "I guess I have to go get her." "I can't imagine this not being amusing," Chester said, smirking. "But out of morbid curiosity, how, exactly, will you affect this rescue?' "I dunno," Mark said, shrugging. "But I can't leave her. She'd kill me." "She probably thinks you're dead, I feel obliged to point out." Chester mentioned. "She saw you suffer a mortal wound at point-blank range. You should be dead and only an as-yet undetermined temporal snarl has kept you alive. I wouldn't count on that again if I were you." "Well I can't do nothing!" Mark insisted in frustration. Chester tilted his head, observing his guest for a moment. "Do you love this woman?" Mark blushed furiously. "I; no, I don't love her, or if I do, then I'm not in love with her. There's a difference, ya' know." "Well and truly said, Boccaccio," Chester chuckled. "Well, if there's no stopping you, then I'll see what I can do to discretely help you." "Why?" Mark queried. "I've got a friggin' time machine. All I need to do is get there, zip in and zip out." "Correct me if I am wrong," interjected his host. "But did you not tell me, early on in our association, that your current self is from three months in the future of the Miss Rebecca that I know." Mark nodded. "And you plan to add another layer of temporal travel on top of that wedding cake of disaster?" Chester mused. "Rebecca could be subtly altering the timelines in Paris now with her very presence, involuntary as it might be. Your oh-so-carefully laid plan could simply not work because of a slight temporal consideration." "So you're saying no time machine." Mark stated flatly, not impressed. "I'm saying the idea is bad. Atari Jaguar bad," Chester replied. "If you intend to do this hare-brained thing, allow me to assist you in what moderate ways I can." "What, you've got some funky tech or weapons you can loan me?" "We'll see about that, but more importantly, I guess I'll call in a favor. A certain person who moves in the circle of the royal court owes me a small boon, and I can use it to assist you. They happen to be an accomplished master of intrigue and getting out of sticky situations, with a blade if necessary." Mark's eyes lit up. "Is it D'Artagnan?" "Only if you want to get Clock-Hammered out of existence," Chester laughed, shaking his head. "Everybody wants to meet Charles de Batz, thinking they're going to see D'Artagnan of Three Musketeers fame, and then it just turns out he's a bad-tempered Gascon who loves to punch people who bother him. He's punched more time-travelers than Jesus, I'm pretty sure." Chester then went over to a drawer and rummaged around inside it, finally pulling out a yellowing envelope that was sealed with wax. "I assure you, the agent I am referring you to will be much more effective than D'Artagnan. I will send you with instructions about where in Paris to meet them and offer them this envelope. Warning, though, if they see it is opened, they will simply refuse to help and go away to where you cannot find them. Are you strong enough to keep from opening the letter?" Mark nodded. "Well, then," Chester announced, opening a bottle of wine and pouring two cups. "Shall we drink a toast to your success, o Macro del Strade of Seville?" Palace Mission. Mark was sitting on the back of a hay wagon, wondering if he could really pull this insane plan off. In addition to the letter, Chester Edgeworth had indeed furnished him with a few small devices and curious that they hopefully would help him, though it cost him almost all the rest of his money. Chester pointed out he was a businessman and didn't intend to take a loss just because some idiot created a time crisis for himself. Fair enough. Mark tried not to play with the little bud that sat deep in his ear; Chester had sold it to him, saying that it could translate languages, speaking into Mark's ear whatever he was focusing on. It could also possibly formulate phrases; if he spoke in English, it could tell him the closest translation to what he was saying. This model was old, though, and only spoke the French of this period. Chester didn't want him getting any clever ideas with a more powered-up version, since if something bad happened, it might come back on him. The reasoning initially annoyed Mark, but the more he thought about it, he reminded himself that he was here to rescue Becky. Nothing else. He thought about the conversation he'd had with their host while drinking wine and planning his initial move, heading to Paris. "So why did you begin time-travelling at all?" the man had asked. "Well, I;” Mark started saying, unsure of how to answer. "I found a time machine. Seems perfectly logical to use it." "Granted, but what's your personal motivation, Mark?" he asked. "Is it to see glorious historical events, are you a treasure hunter, a thrill-seeker who wants to run with the Dromaesaurs?" Mark blushed now. "Honest? I thought it'd be cool to have sex with women from history." To his amazement, Chester didn't laugh uproariously, he simply smiled and shrugged. "More common than you would think, especially amongst men your age, who are full of hormones. Let me ask, then; was getting laid in your own time-period difficult?" "Not really, no." "Well it's not any easier in the time stream, just so you know," Chester pointed out. "In some periods of history, it can be even harder, where religious fervor runs rampant and sexual repression is the law of the land. I assume you wouldn't go as far as to rape a girl." Mark shook his head. "Lots of men do when they find out that having sex in the past is harder than they anticipated," Chester said almost sadly, shaking his head. "You're one of the better ones. But for all that, the problem remains; getting into bed or a rug with Cleopatra is pretty much next to impossible. You might as well hope to seduce Scarlett Johansson when you're no one in particular." "Hey, I got Becky, didn't I?" Mark had protested. "Dumb luck, really, and she's a remarkable woman. Have you had sex with any women aside from Becky since you came to the Sun King's France?" He shrugged. "A few, I shared 'em with Becky." "Peasants, I assume?" "Mostly, yeah," Mark admitted. "There was one sophisto girl, but Becky did the talking and charmed the knickers off her for us." "If it weren't for Becky, you'd be completely out of your league here, boyo," Chester said simply. "And trust me, it won't get easier. Even history buffs who think they know everything get caught and pay the price. There's the history you know, the history you don't know, and the history that you don't know that you don't know." "What?" "What year did World War Two end?" Chester asked. "Simple. 1945." "So you know that. What year did the Crimean War start?" "I've heard of it, but I don't know anything about it." "Something you know that you don't know. Okay, tell me about the League of Ages Twelfth Nicean Temporal Council." "The what?" "Exactly," Chester had said emphatically, leaning forward and pointing with his wine glass to make a point. "An incredibly important historic event that you've never even heard of, but it happened all the same. Can you imagine trying to do something that conflicted with that? You wouldn't even know what clock-hammered you, or why; because only a practiced temporal traveler would be aware of the event at all. Time travel can be tedious." "It's certainly becoming less and less fun by the moment." Mark grumbled. "Probably the smartest thing you've said since you found that Holmes-Field Device," Chester agreed. "Life would be a lot easier if casual nitwits like yourself walked the other way when a time machine appeared in their path." "But don't you make a living selling to people like me?" Mark asked. "Hardly," Chester almost snorted. "Nitwits like you rarely have anything to even pay me with and usually require drastic amounts of assistance. No, my friend, the majority of my income is derived from customers who hail from the far future where time travel is an established industry and carefully regulated. Now those people are my bread and butter." "Did Becky and I really stand out?" Mark asked somewhat dully. "More and more with each passing moment," Chester answered. "You're too tall, too healthy, you have all your teeth, and your accents are absurd." Mark said nothing. "And by the way," added his host. "Those little packets of Airborne that you both carry in your pockets? The little Vitamin C boost things to ward off the sniffles? I can guarantee you that those will in no way, shape or form protect you from illnesses in this era. Only thing it'll do is turn your piss such a bright yellow that people will think you're possessed and the Inquisition will burn you." Mark ended up leaving the packets as a curio that Chester could sell to people from the future who wanted to snicker at how dumb people from the turn-of-the-millennium were. Carting to Paris. He had arranged transport to Paris with the wagon he was now on, making sure the farmer put some extra perk in his horse's step by offering him twice as many sou as was normal. The journey, which would normally take a week, with good weather, was promised to six days because of the extra money. Whatever the difference was between six-day speed and seven-day speed, Mark sure couldn't tell it. His communication with the farmer had been sluggish, certainly, mostly on his end, because he would try to say exactly what his little translator bud told him and he probably sounded like he'd had a stroke when he was speaking. The farmer laughed at his speech, but still did as he was asked. Mostly they slept at the side of the road in the piled hay, but one night they stayed in a roadside inn. Mark's funds were running out fast, even though the food he ate was paltry and rather unappetizing. He had to reach Paris. They then trundled through the town where Mark and Becky had first come to; and Mark hid himself in the straw, figuring it was best to not be seen by people whom he might be familiar with. Even if the innkeeper's two daughters would no doubt readily fuck him again. He fought the temptation to ignore Chester's instructions and simply go get his Holmes-Field Device and use it to rescue his teacher. But he disciplined himself and refrained, he was in enough trouble as it is.  Then he meditated; Known knowns. Known unknowns. Unknown unknowns. Fuck. The days and nights passed with Mark trying to keep himself from growing crazy by practicing his French and thinking of his plan. He had no idea whatsoever about what to do once he reached Paris. Get inside the royal palace? He couldn't exactly Google the plans for it, could he? "Regardez la!" the farmer said finally, calling back to Mark and pointing toward the west. As the sun was rising behind them, he could make out a sprawling sea of darkness in the distance, the silhouette of which prickled the sky. Endless plumes of smoke hung over the city as deep grey gave way to dawn behind them. He thought it might actually be pretty. And then the wind wafted over them from the west, bringing the unique scent of fabled Paris. "Jesus!" Mark croaked as he turned green, leaning over the side of the wagon and puking his guts out while the farmer roared with laughter. They entered the city. Mark wandered through the choking maze of streets, gaping at the chaos of architecture around him; houses seemed to almost be built on top of houses, to the place where some of them were leaning over almost drunkenly. The cobblestones of the road were wet and sticky with effluence, there was no way to avoid it. The stench was beyond belief. How had people ever lived like this? He had asked on repeated occasions where he could find La Rue de Grenuie, the place Chester had told him he would find the agent he'd referred to. Mark was reasonably certain most people were being helpful, even if they stared at him like he was an alien. He might as well have been, he was a head taller than just about everyone, clearly well-fed and had all his teeth. Mark had seen jack-o-lanterns with more teeth than most of the denizens of Paris' infamous streets. He took many wrong turns, because where he thought people had told him to go was often a dead end. Eventually, by divine providence, he found himself on the street he'd been asking for, evidenced by an ancient, worn rectangle of wood that said the name in faded green letters. Certain he was on the right track, he headed down the crowded street, stuffing his purse into the front of his breeches, since Chester had told him Paris was home to countless scoundrels who could remove his wealth without him even noticing. The crowds began to thin out somewhat, and the street got narrower, as if that was possible. The cobblestones were also surprisingly dry, not sticky or running with the sewage of the city behind him. Before long, it was barely wide enough to accommodate one person and he felt very uneasy about the rickety buildings that loomed over his head, almost blocking the sky. He then stopped in front of a black iron fence, pitted with age and with a chain wrapped around it. He tilted his head and unwrapped the chain, finding that the gate now swung open freely and with decidedly little noise. He stepped in, closed it behind himself and then fixed the chain back in place as best he could. He found himself walking through a tunnel, the buildings about him now made of stone. Dank and foreboding, he resisted the urge to run, not knowing what lay ahead. Eventually, he came to a small, bare courtyard. It might have been thirty feet by thirty feet and was devoid of almost all decoration. High brick and stone walls concealed it from the chaos of Paris. It was surprisingly quiet, as if the city dared not disturb the austere serenity. There was a single, grey stone bench in the middle of the courtyard. Facing away from him, clad in a great cloak, was a person, the hood thrown over their head to keep the merciless sun off them. Mark swallowed and took a deep breath before beginning to move forward. Was this Chester's agent? If he was, Mark had to be careful, because he'd been told the man was dangerous. He approached slowly, finally coming to a stop some five paces away, still facing the stranger's back. "Hello," he said faltering French. "My name is Mark. I have; sent; to you; today; for big help. I is need big help." "That you do, my friend," replied the person in a strangely lyrical voice. Then closed a small book of devotionals wwhich had clearly been studied and stood, still facing away. "That much is obvious, because your French is painful." Mark blushed in embarrassment as the translator bud told him what the person had said. Still concealed beneath their voluminous midnight-blue cloak, the mysterious person turned around and approached him. He resisted the urge to take a step back as the shrouded presence stood right in front of him. He couldn't help but notice the person was on the taller side, strange for a Parisian. Gloved hands pulled down the hood and Mark's eyes widened in amazement. Shining golden hair spilled in luxurious tresses down the person's back. The eyes were a dazzling blue, glinting with intelligence. The smile was serene, the teeth within white and perfect. Lady Alexandra. <

Many firms say they have a Law Firm Strategy, but few actually do. In this episode, Chris Batz breaks down what true strategy looks like inside corporate law firms and why clarity must come before growth. He introduces his framework for effective law firm strategy, the "three P's": positioning, perception, and competition. He explains how each reveals the gap between where a firm stands today and where it aims to be. From understanding client perception to benchmarking against competitors, he outlines how to replace internal optimism with market reality and strategic focus.   Chris also tackles the forces reshaping the legal marketplace—AI, private equity, and shifting client expectations—and how they demand a more agile, evidence-based approach to law firm strategy. Rather than chasing growth for its own sake, Chris argues that firms must make disciplined trade-offs, align behavior with purpose, and revisit their strategy regularly to stay relevant.   This episode challenges leaders to ask: when was the last time your law firm strategy reflected the market you're actually competing in?   Episode Breakdown: 00:00 What Law Firm Strategy Really Means 01:00 The Three P's: Positioning, Perception, and Competition 03:00 How to Define Your Market Position 06:20 Why Client Perception Shapes Reality 11:10 Building Credibility and Market Visibility 14:00 Adapting Strategy to Client Needs and Market Change 17:30 Common Pitfalls and the Strategy Gap 20:50 Growth Decisions: Lateral Hires vs. Mergers 23:25 On Law Firm Strategy Connect with Chris Batz: Connect with Chris on LinkedIn  Follow Columbus Street on LinkedIn Columbus Street Website  Podcast production and show notes provided by HiveCast.fm

Todo el mundo conoce a d'Artagnan, el héroe resplandeciente del icónico drama romántico de Alejandro Dumas, “Los tres mosqueteros” y su famoso lema: “Todos para uno y uno para todos”. Pero, detrás de este héroe aventurero de la literatura popular de finales del siglo XIX, se esconde un personaje de la vida real: Charles de Batz de Castelmore. En un homenaje a Dumas, este documental confronta la ficción con la historia, al revelar la vida prolífica de este impetuoso gascón cuyas aventuras inspiraron la leyenda del manto y la espada. Un viaje por una vida que se cruza en el camino del famoso cardenal Mazarino, antes de convertirse en la mano derecha de Luis XIV, inmerso en las tramas geopolíticas de la Europa del siglo XVII.

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“It's astonishing; it's just mind-blowing,” says Chris Batz about the exponential growth in revenue generated by the AmLaw top 100 firms in the last 22 years. On today's episode of The Future is Bright, Chris takes a closer look at these numbers, what's driving them and which firm comes out on top. He also takes a look at the increasing number of firms who are choosing to merge in order to, among many reasons, increase competition, deepen their benches, and to increase their geographic reach.    On his first solo episode of the podcast, Chris draws from quotes from executives at several high-profile firms who explain their motivation for merging. So often, it was a matter of shared values—very often people-focused values—aligning and that the decision benefits the internal teams just as much as it does the client. Chris, who is now exclusively focused on assisting firms with this process, offers his own insights on the topic.    Join today's episode of The Future is Bright to learn how far corporate law firms have come in the past 20 years, and what it means for the future.    Quotes “I am assisting firms where they are really feeling the effects of these incredibly large law firms and the consolidation that is taking place at a rapid pace right now.” (3:08 | Chris Batz) “Twenty-two years ago, in 2002, there were only two law firms that were generating a billion in revenue annually, a year. The other 98 were, of course, less than a billion in revenue. Twenty-two years later, it is astonishing, but more than half—54 firms—now, of the AmLaw100, are generating more than a billion. To break that down, 33 firms are generating a billion to just under 2 billion. The two to three billion mark, or just under three billion is 14 firms. And then we have three billion and more—seven firms. It's just mind-blowing.” (4:44 | Chris Batz)  “We've had substantial consolidation, explosive growth, and of course, there have been price increases, clients are reducing the amount of firms they're working with, generally speaking. They're finding firms with broader benches and deeper benches, especially sub-specialties is a really important thing, as well as geographic reach.” (7:11 | Chris Batz) “Clients have ‘reputational risk.' General counsel, the boards, CEOs, CFOs, decision-makers of these large clients. And perception—even though you think reality is different—perception shows that smaller firms are riskier decisions to give valuable work to. So, that valuable work goes to the bigger firms—not always, but consistently—it's happening. Valuable being higher rate work, more headline-making work, probably requiring deeper benches, subspecialties, all these things, so that's one of the reasons consolidations happen.” (17:30 | Chris Batz)   Links Connect with Chris Batz: LinkedIn Profile: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chrisbatz/  LinkedIn Company page: https://www.linkedin.com/company/columbus-street/ Columbus Street website: https://www.columbus-street.com/  Podcast production and show notes provided by HiveCast.fm  

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L'association Ultra, installée à La Gare près de Brest, explore les savoir-faire et les paysages locaux à travers son programme de résidences ARTLABO RETREAT : Écologies Insulaires. Sur les îles de Batz, Molène et Ouessant, des artistes s'immergent dans l'environnement insulaire pour créer des œuvres multidisciplinaires libres et ouvertes. Leurs créations, alliant matériaux biosourcés, arts visuels et sonores, sont au cœur de l'exposition Liminale Laminaire. Plongeons dans le montage de l'exposition.Un reportage de Léa Minod, prise de son Malo Williams, réalisation de Guillaume Giraud. Un podcast de la Fondation Daniel et Nina Carasso, produit par wave.audio.

“Teams and groups are much harder to pull off. The degree of difficulty is a challenge. There's a real prize if you get it right,” says co-host Howard Rosenberg as he and Chris Batz dig into the complexities of law firm growth through team acquisitions. They emphasize the strategic advantage of acquiring teams rather than individual hires. It's a more challenging process, but the rewards—stronger firm cohesion, better retention, and a lower risk profile—make it worth the effort. Chris notes that many firms are now open to making bold moves, like doubling their size through mergers. But both hosts point out that the real test is in integrating these new teams into the firm's culture and structure. What makes for a smooth transition? They agree that a clear plan, strong leadership, and a compelling market story are essential. For any firm aiming to grow, this episode serves as a reminder that success lies in more than just closing the deal—it's about executing a thoughtful, sustainable strategy. Quotes “If a law firm leader can do 10 onesies and twosies over the course of 12 months, that's going to create some runway. That's going to make it happen. But teams and groups are much harder to pull off. The degree of difficulty is a challenge. There's a real prize if you get it right, but again, there's a lot more work involved in pulling together a team. The team has to go together, and the conflicts have to be resolved.” (00:50 | Howard Rosenberg)  “Everyone wants a team or a group because it lowers the risk profile of doing these deals in the marketplace. They have a better traction rate in terms of… They don't stick around for a lot longer. They're embedded in the organization. They don't leave as easily. There are obviously integration issues, but with the onesies and twosies, a lot of management time is spent just bringing those people to the line.” (01:24 | Howard Rosenberg)  “I think firms need to be focused and strategic, but they also need to be open-minded about how they go about that process.” (05:11 | Chris Batz) “For firms to remain competitive, they have to think in larger acquisition sizes. But I respect firms that don't have a desire to grow in dramatic ways. Continuing to do what they've done because it works for them is fine but the competitive landscape is changing.” (13:56 | Chris Batz) Links  Connect with Howard Rosenberg: LinkedIn profile: https://www.linkedin.com/in/hrosenberg/ Company web profile: https://www.baretzbrunelle.com/howard-rosenberg   Connect with Chris Batz: LinkedIn Profile: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chrisbatz/  LinkedIn Company page: https://www.linkedin.com/company/columbus-street/ Columbus Street website: https://www.columbus-street.com/  Podcast production and show notes provided by HiveCast.fm  

Vu sur Le club breton N°5 : Reportages et actualités avec Yves Averty et Marie Au programme : Les soirées Trouz Zo à Saint-Herblain, Les Rencontres des Acteurs de la Culture Bretonne à Saint-Nazaire, Le Festival Celtomania, avec une interview de Madelyn Ann pour un concert à Batz-sur-Mer et le Hamon Martin Quintet en concert à la Bogue d'Or à Redon. Cet article provient de Radio AlterNantes FM

“This is really new territory that is going to challenge the way some of these law firms are run and how the industry responds to that going forward over the next couple of years,” says co-host Howard Rosenberg. In this episode, Howard and Chris Batz dive into the rising trend of superstar law partners landing eight-figure salaries and the major impact it's having on firm management, client relationships, and talent acquisition. As these high-profile lateral hires bring in up to $20 million, firms are being pushed to rethink compensation models and operations. Howard shares insights from his recent trip to London, where law firm leaders voiced mixed reactions. Some are worried about staying competitive, while others are dealing with pay scale compression, affecting both junior and senior attorneys. Could this shift spark a major overhaul in how firms operate and structure their fees? The episode also looks at how technology, artificial intelligence, and market changes might shape the legal industry in the coming decade. Will firms adapt to these shifts, or face disruption? It's clear the legal landscape is at a turning point. Quotes “This is really new territory that is going to challenge the way some of these law firms are run and how the industry responds to that going forward over the next couple of years. I think that's really exciting. It is what it is; it's not going to change, but how firms deal with and respond to it is an open book.” (01:09 | Howard Rosenberg)  “You have these firms hiring outrageous talent, entire teams following them, and the market consolidating with specialists going to the high-rate firms, leaving these 600-plus firms holding the bag. They are now forced to make really difficult decisions. It's amazing to see the effects of COVID, the expectations for first-year associate salaries skyrocketing—what, $215k now, I believe—and this new superstar level of talent is taking material percentage points of revenue away from firms to platforms that can truly resource them in ways others can't even come close to. So yes, it's absolutely changing the game.” (05:49 | Chris Batz)  “I'm curious what the implications will be for new attorney hires and the junior partners who are looking at the ranks and wondering, ‘Where's my future in this firm?' And then there's the vision coming from the leadership team as the firm continues to evolve, with such a huge, almost moon-like presence coming into the orbit of the firm, affecting the entire ecosystem.” (07:58 | Chris Batz) “I think you're going to see a whole change in the industry with technology coming on board, along with AI, talent, and pricing. All these ingredients are mixing in a way that will change the very dynamics of the industry going forward.” (11:00 | Howard Rosenberg) Links Connect with Howard Rosenberg: LinkedIn profile: https://www.linkedin.com/in/hrosenberg/ Company web profile: https://www.baretzbrunelle.com/howard-rosenberg   Connect with Chris Batz: LinkedIn Profile: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chrisbatz/  LinkedIn Company page: https://www.linkedin.com/company/columbus-street/ Columbus Street website: https://www.columbus-street.com/  Podcast production and show notes provided by HiveCast.fm  

“For a lot of law firm leaders that I'm in contact with, this is their central challenge: to chart a path of sustained growth.” says new co-host Howard Rosenberg who joins co-host Chris Batz to continue their discussion about the best way for law firms to form, based on data and intelligence, a structured strategy approach to growth through acquisition.  It's not easy, Chris explains, and requires discipline, long term thinking, and learning to “say no to the shiny objects.” Law firms remain people-first industry built on talent wherein, nonetheless, that very personnel tends to turn over quickly, among other daily changes and distractions.Therefore it's important to form a well-defined, codified plan with solid parameters and to be able to communicate it clearly across the entire team. Join today's discussion to learn why Chris says strategy is king and to hear Howard delve into the true meaning of growth. Quotes “For a lot of law firm leaders that I'm in contact with, this is their central challenge: to chart a path of sustained growth. The question is, ‘Where do they do it? What practice areas get the investment and which people in those practice areas get the priority for either acquisitions or just time and attention because one thing can't be done in isolation without understanding the rest of the firm. So, it's a really complex equation, but it's the route for growth.” (0:51 | Howard Rosenberg)  “Frankly, it's strategy. It's this idea of knowing what to say ‘no' to and knowing what to say ‘yes' to. This approach is structured, it's intentional, and it's avoiding the shiny objects that pull firms away from truly accomplishing their strategic goals.”  (1:54 | Chris Batz)  “The most successful managing partners that I'm in contact with seem to realize they're in the talent business. It's a talent asset business, and the talent walks out the door every day and comes back in the morning, and I think you cannot grow without having the best people in the best seats within the law firm. And that changes your perspective about how you go for growth.” (7:58 | Howard Rosenberg) “There's a trade-off. Someone's trading something when that's taking place. I have clients who do it. Some of it has to do with size, frankly. For the smaller firms, it's harder to dedicate time. Everyone's got to be rowing the same way and have to be contributing to the bottom line. Again it goes back to this fun topic of ‘size matters.' (10:02 | Chris Batz) “Growth —what does that mean? I still come back to the definition of growth. It may not be purely revenue growth. It may be doing more interesting work or more sustained work that has less pricing variability…Every firm has to take this decision for themselves; it's not a cookie-cutter approach.” (11:23 | Howard Rosenberg)    Links Connect with Howard Rosenberg: LinkedIn profile: https://www.linkedin.com/in/hrosenberg/ Company web profile: https://www.baretzbrunelle.com/howard-rosenberg   Connect with Chris Batz: LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chrisbatz/  LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/columbus-street/ Columbus Street: https://www.columbus-street.com/  Podcast production and show notes provided by HiveCast.fm  

Tom Buffenbarger, an independent labor voice, appeared on the AWF Union Podcast and spoke about the International Association of Machinists and Aerospace Workers (IAM) strike at Boeing and how the union may have the upper hand in the negotiations.  Bob Batz Jr., Newspaper Guild of Pittsburgh (TNG) member and Interim Editor of Pittsburgh Union Progress, joined the America's Work Force Union Podcast to discuss the potential end of the 24-month strike by NGP members at the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.

Vor fast 40 Jahren, im Jahr 1987, lief Paul Verhoevens ROBOCOP im Kino. Wir sprachen im Rahmen von STARSHIP TROOPERS schon mal kurz über das Schaffen von Paul Verhoeven und erwähnten, dass Onno sicherlich in der Zukunft noch die Gelegenheit bekommt, auch über ROBOCOP zu reden - und hier sind wir!Doch was hat ROBOCOP eigentlich zu so einem Kultfilm gemacht, dass es auch nach der kürzlichen Wiederaufführung im Kino erneut Höchstwertungen regnet für dieses Werk? Gemeinsam mit Sophia und Batz geht Onno dieser Frage nach und bespricht allgemein das Franchise rund um ROBOCOP bis hin zu dem Reboot-Versuch vor zehn Jahren.Wer also mehr darüber wissen will, was Peter Weller in der Rolle von Officer Alex J. Murphy so berühmt gemacht hat, sollte die neue Episode von Ruhe im Saal nicht verpassen!——

In unserer aktuellen Folge schnackt Hubi mit Michael Batz, einem renommierten Autor, Dramaturgen, Regisseur und Lichtkünstler, der sich besonders mit der Geschichte und Kultur des Hamburger Hafens auseinandersetzt.

Send us a Text Message.lovethylawyer.comA transcript of this podcast is available at lovethylawyer.com.Go to https://www.lovethylawyer.com/blog for transcripts. In collaboration with the Alameda County Bar Association, Love Thy Lawyer presents an interview with: Julie Batz  Ms. Batz is licensed to practice law in all California Courts as well as for the United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit. She handles general liability in third party litigated matters and first party claims. This includes premises liability, personal injury (including construction related injuries) wrongful death, landlord and property management defense, as well as easement disputes. Ms. Batz has represented individuals, small businesses, as well as large corporations in large exposure litigated matters. She has successfully mediated countless matters and has jury and bench trial experience.In 2001, Ms. Batz graduated from the University of California, Santa Cruz with a Psychology degree. In 2008, she obtained her Juris Doctorate from San Francisco Law School. After passing the California Bar, she spent the first 5 years at a non-profit organization representing seniors and dependent adults in Alameda County Superior Court and at naturalization interviews with U.S. Citizen and Immigration Services. During this time, Ms. Batz completed at least 50 bench trials in Alameda County Superior Court. She is currently the President of Legal Access Alameda, the non-profit arm of the Alameda County Bar Association. In her free time, Ms. Batz enjoys spending with her family and judging college and law school moot court competitions when she can. Alameda County Bar AssociationThe Alameda County Bar Association (ACBA) is a professional membership association for lawyers and other members of the legal profession. The ACBA provides access to ongoing legal education; and promotes diversity and civil rights in the Alameda County legal community. Our mission is to promote excellence in the legal profession and to facilitate equal access to justice. Louis Goodman www.louisgoodman.com louisgoodman2010@gmail.com 510.582.9090  Special thanks to ACBA staff and members: (https://www.acbanet.org/) Musical theme by Joel Katz, Seaside Recording, Maui Technical support: Bryan Matheson, Skyline Studios, OaklandAudiograms & Transcripts: Paul Roberts    We'd love to hear from you.  Send us an email at louisgoodman2010@gmail.com. Please subscribe and listen. Then tell us who you want to hear and what areas of interest you'd like us to cover.  Please rate us and review us on Apple Podcasts.    Louis Goodman www.louisgoodman.comhttps://www.lovethylawyer.com/510.582.9090Music: Joel Katz, Seaside Recording, MauiTech: Bryan Matheson, Skyline Studios, OaklandAudiograms: Paul Roberts louis@lovethylawyer.com

Chris Batz is a business development professional & entrepreneur in the executive search industry with a background in public accounting and a mind for big picture strategic thinking & marketing. He is a connector and catalyst for client's goals. ---------------------------------------- This show is sponsored by Leopard Solutions Legal Intelligence Suite of products, Firmscape, and Leopard BI. Push ahead of the pack with the power of Leopard. For a free demo, visit this link: https://www.leopardsolutions.com/index.php/request-a-demo/ www.theplacementclub.com Links: https://chrisbatz.com/podcast/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/chrisbatz/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode of the CinePacks Podcast, we sit down with Zae Williams (AZAE Productions), the creative force behind the highly acclaimed "From the Block" YouTube series on his channel "4tha Shooters." Zae shares how his hanging microphone performances with top artists like Lil Durk, G Herbo, Polo G, Chief Keef, Lil Yachty, and 4 Batz grew, detailing the hard work and dedication that propelled him to success. He opens up about his creative process, the inspiration behind his latest projects, and the incredible experiences he's had along the way. Tune in to hear Zae's story and more on the CinePacks Podcast! Don't miss this exclusive insight into the mind of one of the industry's leading producers.  

durée : 00:02:24 - Des enfants se forment aux premiers secours à la plage, à Batz-sur-Mer

Hablamos con Jorge Doherty y Batz sobre el contenido de su nuevo Ep, “Mira Mamá”, y sus próximos proyectos.También compartimos noticias, novedades y la agenda de conciertos.

Peter Röskes ist Unternehmer und Geschäftsführer eines Familienunternehmens in 3. Generation. Er führt gleich 2 Transport- und Logistikunternehmen und ist auch in Verbänden und Berufsgenossenschaften aktiv. Sprich: er weiß, was in der Branche los ist. Im Thema alternative Antriebe im Güterkraftverkehr ist er natürlich auch tief drin. Heute also mal ein Blick über den PKW hinaus auf die LKW mit einem bestens informierten Gast.

Qui ne connaît d'Artagnan, le fringant gascon mis en scène par Alexandre Dumas dans son célèbre roman "Les trois mousquetaires" ? Mais, ce qu'on sait moins, c'est que ce valeureux soldat a bel et bien existé.Il est né, vers 1615, au château de Castelmore, sur le territoire de la petite commune de Lupiac, dans le Gers. Le visiteur se promenant dans la région peut encore apercevoir le manoir qui, hélas, ne se visite pas.Le héros de Dumas se nommait Charles de Batz de Castelmore, mais se faisait appeler d'Artagnan, du nom d'une seigneurie possédée par les Montesquiou, la famille de sa mère. La famille paternelle, assez modeste, était de noblesse récente.Le jeune d'Artagnan monte à Paris, vers 1630, pour y faire, comme certains de ses frères, une carrière militaire. Il y est d'abord engagé dans le régiment des Gardes Françaises qui, comme son nom l'indique, était chargé d'assurer la sécurité du Roi.Puis, comme dans le roman, il intègre le corps d'élite des mousquetaires, créé en 1622 par Louis XIII. Peu à peu, d'Artagnan va devenir un collaborateur apprécié du cardinal Mazarin, auquel il reste fidèle durant la Fronde, puis de Louis XIV.Il se voit alors attribuer des missions de confiance. Promu, en 1658, au commandement effectif des mousquetaires, supprimés un temps par Mazarin, d'Artagnan est en effet chargé, en 1661, d'arrêter, dans le plus grand secret, le surintendant Fouquet, dont l'ascension et la munificence avaient indisposé le Roi.C'est lui qui conduit l'illustre prisonnier vers ses divers lieux de détention, dont la forteresse de Pignerol, aujourd'hui en Italie. Marque insigne de faveur, d'Artagnan devient le geôlier de Fouquet durant trois ans.En 1660, il avait déjà accompagné Louis XIV vers le Pays Basque, où il devait épouser l'Infante d'Espagne Marie-Thérèse. Il était désormais un homme riche et considéré, qui possédait un hôtel particulier à Paris.C'est en participant au siège de Maastricht, en 1673, lors de la guerre de Hollande, que d'Artagnan est fauché par un tir de mousquet qui le tue sur le coup. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Qui ne connaît d'Artagnan, le fringant gascon mis en scène par Alexandre Dumas dans son célèbre roman "Les trois mousquetaires" ? Mais, ce qu'on sait moins, c'est que ce valeureux soldat a bel et bien existé. Il est né, vers 1615, au château de Castelmore, sur le territoire de la petite commune de Lupiac, dans le Gers. Le visiteur se promenant dans la région peut encore apercevoir le manoir qui, hélas, ne se visite pas. Le héros de Dumas se nommait Charles de Batz de Castelmore, mais se faisait appeler d'Artagnan, du nom d'une seigneurie possédée par les Montesquiou, la famille de sa mère. La famille paternelle, assez modeste, était de noblesse récente. Le jeune d'Artagnan monte à Paris, vers 1630, pour y faire, comme certains de ses frères, une carrière militaire. Il y est d'abord engagé dans le régiment des Gardes Françaises qui, comme son nom l'indique, était chargé d'assurer la sécurité du Roi. Puis, comme dans le roman, il intègre le corps d'élite des mousquetaires, créé en 1622 par Louis XIII. Peu à peu, d'Artagnan va devenir un collaborateur apprécié du cardinal Mazarin, auquel il reste fidèle durant la Fronde, puis de Louis XIV. Il se voit alors attribuer des missions de confiance. Promu, en 1658, au commandement effectif des mousquetaires, supprimés un temps par Mazarin, d'Artagnan est en effet chargé, en 1661, d'arrêter, dans le plus grand secret, le surintendant Fouquet, dont l'ascension et la munificence avaient indisposé le Roi. C'est lui qui conduit l'illustre prisonnier vers ses divers lieux de détention, dont la forteresse de Pignerol, aujourd'hui en Italie. Marque insigne de faveur, d'Artagnan devient le geôlier de Fouquet durant trois ans. En 1660, il avait déjà accompagné Louis XIV vers le Pays Basque, où il devait épouser l'Infante d'Espagne Marie-Thérèse. Il était désormais un homme riche et considéré, qui possédait un hôtel particulier à Paris. C'est en participant au siège de Maastricht, en 1673, lors de la guerre de Hollande, que d'Artagnan est fauché par un tir de mousquet qui le tue sur le coup. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode of Clear Thinking, Jessica speaks with Green County Public Health nurse, Jamie Batz about Delta 8 and its presence in Green County.

When Bat Soup Yum first dipped his toes into the icy waters of the NFT world, he was as skeptical as they come. But as he'll tell you himself, a simple bet transformed his outlook, leading him down a vibrant path where art collides with blockchain technology. Join us for a whirlwind tour through the evolving narratives of digital art and Web 3.0, guided by the insights of Batz, the enthusiast turned evangelist. Together, we traverse the peaks and valleys of the NFT market, chuckling at our earlier, less-informed selves, while pondering the profound implications of NFTs for creators and consumers alike.Ever caught yourself marveling at the unexpected resilience of the art market, even when the going gets tough? Batz and I certainly have, and in this episode, we're bringing that marvel to you. He pulls back the curtain on his personal collecting anecdotes, drawing surprising parallels to the simple joy of baseball card collecting, and reveals the inherent value found in art that truly speaks to one's soul. We wrap up this segment with an eye on the future, eagerly looking at what team 6529 has in store for bolstering digital creators and the community that cherishes them.The art of discovery in the NFT space can be as complex as it is exciting, and Batz is no stranger to its challenges and triumphs. We candidly discuss the intricacies of curating digital art, sharing how our own purchases are shaped by a commitment to amplifying underrepresented voices. As we round off this rich conversation, Batz unveils the collective aspirations of his team, 6529, aiming for an even deeper dive into the promotion and marketing of creators who are shaping the digital art landscape—one blockchain at a time.Support the show

Découvrez l'abonnement "Au Coeur de l'Histoire +" et accédez à des heures de programmes, des archives inédites, des épisodes en avant-première et une sélection d'épisodes sur des grandes thématiques. Profitez de cette offre sur Apple Podcasts dès aujourd'hui ! La saga cinématographique 'Les Trois Mousquetaires' de Martin Bourboulon, dont le deuxième volet sort en salles le 13 décembre 2023, n'est que la dernière adaptation en date de l'œuvre de Dumas. Ces adaptations ont contribué à faire de D'Artagnan et ses compagnons des personnages de fiction presque légendaires. Mais que connaissez-vous du vrai d'Artagnan, celui qui a commencé sa carrière sous Louis XIII, qui a servi personnellement Louis XIV ? Dans ce récit inédit en deux parties, Virginie Girod vous raconte son histoire !À l'aube du XVIIe siècle, la Gasconne est une région pauvre. Même la noblesse y est modeste. C'est là, dans le château de Castelmore, que le Charles de Batz de Castelmore, le futur D'Artagnan, grandit. Vers l'âge de 18 ans, les garçons de la région montent à Paris pour faire carrière, gagner de l'argent, se couvrir d'honneur et si possible, faire un mariage avantageux. Le jeune Charles rêve de devenir mousquetaire. Fondése par le roi Louis XIII en 1622, les mousquetaires sont un corps militaire d'élite directement au service du roi. Ils tirent leur nom de l'imposante arme à feu qu'ils manient : le mousquet.Charles Batz de Castelmore monte donc à Paris dans le courant des années 1630 pour y rencontrer le capitaine-lieutenant des mousquetaires. Monsieur de Tréville l'envoie d'abord se former chez les cadets. Au bout de quelques années, le petit Gascon réalise enfin son rêve : monsieur de Tréville l'incorpore aux mousquetaires.C'est à cette époque qu'on commence à l'appeler d'Artagnan, nom qui lui vient de la famille de sa mère. Mais il ne rejoindra jamais Athos, Portos et Aramis. Selon les archives, il y aurait bien trois hommes qui répondent à des noms proches de ceux-là mais ils sont bien plus âgés que d'Artagnan. Ce dernier s'impose comme un homme de confiance de la famille royale, qui traverse une période difficile à la mort de Louis XIII. Son fils qui lui succède, le jeune Louis XIV, n'a que 5 ans. La reine Anne d'Autriche prend la régence et s'appuie sur le cardinal de Mazarin pour gouverner. Mais ils doivent bientôt faire face à la Fronde, une rébellion simultanée de la bourgeoisie et de l'aristocratie, qui demandent moins d'impôts et plus de pouvoirs.C'est D'Artagnan qui assure la sécurité du jeune Louis XIV, notamment lors de l'épisode de la nuit des rois, où la famille royale doit fuir Paris pour se réfugier à Saint Germain en Laye. La Fronde est matée en 1653 et l'année suivante, d'Artagnan a le privilège d'assister au sacre de Louis XIV à Reims. Le roi, qui a pu constater la loyauté du Gascon, n'est pas ingrat et s'apprête à remercier d'Artagnan en lui proposant une nouvelle fonction.Thèmes abordés : mousquetaires, Louis XIV, Fronde, D'Artagnan 'Au cœur de l'histoire' est un podcast Europe 1 Studio- Présentation : Virginie Girod - Production : Camille Bichler- Réalisation : Pierre Cazalot- Composition de la musique originale : Julien Tharaud- Rédaction et diffusion : Nathan Laporte- Communication : Kelly Decroix - Visuel : Sidonie Mangin

Ready for a gaming deep-dive with a twist of festival thrill? We're joined by my gaming partner-in-crime and all-around good vibe, Batz aka Batman aka Kandlesnackz. We kick off our chat with a journey into the vibrant world of Jet Set Radio, a game that has captured Bat's interest with its distinctive art style and enthralling music. He gives us a ringside view of his fascinating experience with the game and even introduces us to a documentary that tells the incredible story behind the game's creation. Meanwhile, I recount my adrenaline-filled adventure of securing VIP tickets for an upcoming music festival.As we move forward in our conversation, Bat continues to share his insights on Jet Set Radio, highlighting the unique characters, their dance steps and the burst of colors the game offers. We chat about its similarities with the PlayStation game Bust the Groove and discuss how Jet Set Radio has evolved into its successor, Jet Set Radio Future. We also take a detour into the popular game Apex Legends, with Bat revealing what he believes sets this game apart from other battle royale games.Lastly, brace yourselves as we delve into the intriguing realm of video games and anime. Bat talks about an interesting twist to the classic Pinocchio tale in the game Pinocchio's Adventure, exploring a world where Pinocchio is a mech battling puppets to become a real boy. We also touch upon the beautifully crafted ending of the renowned anime Attack on Titan. Make sure to catch this episode brimming with gaming insights and festival adventures that will surely entertain and inspire you!https://discord.gg/3q3d7Hy4RBwww.tiktok.com/@carolinaotakuswww.youtube.com/@CarolinaOtakus

What's Good Revolutionaries? "I don't know if I've ever told this story on the show, Dr. Batts and I, you know, I figured it was, it was time. It was time for me to tell this story of my journey, my journey of getting to a better version of myself. And, you know, in 2015, I was, you know, I broke up with my ex-fiance who I think is one of the greatest humans on earth in January of 2015. And I didn't care about anybody. I mean, when I say that, I didn't care about anybody but myself. Literally, literally nobody. And I did things that represented my sole care for my pleasure, right? And my sole understanding that life revolved around me. And I didn't care about anybody else. I didn't care about my friends. I didn't care about the people that I was with. I cared about myself. And I did things that I regret. I did things back then, this version of me looks back and says, you know what, mm-mm, nah. But I remember late in 2015, walking into my therapist's office and saying to him, these words, Dr. Batz, I'm a piece of shit. Because I had known that I had done things under the sole understanding, the auspices, that it didn't matter. what anybody else thought, it was just about me. And I knew that I needed to change my life. I knew that I needed to turn around. I needed to care about something greater than myself. So I walked into the therapist's office and said, I'm a piece of shit and I don't wanna feel like this anymore. And so for the last eight years, I have worked on myself. I've worked on being a better human, being a better man, being a better son, being a better Godfather, being a better friend, being a better frat brother, being better, being better at showing up for myself, being very self-aware, understanding the frailties of who I am as a human, being also understanding that at some point I needed to give myself grace for the past versions of myself." - Dr. Charles I have never talked about my past on the show. I always felt a sense of shame when referencing it, but at some point, the story needed to be told. This show started because I needed a way out, something to guide me as I moved through my journey. I went looking for the content and it wasn't there. Thus, WYR was born. It was needed because I didn't want to be that version of myself anymore, the one who only cared about himself, the one who made decisions solely for himself. I wanted to be different. Every guest on this show over the last 7 years has helped me and thousands of revolutionaries fulfill their answer to the most thought-provoking question of their life. In this episode, Dr. Batts and I discuss one of the greatest gifts we have in life, the power to forgive. It is funny that when you are looking for forgiveness for your past, life will present you with opportunities to forgive. it is up to you to work through your "ish" and hopefully revolutionize your existence. Be on the lookout for our new website and our course on how to answer the question, "What's Your Revolution?" but also what to do once you have the answer! - we love you and are here for you! Also - make sure you check out Dr. Batt's podcast - The "About that Life" podcast on Youtube!

Welcome to a new episode with Annie Sargent and Elyse Rivin that takes you back to 17th-century France, a time of kings, queens, and legendary Musketeers. Today, we delve into the life of Charles de Batz de Castelmore, better known as D'Artagnan, the real-life inspiration behind Alexandre Dumas' "The Three Musketeers." Explore D'Artagnan's incredible journey in 17th-century France. From a humble Gascony upbringing to espionage, epic battles, and a lasting impact on culture. Uncover the real man behind the legend in this episode. #History #France #TheThreeMusketeers #DArtagnan #Podcast

Photo: Kenny Hunter New Podcast posted and this time with a good friend of mine and lead singer of the Guana Batz, Pip Hancox. Pip talks about getting into BMX in the UK and racing at Eastway, Earls Court when the sport was in its infancy and riding with guys like Marcus Rich and Tim O'Shea. Pip tells us about leaving school in the early 80s, the start of the Guana Batz, touring, making records and traveling the World with the band. We talk about Pip meeting Guana Batz fan Neal Wood and his brother, moving to the US, his love for riding bikes alongside witnessing the Harry Leary and Chris Moeller fight in Reno. We touch on living in Temecula, training Motocross/SX riders, Coffee Club, touring Europe with the band this year, Van life and so much more.

Ever wondered how NFTs and blockchain technology are transforming the world of art? Ever found yourself skeptical about this new digital frontier? Join us as we navigate the exciting terrain of NFTs, blockchain, and AI art with Bat Soup Yum, a leading figure from team6529 and an ardent CDB fan. Batz will take us through his transformative journey from initial skepticism to bullish enthusiasm, throwing light on the challenges and rewards of understanding this space. We'll share stories of skeptics turned believers and the potential of NFTs in reshaping our world.In an age of tech-savvy consumers, how are large corporations using NFTs to connect with their customers? We'll be discussing the fascinating ways blockchain technology is revolutionizing customer understanding and marketing strategies. We'll also delve into the resilience of the crypto and NFT space despite market downturns and explore the art industry's changing landscape. Batz shares his experience as a collector, emphasizing the importance of art understanding and the unique opportunities presented by Web3 technology.What does the future hold for digital art and NFTs? Batz shares his unique insights on the next five years, emphasizing the need for simplicity and accessibility in display technologies. We discuss the persistence of art across markets, the rise of AI art, and the vital role of supporting underrepresented groups in the art world. Finally, Batz gives us a sneak peek into his current projects and the exciting potential of integrating art with blockchain technology. So gear up for a deep dive into the captivating world of NFTs, AI art, and Web3 technology.https://twitter.com/batsoupyumhttps://twitter.com/GuyNorcal

Maris Stella, Sous les coiffes de lin, toutes, croisant leurs bras Vêtus de laine rude ou de mince percale, Les femmes, à genoux sur le roc de la cale, Regardent l'Océan blanchir l'île de Batz. Les hommes, pères, fils, maris, amants, là-bas, Avec ceux de Paimpol, d'Audierne et de Cancale, Vers le Nord, sont partis pour la lointaine escale. Que de hardis pêcheurs qui ne reviendront pas ! Par-dessus la rumeur de la mer et des côtes Le chant plaintif s'élève, invoquant à voix hautes L'Étoile sainte, espoir des marins en péril ; Et l'Angélus, courbant tous ces fronts noirs de hale, Des clochers de Roscoff à ceux de Sybiril S'envole, tinte et meurt dans le ciel rose et pâle. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/diseursdebeauxtextes/message

Batz is no stranger to digital arts, having worked on and refined his Generalist skills for over a decade. A big Pepe and internet culture lover, he found his tribe in the Smols community, where he not only found a community but also a way to express himself through Modern Memeism.Time Stamps00:00 to 09:05 - Who's Batz09:05 to 12:37 - Through Line12:37 to 18:03 - Pepes and Web3 Early Days18:03 to 22:13 - Advice to Artists22:13 to 29:20 - Pepe Culture29:20 to 32:05 - GM Pepes32:05 to 34:46 - Creating During Hard Times34:46 to 42:05 - Pepedenza42:05 to 45:30 - Collectors vs. Flippers45:30 to 49:12 - Keyboard Mint49:12 to 52:35 - Recognition52:35 to 56:16 - Flow of Work56:16 to 1:00:30 - For The Culture1:00:30 to 1:06:25 - Galleries1:06:25 to 1:12:10 - Rounding OffGuest LinksTwitter: https://twitter.com/batzdu Art: https://linktr.ee/batzduUseful Links Based On Conversationhttp://www.depthcore.com/https://twitter.com/justinmallerhttps://twitter.com/rikoostenbroekhttps://twitter.com/diftypehttps://twitter.com/jackbutcherhttps://twitter.com/darkfarms1https://opensea.io/collection/smowlhttps://foundation.app/https://manifold.xyz/https://zora.co/GlossaryPepe: In internet culture, Pepe is a cartoon frog character that has become a popular internet meme. Originally created by artist Matt Furie for a comic series, the character has been used in a variety of contexts and has become associated with certain political and cultural movements.Burning: In cryptocurrency, burning is the process of destroying a certain amount of a toeken relating to an NFT or cryptocurrency in order to reduce its overall supply.CC0: CC0 is a type of Creative Commons license that allows the owner of a work to waive all copyright and related rights to the work, effectively placing it in the public domain. This means that anyone can use, modify, and distribute the work without permission or payment.Podcast Host: BunzyTwitter: https://twitter.com/0xBunzyBlockTalk || Pineapple WorkshopWebsite: https://pineappleworkshop.com/Twitter: https://twitter.com/poweredby_pwDiscord: https://discord.gg/geNCbMYsZY

Dans Historiquement Vôtre, Clémentine Portier-Kaltenbach vous emmène en visite dans l'hôtel particulier parisien du plus célèbre des mousquetaires. Au printemps 1659, Charles de Batz de Castelmore, dit d'Artagnan, élit domicile sur les bords de Seine, en face du Louvre. Après sa mort, on retrouve l'inventaire de son mobilier, qui donne quelques indications sur les goûts de ce héros fougueux. Spoiler alert: D'Artagnan préférait les armes aux livres...

Autor, Regisseur und Lichtkünstler: Michael Batz. Als Dramaturg arbeitete er auf Kampnagel, bevor er 1994 das Theater in der Speicherstadt gründete. 25 Jahre war der „Hamburger Jedermann" fester Bestandteil des Hamburger Sommers. Als Lichtkünstler illuminierte Michael Batz etwa die Speicherstadt und tauchte beim "Blue Port" den Hamburger Hafen in blaues Licht. Seit 1998 produziert Batz jährlich ein Dokumentarstück für die Gedenkveranstaltung der Hamburger Bürgerschaft anlässlich des internationalen Gedenktages an die Opfer des Holocaust. Über die Inszenierung von Licht, die atemberaubende Wirkung und sein Buch „Das Haus des Paul Levy“ spricht Michael Batz in „NDR Kultur à la carte“.

"Les trois Mousquetaires" est sans nul doute l'une des œuvres les plus fameuses de la littérature mondiale. Et elle apporta une gloire durable à leur auteur, le romancier Alexandre Dumas.Mais pourquoi a-t-il nommé ainsi ses célèbres personnages, d'Artagnan et ses compagnons, Portos, Athos et Aramis ? Si Dumas leur a donné ce nom, c'est que, dans le roman, les trois amis de d'Artagnan, que celui-ci rejoindra par la suite dans la compagnie, sont bien des mousquetaires.Ce corps a été créé par Louis XIII en 1622. Leur nom vient de l'arme que ces soldats utilisent, le mousquet. Cette arme à feu, au long canon, est l'ancêtre de notre fusil. Elle est en tous cas plus efficace que l'arquebuse, qui équipait jusque-là les soldats.C'est le Roi qui est le chef nominal de cette compagnie, placée sous les ordres effectifs d'un capitaine-lieutenant. Elle porte d'abord le nom de "Compagnie de mousquetons du Roi", avant de s'appeler simplement "Mousquetaires du Roi".Principal ministre de Louis XIII, Richelieu a ses propres mousquetaires, dont la casaque, aux couleurs de l'Église, est rouge vif. Dissous par Mazarin, en 1646, le corps des mousquetaires est rétabli par Louis XIV. À partir de 1664, on distingue deux compagnies de mousquetaires, dont le nom vient de la couleur de leur chevaux : les mousquetaires noirs et les mousquetaires gris.Comme il était d'usage à l'époque, les mousquetaires sont recrutés dans les familles nobles. Ils forment un corps d'élite, chargés de protéger le Roi, qui leur confie en plus diverses missions de confiance.Dissous un temps par Louis XVI, les mousquetaires sont définitivement supprimés par Louis XVIII, en 1816. Il est à noter que Charles de Batz de Castelmore, le d'Artagnan d'Alexandre Dumas, fut bien un mousquetaire.Il les a même dirigés. À ce titre, Louis XIV lui a confié des missions importantes, comme l'arrestation du surintendant Fouquet, en 1661. Mais, né en 1611, le vrai d'Artagnan n'était pas assez âgé pour participer à l'intrigue du roman de Dumas, qui commence en 1625. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

"Les trois Mousquetaires" est sans nul doute l'une des œuvres les plus fameuses de la littérature mondiale. Et elle apporta une gloire durable à leur auteur, le romancier Alexandre Dumas. Mais pourquoi a-t-il nommé ainsi ses célèbres personnages, d'Artagnan et ses compagnons, Portos, Athos et Aramis ? Si Dumas leur a donné ce nom, c'est que, dans le roman, les trois amis de d'Artagnan, que celui-ci rejoindra par la suite dans la compagnie, sont bien des mousquetaires. Ce corps a été créé par Louis XIII en 1622. Leur nom vient de l'arme que ces soldats utilisent, le mousquet. Cette arme à feu, au long canon, est l'ancêtre de notre fusil. Elle est en tous cas plus efficace que l'arquebuse, qui équipait jusque-là les soldats. C'est le Roi qui est le chef nominal de cette compagnie, placée sous les ordres effectifs d'un capitaine-lieutenant. Elle porte d'abord le nom de "Compagnie de mousquetons du Roi", avant de s'appeler simplement "Mousquetaires du Roi". Principal ministre de Louis XIII, Richelieu a ses propres mousquetaires, dont la casaque, aux couleurs de l'Église, est rouge vif. Dissous par Mazarin, en 1646, le corps des mousquetaires est rétabli par Louis XIV. À partir de 1664, on distingue deux compagnies de mousquetaires, dont le nom vient de la couleur de leur chevaux : les mousquetaires noirs et les mousquetaires gris. Comme il était d'usage à l'époque, les mousquetaires sont recrutés dans les familles nobles. Ils forment un corps d'élite, chargés de protéger le Roi, qui leur confie en plus diverses missions de confiance. Dissous un temps par Louis XVI, les mousquetaires sont définitivement supprimés par Louis XVIII, en 1816. Il est à noter que Charles de Batz de Castelmore, le d'Artagnan d'Alexandre Dumas, fut bien un mousquetaire. Il les a même dirigés. À ce titre, Louis XIV lui a confié des missions importantes, comme l'arrestation du surintendant Fouquet, en 1661. Mais, né en 1611, le vrai d'Artagnan n'était pas assez âgé pour participer à l'intrigue du roman de Dumas, qui commence en 1625. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We're joined by Mara Wilson, who regales us with her experiences growing up in a haunted house, living the “gothic valley” life, and what would be scarier to meet: a ghost or an alien?   Content Warning: This episode contains conversations about or mentions of misogyny, aircraft accident, earthquakes, parent death, illness, body horror, mental illness, murder, blood, animal death, and the Civil War.    Guest Mara Wilson, known for her childhood roles in Mrs. Doubtfire and Matilda, is a writer and actor living in Los Angeles. Recently, she has appeared on Welcome to Night Vale, Broad City and Bojack Horseman. Her writing has appeared in the New York Times, Elle, McSweeney's, Reductress, and many other outlets. She also publishes a newsletter of her writing with Substack, 'Shan't We Tell the Vicar?' Mara's first book, Where Am I Now?: True Stories of Girlhood and Accidental Fame is available from Penguin Random House. Recently, Mara voiced Tania de Batz in the audiobook One For All, a gender-swapped version of the Three Musketeers by Lillie Lainoff.   Housekeeping - Recommendation: This week, Amanda recommends Games and Feelings. - Books: Check out our previous book recommendations, guests' books, and more at spiritspodcast.com/books - Call to Action: Check out the Queer Movie Podcast - a queer movie watch party hosted by Rowan Ellis and Jazza John. Join them as they research and rate their way through the queer film canon, one genre at a time. Search for Queer Movie Podcast in your podcast app to subscribe today!   Sponsors - Wildgrain is the first bake-from-frozen box for artisanal bread. For a limited time, you can get $30 off the first box - PLUS free Croissants in every box - when you go to Wildgrain.com/Spirits to start your subscription. - Apostrophe is an online platform that connects you with an expert dermatology team to get customized acne treatment for your unique skin. Get your first visit for only $5 at apostrophe.com/SPIRITS when you use our code: SPIRITS. - BetterHelp is a secure online counseling service. Get 10% off your first month at betterhelp.com/spirits - Blueland creates everyday eco-friendly cleaning productions that save you money and space, without any plastic waste. Get 20% off your first order when you go to blueland.com/spirits.    Find Us Online If you like Spirits, help us grow by spreading the word! Follow us @SpiritsPodcast on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Goodreads. You can support us on Patreon (http://patreon.com/spiritspodcast) to unlock bonus Your Urban Legends episodes, director's commentaries, custom recipe cards, and so much more. We also have lists of our book recommendations and previous guests' books at http://spiritspodcast.com/books. Transcripts are available at http://spiritspodcast.com/episodes. To buy merch, hear us on other podcasts, contact us, find our mailing address, or download our press kit, head on over to http://spiritspodcast.com.   About Us Spirits was created by Julia Schifini, Amanda McLoughlin and Eric Schneider. We are founding members of Multitude, an independent podcast collective and production studio. Our music is "Danger Storm" by Kevin MacLeod (http://incompetech.com), licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0.

Batz is an emerald green island off Roscoff, in France's Brittany region. This land of a few square kilometres has 507 permanent residents; islanders who live off either tourism or farming. There are also day visitors, those who stay longer and a few lucky ones who have the privilege of owning a second home there. In summer, some 2,000 tourists arrive every day, a change of pace that the islanders prepare several months in advance. All the island's inhabitants are supplied by a barge, which makes a daily crossing to Roscoff.

C'est une perle d'émeraude au large de Roscoff (Finistère). Une terre de quelques kilomètres carrés où vivent à l'année 507 habitants. Il y a les visiteurs d'un jour, ceux qui restent plus longtemps. Et quelques chanceux qui ont le privilège d'y avoir une résidence secondaire. Tous les habitants sont ravitaillés grâce à une barge qui a vraiment facilité la vie des îliens. La vie s'y écoule simplement entre le travail des champs, le marché, la nature splendide et l'église de l'île. Mais l'été, c'est un tout autre rythme puisque 2 000 touristes y débarquent chaque jour. Un changement de rythme que les îliens préparent plusieurs mois à l'avance. 

This week Brewery Travels the Steel City, Pittsburgh, PA! On with Joel this week: Bob Batz Jr., writer and editor for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette who has covered the craft beer scene since its early days, and Kenny Gould, founder of Hop Culture Magazine and who is now Director of Strategic Sales at Untapped. They discuss a variety of topics, including the history of craft beer in the city, Pittsburgh Brewing Company's resurgence, Barrel & Flow Festival, and much more! Joel has visited over 900 breweries across 44 states plus Washington D.C. and has been able to make connections with many amazing individuals because of his travels. He is currently living on the road with his family, constantly “exploring more content and doing extensive research” (which just means visiting breweries and drinking beer)! The goal of Brewery Travels is to provide more information about craft beer scenes from around the country and shine a light on some of the excellent individual breweries that call these cities home. From Portland, Maine to San Diego, California. Austin, Texas to Duluth, Minnesota. The bright lights of New York City to the farmland of rural Iowa. Brewery Travels plans to run the gauntlet of locations, providing in-depth information on as many places as possible. With episodes coming out weekly on Thursdays, Brewery Travels is where you can get your fix if you enjoy a craft beer or traveling. Cheers! DRINK LOCAL EVERYWHERE! Follow Joel's travels on social media: Twitter: @brewerytravels Instagram: @brewery_travels Website: www.thebrewerytravels.com Episode 43: Pittsburgh, PA - Feat. Bob Batz Jr & Kenny Gould

This week we're bringing back one of my favorite interviews from the year so far.I had the opportunity to record this podcast with an incredible student of the Rockstar Program - Cristina Batz. This is a must re-listen to gain insight to how Cristina stepped into self-love, confidence, and resiliency from the 90 day Rockstar Program. If this episode inspired you, thank you for leaving a review on Apple Podcasts https://www.sarahmoody.com/itunes You can also comment on this podcasts Instagram post or take a screenshot of you listening on your device and post it to your Instagram Stories, LinkedIn, or Twitter. Tag me. @sarahlmoodyFull shownotes can be found at sarahmoody.com/podcasts/94

*Episode originally posted November 2018* In this episode, Giovanni Batz (@gio_batz) — an Indigenous researcher, the son of Guatemalan working class parents, and the paternal grandson of K'iche' Maya — talks about the history and struggle for Indigenous autonomy in the Ixil Region of Gutemala. His research interests include extractivist industries and megaprojects in Latin America, Guatemalan-Maya migration, displacement and diaspora, indigenous social movements, and human rights. Support www.patreon.com/redmediapr

Todo el mundo conoce a d'Artagnan, el héroe resplandeciente del icónico drama romántico de Alejandro Dumas, "Los tres mosqueteros" y su famoso lema: "Todos para uno y uno para todos". Pero, detrás de este héroe aventurero de la literatura popular de finales del siglo XIX, se esconde un personaje de la vida real: Charles de Batz de Castelmore. En un homenaje a Dumas, este documental confronta la ficción con la historia, al revelar la vida prolífica de este impetuoso gascón cuyas aventuras inspiraron la leyenda del manto y la espada. Un viaje por una vida que se cruza en el camino del famoso cardenal Mazarino, antes de convertirse en la mano derecha de Luis XIV, inmerso en las tramas geopolíticas de la Europa del siglo XVII.

On the podcast this week, I had the pleasure of talking with one of our Rockstars, Cristina Batz! I am SO excited for you to listen to this episode, it is full of energy and "WOW" moments.We discussed why she came to coaching, what transformations she's seen in her life through our tools and thought work, and how she's found self-love and self-compassion from the ability to allow herself to feel her emotions!Cristina is an incredible woman and really inspires me in the work she does. So, listen to the pod to learn about her journey over the last 90 days in the Rockstar Program. If this episode inspired you, thank you for leaving a review on Apple Podcasts https://www.sarahmoody.com/itunes You can also comment on this podcasts Instagram post or take a screenshot of you listening on your device and post it to your Instagram Stories, LinkedIn, or Twitter. Tag me. @sarahlmoodyFull shownotes can be found at sarahmoody.com/podcasts/87

Back with another episode, as Ace, Telly, Batz and Ref discuss pro wrestling and their loving fans. Is WWE copying from AEW? The best and worst factions in today's Pro Wrestling!!

That Was 3 is in full swing!! Neighborhood A$$h#!e and Batz are back along with Ace, the Ref to discuss pro wrestling call ups, name changes and part 2 of fantasy trades!!

The 4Beards journey to Gotham to see the Matt Reeves joint the Batman.  And all heck breaks loose in Beardland.

Do you need a warm-up before seeing The Batman? Was Rpatz's emo Batz's not doing it for you? Are you in the market for a campier, nipple sporting Cape Crusader? Flogalong with us as we sit down and rewatch Batman Forever because everyone (no one) asked us to! You'll find no topics discussed during this episode because there was no way I was going to listen back to a 2-hour recording with several minutes of awkward silences (as we, you know, watched the film), audio mishaps and probably a whole bunch of racist, homophobic and xenophobic slurs coming from the mouth of the Irish one. And anyway, listening to this is your job. I am only joking about the slurs. (probably) I haven't listened back...Val Kilmer, Jim Carrey, Tommy Lee Jones, Chris O'Donnell & a very horny Nicole Kidman await. This most likely will be our first and last Flogalong so enjoy it while it's here.Chapter Markers4:40The film begins - Press play25:55Audio mishap - pause the film! 27:03More mishaps, pause it again! 27:46Press play again. Ben's lost controlFilmFloggers Episodes - https://t.co/uHw3yuylDr?amp=1Come talk to Ben on Social Media...https://linktr.ee/FilmFloggershttps://www.instagram.com/filmfloggers/https://twitter.com/FilmFloggersGameFloggers Twitch - https://tinyurl.com/sabrbumtDo you want The Sopranos redefined for you? I thought so...https://twitter.com/SopranosRehttps://anchor.fm/sopranos-redefinedHelp Flog the Podcast by Rate and Reviewing! 1 Star content, 5-star effort! Apple iTunes - https://tinyurl.com/268ccs6cPodchaser - https://www.podchaser.com/users/filmfloggersGoodpods - https://goodpods.app.link/gEvDLhAJYibWebsitehttps://filmfloggers.buzzsprout.comEmail us your FilmFlog suggestions hosts@filmfloggers.comBatman (Val Kilmer) faces off against two foes: the schizophrenic, horribly scarred former District Attorney Harvey Dent, aka Two-Face (Tommy Lee Jones), and the Riddler (Jim Carrey), a disgruntled ex-Wayne Enterprises inventor seeking revenge against his former employer by unleashing his brain-sucking weapon on Gotham City's residents. As the caped crusader also deals with tortured memories of his parent's murder, he has a new romance with psychologist Chase Meridian (Nicole Kidman).Support the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/FilmFloggers)

In this episode Marta Valier talks to Giovanni Batz, President's Postdoctoral Fellow at the Department of Native American Studies at the University of California, Davis, about his upcoming book, titled The Fourth Invasion: Decolonizing Histories, Megaprojects and Ixil Resistance in Guatemala. He discusses the Ixil resistance, and the struggle against megaprojects in Guatemala analyzing topics like state-sponsored violence, the persecution of human rights defenders and activists, the negative impact of megaprojects on the indigenous communities, and the historical land inequality in Guatemala. Visit the Bradley Center. You can also browse Richard Cross's photos of the Mayan refugees in Chiapas, Mexico, 1983, escaping genocide. Visit the Center's digital collections and our curriculum website. Episode hosted and produced by Marta Valier.