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Developing countries require trillions of dollars a year to transition to clean energy and build climate-resilient infrastructure. So where will the money come from? Avinash Persaud, special advisor on climate risks to the president of the Inter-American Development Bank, joins Zero to make the case for giving more money to Multilateral Development Banks (MDBs), which already funnel hundreds of billions of dollars a year to poorer countries around the globe, much of which goes to climate projects. His pitch is now harder than ever to make as the US slashes international climate finance and European countries reduce their overseas aid budgets to support defense spending. Past episodes of Moving Money: How the financial system can work for climate, not against it The fight over finance brewing at COP29 Explore further: COP29: Exxon CEO Darren Woods Interview Transcript From UN Climate Summit Unlocking Climate Trillions With a Global Plan From a Sinking Island - Bloomberg Debt-for-Nature Swaps Gain Traction Among Developing Countries - Bloomberg Zero is a production of Bloomberg Green. Our producer is Oscar Boyd. Special thanks to: Mythili Rao, Sommer Saadi, Mohsis Andam, Blake Maples and Siobhan Wagner. Thoughts or suggestions? Email us at zeropod@bloomberg.net. For more coverage of climate change and solutions, visit https://www.bloomberg.com/green.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

 David Sheff's memoir Beautiful Boy became a #1 New York Times bestseller and a major film, chronicling his son Nic's harrowing battle with meth addiction. But before that, David was a music journalist who interviewed legends like John Lennon and Yoko Ono—an encounter that unexpectedly shaped his future as a father. In this episode, David traces how music once brought him joy, then grief—and, ultimately, a way back to his beautiful boy. Here are his songs. Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy) - John Lennon  Why - Yoko Ono Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles  Astral Weeks - Van Morrison Smells Like Teen Spirit - Patti Smith This Must Be the Place (Naïve Melody) - Talking Heads Listen to David Sheff's full playlist on Spotify. Find the transcript of this episode at lifeinsevensongs.com. Thoughts? Guest suggestions? Email us at lifeinsevensongs@sfstandard.com.

South Sydney enforcer Jai Arrow has praised teammate Jamie Humphreys after an outstanding debut for the club in their win over The Dolphins on Friday night. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

As a kid, Ariana Grande loved singing karaoke with her family. "I looked up to Whitney and Mariah and Celine endlessly," she says. "I think that's a large part of the reason why I learned to sing." She spoke with Tonya Mosley about auditioning for and landing the role of Glinda in Wicked, her signature whistle register, and how she quiets the voice of self-doubt.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

As a kid, Ariana Grande loved singing karaoke with her family. "I looked up to Whitney and Mariah and Celine endlessly," she says. "I think that's a large part of the reason why I learned to sing." She spoke with Tonya Mosley about auditioning for and landing the role of Glinda in Wicked, her signature whistle register, and how she quiets the voice of self-doubt.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Your morning briefing, the business news you need in just 15 minutes. On today's podcast: (1) UK inflation slipped below the Bank of England's 2% target for the first time in more than three years, spurring investors to bet on a quicker pace of interest-rate cuts in the coming months. (2) ASML shares plunged the most in 26 years after it booked only about half the orders analysts expected, a startling slowdown for one of the bellwethers of the semiconductor industry. (3)  LVMH's sales of fashion and leather goods fell for the first time since the pandemic as the industry's biggest player was hammered by a slump in demand from Chinese consumers whose appetite for high-end purchases once seemed insatiable. (4) Chinese stocks dipped after early fluctuations, in a sign of growing disappointment over the pace of stimulus rollout. (5) The European Union has prepared a list of American goods it could target with tariffs if former President Donald Trump wins the US election and follows through on his threat to hit the bloc with punitive trade measures. (6) UK Prime Minister Keir Starmer's political aides plan to confer with advocates for the nation's so-called non-dom population of wealthy foreigners amid concerns his Labour Party's intended tax hikes may end up costing money. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Welcome to Real News - A daily news podcast hosted by Meshel Laurie and Simon Baggs. Don't forget to follow and subscribe to get the latest episodes in your feed. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In Episode #194 of The XS Noize Podcast, host Mark Millar sits down with Eddi Reader and Mark Nevin of Fairground Attraction to discuss Beautiful Happening, their first album in 35 years. Fairground Attraction is best known for their 1988 Number 1 hit, Perfect, as well as their two BRIT Awards and platinum-selling debut album. However, the band split shortly after their success and didn't speak again—until now. Reuniting after 35 years, they're back with a new album, Beautiful Happening, a heartwarming story of reconciliation paired with a stunning record. Eddi Reader's vocals have never sounded better, and to top it off, the band will be hitting the road for a UK tour just days after the album's release! Eddi and Mark discuss getting back together, writing and recording the album, upcoming live shows, and more in this interview.  Or listen via YouTube | Apple Podcasts | Spotify | Amazon Music | RSS – Find The XS Noize Podcast's complete archive of episodes here. Previous XS Noize Podcast guests have included Peter Hook, Humanist, Sananda Maitreya, James, Crowded House, Elbow, Cast, Kula Shaker, Shed Seven, Future Islands, Peter Frampton, John Lydon, Bernard Butler, Steven Wilson, Betty Boo, Midge Ure, Travis, New Order, The Killers, Tito Jackson, Simple Minds, Divine Comedy, Shaun Ryder, Gary Numan, Sleaford Mods, The Brand New Heavies, Villagers, and many more.

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The Russian Foreign Intelligence Service says the US is working to replace Zelensky with a 'more manageable and less corrupt' figure; Sen.Lindsey Graham visited Kyiv yesterday, praising the Ukrainian attack on Kursk Oblast as "beautiful."

Theater critic J. Wynn Rousuck joins Midday to share a review of a pair of local theatre productions. Soft Power continues at Signature Theatre in Arlington, Va., through September 15, while Beautiful: The Carole King Musical continues at Olney Theatre Center through August 25. (DJ Corey Photography)Email us at midday@wypr.org, tweet us: @MiddayWYPR, or call us at 410-662-8780.

On COI #655, Kyle Anzalone breaks down the latest news from Ukraine, Israel, and Venezuela.

Since Voluntary Assisted Dying was legalised in Australia, over 2,460 terminally ill people have chosen this option. A report by Go Gentle Australia highlights the system's successes but calls for more trained healthcare professionals, streamlined processes, and better support for remote and First Nations communities.

Alice liked to be the boss. Her doctor had other ideas. By hardtimes x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Alice was not used to being kept waiting. She was a busy woman, for Christ's sake! She looked over to the young receptionist who instantly turned bright red and tried to look busy. Alice had already given the poor girl a hard time. twice. Not that she was in a position to do anything about it, of course.Alice looked at her watch again. A whole minute had passed since the last time. Didn't they realise she had a company to run?! Her foot began to twitch. Not a good sign, as anyone who worked for her was only too aware. It didn't help that, as far as Alice was concerned, this whole thing was a total waste of time. She was 35 and kept fit with regular visits to the gym. She had never had a day off sick in her life. What did she need a medical for? But the board had insisted. All senior management. No exceptions. The receptionist's phone rang. Another glance at the watch. Another minute had passed. Fuck them! They're a bunch of idiots anyway. Alice stood and headed for the door. The receptionist put down the phone. ‘Doctor Williams will see you now.' Every gram of her innate arrogance demanded her to continue her departure without so much as an acknowledgment to the receptionist. Hence the inordinate pause as Alice froze with her hand on the handle and the receptionist dare not breathe, before Alice turned, strode across to the other side of the reception, and launched herself through the door into Williams' consulting room. ‘Alice!' welcomed a somewhat startled Dr Williams. ‘Do take a seat.' ‘Ms Rawlinson, if you please.' She sat on the chair at the side of his desk. The foot still twitched. ‘Ms Rawlinson. Of course,' corrected a suitably admonished Williams, although he held her stare unflinchingly. How dare he?! No one held her stare. No one! Having been kept waiting for this charade to begin, Alice was in no mood to be challenged. A familiar burst of adrenaline shot through her body as her hackles rose. She wasted no time in making it clear to Williams that she did not have the time for this stupidity. She was perfectly healthy, and she had a business to run. She was here under duress. He should keep the examination to the essentials only, and conduct even those with the utmost efficiency. Williams allowed Alice to complete her diatribe. At which point he carefully placed his Mont Blanc pen on his pad, leant back in his chair, and looked at her patiently. The audacity! Didn't he know who she was? She wasn't just some junior manager; she was the CEO for fuck's sake! The good doctor was well aware of who she was but was not easily cowed. Williams gave a speech of his own, explaining that he also had a job to do which, this particular afternoon, required him to give her a thorough medical examination on the instructions of her board. It would take as long as was required. Her foot stopped twitching, her face flushed, and Alice became conscious of a warm tingling between her legs. She ignored it and, in a further attempt to take control, began to tell Williams what she thought he required. He quickly interrupted and assured her that he knew what he needed to ask. And so began the medical, with a raft of questions about her lifestyle and diet and family history and; In her life Alice always took control. In business meetings she made sure that she led them, regardless of who's the meeting was. That way she influenced the discussion and got what she wanted. In the office she was the boss, and no one questioned her decisions. It would be the same in her private life, if she had one. Occasionally, when away on business, she would role play subservient with some unsuspecting one night fuck she'd pick up in the hotel bar, but in reality even then she directed the whole thing. But here, with each personal question Williams asked, the balance of power shifted further in his favour. There was nothing she could do to wrest it back. This was not a circumstance Alice relished. Eventually it proved too much. Alice stood and picked up her bag. ‘You must have enough now, doctor. I have to be going.' ‘Sit down.' Williams didn't even look up from his notes. Alice froze, stunned by the man's presumptuousness. 'I said, sit down. I haven't finished yet.' 'Doctor Williams,' began Alice with as much authority in her voice as she could muster. 'Sit!' barked Williams. Alice sat. Her knickers were damp. Absurd! She put it down to the fact that she hadn't enjoyed any cock for nearly a month. God, she'd probably feel the same with the office junior right now. Now, there was a thought. A few more questions and the interrogation was over. But if Alice thought her position was about to improve, she was mistaken. 'Take off your clothes, please,' said Williams as he moved over to the scales. 'Is that really necessary?' queried Alice. Williams remained silent, adjusting the scales. Alice kicked off her shoes and removed her trousers and blouse. 'Everything.' Such was the authority in Williams' voice that Alice unclipped her bra and slipped off her knickers without further question. For the first time in her life Alice found herself stark naked in the presence of, and at the instruction of, a fully clothed man. A warm tingling began again between her legs. This time she chose not to ignore it. She tried to remind herself this was a medical, that the doctor was just doing his job. But this vulnerability was a new sensation for her. and she liked it. For the first time she looked at Williams properly. and she liked that too. Similar age to her. Nice arse. Good body. Obviously works out. With the utmost professionalism, Williams recorded her weight. When it came to her height, as she stood against the wall, she stood tall, thrusting out her full, shapely breasts. But still nothing. Not one casual brush of the hand. Not even a glance at her naked body. Never mind. It was only a thought. 'Stand over there, please,' Williams said, pointing to the centre of the room as he returned to his desk and made some notes. 'Can I put my clothes back on?' Alice asked. 'No.' After what seemed like an eternity, Williams swung round in his chair, steepled his fingers under his chin, and cast his eyes up and down Alice's still naked body. She felt his gaze over her every curve. The tingling spread from between her legs through the rest of her. 'When did you last have sex, Ms Rawlinson?' He broke the silence. 'I beg your pardon?' Alice was somewhat aghast. 'I asked when you last had sex.' Alice hesitated. 'About a month ago.' 'Is that normal for you?' 'Not at all. It's just been a busy of late. What with.' 'So how often do you normally have sex?' interrupted Williams. 'I don't know. Once or twice a week, I guess.' 'And do you prefer to fuck or be fucked.' Alice struggled to decide whether such questions were ethical, but her pussy liked it. She could feel herself getting wetter. 'I like to be in control.' Williams explained himself. 'You see, Ms Rawlinson, your board feel that you are somewhat over authoritative and have asked me to investigate this further. I was just wondering whether it was linked to sexual frustration, but, based on your answers, I'd say not.' 'My board are prats,' retorted Alice. 'That's as may be, but I am obliged to report back to them on their concerns.' 'You're going to report back to them on my sex life?!' 'No. I don't think that will be necessary. I think it is just a matter of you being an overbearing control freak.' 'What?! How dare you say.' Again, Williams didn't allow Alice to finish her objection. 'But what I can do is try to address how that manifests itself in your behaviour.' At this, Williams stood and began to circle Alice. She felt his eyes exploring every inch of her body as her did so. Her heart raced. 'Are you cold,' he asked. 'No,' she replied. 'It's just that your nipples are erect.' At that he took each nipple with a thumb and forefinger, and rolled them around. Alice gasped. 'Beautiful,' he added. Alice wasn't sure if she was hearing him correctly. 'Sorry?' 'I said your nipples are beautiful. Solid, unyielding.' At that he released them, supported the weight of her left breast in his hand, and placed a soft kiss on the nipple. He ran his tongue around it, and he kissed it once again. Williams stepped away. Alice wanted more. He moved behind her. She felt his hands cup her buttocks. 'Now, I could recommend that the board send you on an interpersonal skills course.' 'Go to hell,' exploded Alice. She felt the full force of Williams' hand as he slapped her arse. She yelped. 'What did you say?' 'I said, go to hell.' A second, more forceful slap landed on her other cheek. She cried out with pain and felt a heavy throbbing in her pussy. God, she needed cock! Instead she felt soothing kisses calming her stinging buttocks. No hands. Just the light touch of his lips with each kiss. 'There is an alternative, of course,' he said between kisses. 'But I'm not sure you could see it through.' She felt him run his tongue over one buttock. 'Try me.' 'You said you liked to be in control.' He ran his tongue over her other cheek. 'Yes.' 'I think it's a fear that leads you to that.' Alice closed her eyes and wallowed in the tender attentions being given to her still smarting bottom. The contrast was thrilling. 'You need to try ceding control to someone else. Immersion therapy, if you like. I suggest you try it in your personal life before business, for obvious reasons. And, seeing time seems to be short for you, I recommend a jump in the deep end. Specifically, your sex life.' Alice screamed as Williams sunk his teeth into her arse, and she nearly came. 'Do you think you could do that?' 'I could try.' Williams moved round in front of Alice. He was totally naked. Her eyes fell immediately onto his cock, large and proud before her, and then on to the leather collar and leash he held in his hand. 'On your knees,' he ordered. Alice fought her habitual objection and knelt. Her breathing deepened. Williams took his cock in his hand and rubbed the tip against her lips. Alice opened her mouth and felt his length slip to the back of her throat. Satisfyingly broad as he was long, he filled her mouth, and she sucked on him greedily as he secured the collar around her neck. She held his balls in one hand, firm and full, and fondled them. She began to move on and off of him, slowly, teasingly, running her tongue around his tip each time before going back onto him and slipping her forefinger on behind his balls to tickle his perineum as she did so. He moaned with pleasure. Then, quite without warning, he grabbed her head with both hands and, holding her firm, he furiously thrust his erection in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping on her chin, his bell end reaching deep into her throat causing her to gag a little each time, until, equally suddenly, he pulled right out of her and pushed her to the floor. 'Bastard!' she cried. Williams grabbed the leash and pulled Alice up onto her feet. He held the leash high, forcing Alice onto tiptoes. His face was right up against hers. He kissed her softly. His naked body brushed lightly against hers. She could feel his chest against her breasts and the tip of his cock, still damp from her mouth, against her stomach. Then she felt his hand slip between her legs. She parted them as far as she was able given her position, and his finger slipped inside her. She was sodden. 'Do you want me to fuck you?' 'Yes.' 'Yes, what?' 'Yes, please.' 'Better.' Williams led Alice to his desk and pushed her over it. Once again she parted her legs. This time she felt Williams tease her arsehole briefly with his cock, before slipping down and into her hungry pussy. Despite his size, he penetrated her easily, filling her as satisfyingly as he had her mouth. With one hand holding her back onto him by her hip and the other reaching round to finger her clit, Williams began to plunge himself in and out of her. She could feel his inches as they moved from her entrance to her depths and back again. Alice gripped him hard inside her. She could feel her pussy throbbing and tension coiling within her. Williams built up the speed of his fucking, and with it the force of each thrust. She felt as though he was going to split her apart. His balls slapped against her thighs. His finger worked her aroused clit with increasing pressure. She could feel her body start to convulse and her grip on his shaft tighten even more as the pulsating of her pussy built, and he too must have sensed her imminent climax. 'Do you want to come,' he asked without pausing his motions. 'Yes,' she cried as best she was able. 'Yes, what?' 'Yes, please.' 'Denied.' 'What?!' Once again Williams slapped Alice's naked arse. She screamed out. 'Do you understand?' asked Williams. 'Yes.' 'Yes, what?' 'Yes, sir.' Despite his denial, Williams continued to fuck her mercilessly. She could feel her pussy spasm as her ecstasy increased. She fought it with all her will power, but it was growing undeniable. She thought she was not going to be able to hold back when, suddenly, Williams exploded into her, flooding her vagina with spunk. He grabbed both her hips and pounded out his final thrusts. She gripped him tightly inside her, milking him of every ounce of come he had. It was nearly enough to tip her over the top, but he pulled out of her before she too could come. Alice lay, exhausted, spread over his desk. He tugged the leash. She stood, her hair falling matted over her face. 'Lick me clean,' he demanded. Alice went to her knees and licked her juices off of his shaft, sucking out the final drops of come. Task complete, Williams was once again leading Alice by her leash. This time to his examination table behind a curtain. Following his instructions, she lay on her back upon it. He took her wrists and raised her arms above her head, stretching her up breasts, topped with her engorged nipples, and secured her wrists into two leather straps on the wall at the end of the table. Standing beside her, Williams looked deep into her eyes before placing his lips upon hers and kissing her with a sensuous passion. The kiss lasted eternity as his hands softly caressed her breast and his thumb ran around her nipple, before moving on down over her stomach and her mound. The tip of his finger touched lightly on her clit. He stroked it, barely discernibly, as he moved down to kiss her succulent breasts. Alice groaned with pleasure. 'Close your eyes,' he said, 'and open your legs'. Alice raised her knees and spread her legs, to reveal her dripping pussy between them. She closed her eyes and lost herself in what was to follow. Warm breath on her pussy. Tender fingers parting her lips. One gentle kiss delivered onto her moist flesh within. Her lips were parted further, and she luxuriated in the sensation of tongue being run up the left lip, on over her clit, and down along the right lip. Once, twice, three times. And, after a fourth, of it moving slowly, dead centre, along the length of her slit. She lost herself further to the sensation of her clit being suckled and flicked. She ached to feel tongue dipping inside of her, and she didn't have to wait long. Sedate laps, each pressing deeper than the last, until finally penetrating her pussy, in and out, eventually to be replaced by searching fingers, first one, then a second, stroking inside of her as her clit was once again suckled. She gripped the fingers within her and lifted her hips as high as she could manage to improve the angle of their penetration. The tension was building within her once again. She could feel the pulsing of her pussy and the tingling spreading on through her body. She tried to deny herself a while longer to heighten the climax when it finally came, but the ecstasy became to much as a third finger slipped into her arse, and Alice screamed out in heavenly orgasm like never before. Alice lay on the table, wrists still bound, breasts still high, legs spread, breathless and satisfied. She opened her eyes to see the cute receptionist lift her head from between her thighs, a smile on her face and her mouth glistening with Alice's juices and Williams' earlier deposited spunk. 'Doctor Williams apologises,' explained the receptionist. 'He had to leave for an important meeting. He left instructions for you to return at the same time next week.' 'I'm not sure that.' started Alice before the receptionist interrupted her. 'It was an instruction, Ms Rawlinson,' she clarified as she reached for the electric prod and dildo. Accepting her medicine, Alice closed her eyes again as the receptionist's head disappeared once more between her legs to administer a final session of therapy. By Hardtimes x for Literotica

Alice liked to be the boss. Her doctor had other ideas. By hardtimes x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Alice was not used to being kept waiting. She was a busy woman, for Christ's sake! She looked over to the young receptionist who instantly turned bright red and tried to look busy. Alice had already given the poor girl a hard time. twice. Not that she was in a position to do anything about it, of course.Alice looked at her watch again. A whole minute had passed since the last time. Didn't they realise she had a company to run?! Her foot began to twitch. Not a good sign, as anyone who worked for her was only too aware. It didn't help that, as far as Alice was concerned, this whole thing was a total waste of time. She was 35 and kept fit with regular visits to the gym. She had never had a day off sick in her life. What did she need a medical for? But the board had insisted. All senior management. No exceptions. The receptionist's phone rang. Another glance at the watch. Another minute had passed. Fuck them! They're a bunch of idiots anyway. Alice stood and headed for the door. The receptionist put down the phone. ‘Doctor Williams will see you now.' Every gram of her innate arrogance demanded her to continue her departure without so much as an acknowledgment to the receptionist. Hence the inordinate pause as Alice froze with her hand on the handle and the receptionist dare not breathe, before Alice turned, strode across to the other side of the reception, and launched herself through the door into Williams' consulting room. ‘Alice!' welcomed a somewhat startled Dr Williams. ‘Do take a seat.' ‘Ms Rawlinson, if you please.' She sat on the chair at the side of his desk. The foot still twitched. ‘Ms Rawlinson. Of course,' corrected a suitably admonished Williams, although he held her stare unflinchingly. How dare he?! No one held her stare. No one! Having been kept waiting for this charade to begin, Alice was in no mood to be challenged. A familiar burst of adrenaline shot through her body as her hackles rose. She wasted no time in making it clear to Williams that she did not have the time for this stupidity. She was perfectly healthy, and she had a business to run. She was here under duress. He should keep the examination to the essentials only, and conduct even those with the utmost efficiency. Williams allowed Alice to complete her diatribe. At which point he carefully placed his Mont Blanc pen on his pad, leant back in his chair, and looked at her patiently. The audacity! Didn't he know who she was? She wasn't just some junior manager; she was the CEO for fuck's sake! The good doctor was well aware of who she was but was not easily cowed. Williams gave a speech of his own, explaining that he also had a job to do which, this particular afternoon, required him to give her a thorough medical examination on the instructions of her board. It would take as long as was required. Her foot stopped twitching, her face flushed, and Alice became conscious of a warm tingling between her legs. She ignored it and, in a further attempt to take control, began to tell Williams what she thought he required. He quickly interrupted and assured her that he knew what he needed to ask. And so began the medical, with a raft of questions about her lifestyle and diet and family history and; In her life Alice always took control. In business meetings she made sure that she led them, regardless of who's the meeting was. That way she influenced the discussion and got what she wanted. In the office she was the boss, and no one questioned her decisions. It would be the same in her private life, if she had one. Occasionally, when away on business, she would role play subservient with some unsuspecting one night fuck she'd pick up in the hotel bar, but in reality even then she directed the whole thing. But here, with each personal question Williams asked, the balance of power shifted further in his favour. There was nothing she could do to wrest it back. This was not a circumstance Alice relished. Eventually it proved too much. Alice stood and picked up her bag. ‘You must have enough now, doctor. I have to be going.' ‘Sit down.' Williams didn't even look up from his notes. Alice froze, stunned by the man's presumptuousness. 'I said, sit down. I haven't finished yet.' 'Doctor Williams,' began Alice with as much authority in her voice as she could muster. 'Sit!' barked Williams. Alice sat. Her knickers were damp. Absurd! She put it down to the fact that she hadn't enjoyed any cock for nearly a month. God, she'd probably feel the same with the office junior right now. Now, there was a thought. A few more questions and the interrogation was over. But if Alice thought her position was about to improve, she was mistaken. 'Take off your clothes, please,' said Williams as he moved over to the scales. 'Is that really necessary?' queried Alice. Williams remained silent, adjusting the scales. Alice kicked off her shoes and removed her trousers and blouse. 'Everything.' Such was the authority in Williams' voice that Alice unclipped her bra and slipped off her knickers without further question. For the first time in her life Alice found herself stark naked in the presence of, and at the instruction of, a fully clothed man. A warm tingling began again between her legs. This time she chose not to ignore it. She tried to remind herself this was a medical, that the doctor was just doing his job. But this vulnerability was a new sensation for her. and she liked it. For the first time she looked at Williams properly. and she liked that too. Similar age to her. Nice arse. Good body. Obviously works out. With the utmost professionalism, Williams recorded her weight. When it came to her height, as she stood against the wall, she stood tall, thrusting out her full, shapely breasts. But still nothing. Not one casual brush of the hand. Not even a glance at her naked body. Never mind. It was only a thought. 'Stand over there, please,' Williams said, pointing to the centre of the room as he returned to his desk and made some notes. 'Can I put my clothes back on?' Alice asked. 'No.' After what seemed like an eternity, Williams swung round in his chair, steepled his fingers under his chin, and cast his eyes up and down Alice's still naked body. She felt his gaze over her every curve. The tingling spread from between her legs through the rest of her. 'When did you last have sex, Ms Rawlinson?' He broke the silence. 'I beg your pardon?' Alice was somewhat aghast. 'I asked when you last had sex.' Alice hesitated. 'About a month ago.' 'Is that normal for you?' 'Not at all. It's just been a busy of late. What with.' 'So how often do you normally have sex?' interrupted Williams. 'I don't know. Once or twice a week, I guess.' 'And do you prefer to fuck or be fucked.' Alice struggled to decide whether such questions were ethical, but her pussy liked it. She could feel herself getting wetter. 'I like to be in control.' Williams explained himself. 'You see, Ms Rawlinson, your board feel that you are somewhat over authoritative and have asked me to investigate this further. I was just wondering whether it was linked to sexual frustration, but, based on your answers, I'd say not.' 'My board are prats,' retorted Alice. 'That's as may be, but I am obliged to report back to them on their concerns.' 'You're going to report back to them on my sex life?!' 'No. I don't think that will be necessary. I think it is just a matter of you being an overbearing control freak.' 'What?! How dare you say.' Again, Williams didn't allow Alice to finish her objection. 'But what I can do is try to address how that manifests itself in your behaviour.' At this, Williams stood and began to circle Alice. She felt his eyes exploring every inch of her body as her did so. Her heart raced. 'Are you cold,' he asked. 'No,' she replied. 'It's just that your nipples are erect.' At that he took each nipple with a thumb and forefinger, and rolled them around. Alice gasped. 'Beautiful,' he added. Alice wasn't sure if she was hearing him correctly. 'Sorry?' 'I said your nipples are beautiful. Solid, unyielding.' At that he released them, supported the weight of her left breast in his hand, and placed a soft kiss on the nipple. He ran his tongue around it, and he kissed it once again. Williams stepped away. Alice wanted more. He moved behind her. She felt his hands cup her buttocks. 'Now, I could recommend that the board send you on an interpersonal skills course.' 'Go to hell,' exploded Alice. She felt the full force of Williams' hand as he slapped her arse. She yelped. 'What did you say?' 'I said, go to hell.' A second, more forceful slap landed on her other cheek. She cried out with pain and felt a heavy throbbing in her pussy. God, she needed cock! Instead she felt soothing kisses calming her stinging buttocks. No hands. Just the light touch of his lips with each kiss. 'There is an alternative, of course,' he said between kisses. 'But I'm not sure you could see it through.' She felt him run his tongue over one buttock. 'Try me.' 'You said you liked to be in control.' He ran his tongue over her other cheek. 'Yes.' 'I think it's a fear that leads you to that.' Alice closed her eyes and wallowed in the tender attentions being given to her still smarting bottom. The contrast was thrilling. 'You need to try ceding control to someone else. Immersion therapy, if you like. I suggest you try it in your personal life before business, for obvious reasons. And, seeing time seems to be short for you, I recommend a jump in the deep end. Specifically, your sex life.' Alice screamed as Williams sunk his teeth into her arse, and she nearly came. 'Do you think you could do that?' 'I could try.' Williams moved round in front of Alice. He was totally naked. Her eyes fell immediately onto his cock, large and proud before her, and then on to the leather collar and leash he held in his hand. 'On your knees,' he ordered. Alice fought her habitual objection and knelt. Her breathing deepened. Williams took his cock in his hand and rubbed the tip against her lips. Alice opened her mouth and felt his length slip to the back of her throat. Satisfyingly broad as he was long, he filled her mouth, and she sucked on him greedily as he secured the collar around her neck. She held his balls in one hand, firm and full, and fondled them. She began to move on and off of him, slowly, teasingly, running her tongue around his tip each time before going back onto him and slipping her forefinger on behind his balls to tickle his perineum as she did so. He moaned with pleasure. Then, quite without warning, he grabbed her head with both hands and, holding her firm, he furiously thrust his erection in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping on her chin, his bell end reaching deep into her throat causing her to gag a little each time, until, equally suddenly, he pulled right out of her and pushed her to the floor. 'Bastard!' she cried. Williams grabbed the leash and pulled Alice up onto her feet. He held the leash high, forcing Alice onto tiptoes. His face was right up against hers. He kissed her softly. His naked body brushed lightly against hers. She could feel his chest against her breasts and the tip of his cock, still damp from her mouth, against her stomach. Then she felt his hand slip between her legs. She parted them as far as she was able given her position, and his finger slipped inside her. She was sodden. 'Do you want me to fuck you?' 'Yes.' 'Yes, what?' 'Yes, please.' 'Better.' Williams led Alice to his desk and pushed her over it. Once again she parted her legs. This time she felt Williams tease her arsehole briefly with his cock, before slipping down and into her hungry pussy. Despite his size, he penetrated her easily, filling her as satisfyingly as he had her mouth. With one hand holding her back onto him by her hip and the other reaching round to finger her clit, Williams began to plunge himself in and out of her. She could feel his inches as they moved from her entrance to her depths and back again. Alice gripped him hard inside her. She could feel her pussy throbbing and tension coiling within her. Williams built up the speed of his fucking, and with it the force of each thrust. She felt as though he was going to split her apart. His balls slapped against her thighs. His finger worked her aroused clit with increasing pressure. She could feel her body start to convulse and her grip on his shaft tighten even more as the pulsating of her pussy built, and he too must have sensed her imminent climax. 'Do you want to come,' he asked without pausing his motions. 'Yes,' she cried as best she was able. 'Yes, what?' 'Yes, please.' 'Denied.' 'What?!' Once again Williams slapped Alice's naked arse. She screamed out. 'Do you understand?' asked Williams. 'Yes.' 'Yes, what?' 'Yes, sir.' Despite his denial, Williams continued to fuck her mercilessly. She could feel her pussy spasm as her ecstasy increased. She fought it with all her will power, but it was growing undeniable. She thought she was not going to be able to hold back when, suddenly, Williams exploded into her, flooding her vagina with spunk. He grabbed both her hips and pounded out his final thrusts. She gripped him tightly inside her, milking him of every ounce of come he had. It was nearly enough to tip her over the top, but he pulled out of her before she too could come. Alice lay, exhausted, spread over his desk. He tugged the leash. She stood, her hair falling matted over her face. 'Lick me clean,' he demanded. Alice went to her knees and licked her juices off of his shaft, sucking out the final drops of come. Task complete, Williams was once again leading Alice by her leash. This time to his examination table behind a curtain. Following his instructions, she lay on her back upon it. He took her wrists and raised her arms above her head, stretching her up breasts, topped with her engorged nipples, and secured her wrists into two leather straps on the wall at the end of the table. Standing beside her, Williams looked deep into her eyes before placing his lips upon hers and kissing her with a sensuous passion. The kiss lasted eternity as his hands softly caressed her breast and his thumb ran around her nipple, before moving on down over her stomach and her mound. The tip of his finger touched lightly on her clit. He stroked it, barely discernibly, as he moved down to kiss her succulent breasts. Alice groaned with pleasure. 'Close your eyes,' he said, 'and open your legs'. Alice raised her knees and spread her legs, to reveal her dripping pussy between them. She closed her eyes and lost herself in what was to follow. Warm breath on her pussy. Tender fingers parting her lips. One gentle kiss delivered onto her moist flesh within. Her lips were parted further, and she luxuriated in the sensation of tongue being run up the left lip, on over her clit, and down along the right lip. Once, twice, three times. And, after a fourth, of it moving slowly, dead centre, along the length of her slit. She lost herself further to the sensation of her clit being suckled and flicked. She ached to feel tongue dipping inside of her, and she didn't have to wait long. Sedate laps, each pressing deeper than the last, until finally penetrating her pussy, in and out, eventually to be replaced by searching fingers, first one, then a second, stroking inside of her as her clit was once again suckled. She gripped the fingers within her and lifted her hips as high as she could manage to improve the angle of their penetration. The tension was building within her once again. She could feel the pulsing of her pussy and the tingling spreading on through her body. She tried to deny herself a while longer to heighten the climax when it finally came, but the ecstasy became to much as a third finger slipped into her arse, and Alice screamed out in heavenly orgasm like never before. Alice lay on the table, wrists still bound, breasts still high, legs spread, breathless and satisfied. She opened her eyes to see the cute receptionist lift her head from between her thighs, a smile on her face and her mouth glistening with Alice's juices and Williams' earlier deposited spunk. 'Doctor Williams apologises,' explained the receptionist. 'He had to leave for an important meeting. He left instructions for you to return at the same time next week.' 'I'm not sure that.' started Alice before the receptionist interrupted her. 'It was an instruction, Ms Rawlinson,' she clarified as she reached for the electric prod and dildo. Accepting her medicine, Alice closed her eyes again as the receptionist's head disappeared once more between her legs to administer a final session of therapy. By Hardtimes x for Literotica

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Zach Williams' collection of short stories, Beautiful Days, has earned high praise for the unsettling way it examines mundane, everyday life. In today's episode, Williams tells NPR's Sacha Pfeiffer how becoming a dad inspired the anxiety and wonder of parenthood that shows up throughout Beautiful Days, and the two get to talking about why he chose to focus on the "quickness and musicality" of short stories over writing a novel. To listen to Book of the Day sponsor-free and support NPR's book coverage, sign up for Book of the Day+ at plus.npr.org/bookofthedayLearn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Apart from playing the Phantom in The Phantom of the Opera on the West End and in Australia, Tony in the West Side Story (Australia), Jean Valjean in Les Misérables (West End), being one of the world-renowned 'Ten Tenors', and starring in 'Cats' and 'Beautiful' (Australia) and Hairspray (UK), Josh Piterman is also a podcaster, mediocre dancer and deep-thinker, who's annoyingly handsome, funny and charming. Other than that, he's a dud. Enjoy. Also, if you heard BetterHelp on the show today, you can get 10% off your first month at BetterHelp.com.au/TYPSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Avant-garde singer-songwriter and musician Azalia Snail joins Rob in the TRGMH studio to discuss an artist near and dear to her heart - Melanie Safka aka Melanie - and some of her greatest hits: "But maybe it'll all be alright, ma Maybe it'll all be okay Well, if the people are buying tears I'll be rich someday, ma Look what they done to my song..." Songs discussed in this episode: California Dreamin' - Melanie; Take Away His Power, Expert Outlier, Zap You Of That Hate - Azalia Snail; Oh Happy Day - The Edwin Hawkins Singers; Lay Down (Candles In The Rain) - Melanie; Look What They've Done To My Song - The New Seekers; What Have They Done To My Song, Ma, Brand New Key, Ruby Tuesday, The Nickel Song, Bobo's Party, Good Book, Christopher Robin, Animal Crackers, Psychotherapy (Live), Beautiful People, Leftover Wine, Peace Will Come (According To Plan), People In The Front Row - Melanie; Becomes Clear To Them - Azalia Snail; Sign In The Window (Bob Dylan cover) - Melanie

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Welcome to Season 3 of Encore! When the Landmark Las Vegas sphere opened up in September of 2023, with its $2.3 Billion dollar price tag, its 300 tons of steel, 16K resolution screens, 1,600 speakers and 4D machines capable of pumping in wind, scent and more into the venue… There was never any doubt that there was only one band in the world capable of matching the Sphere's fantastical ambitions… and that band was the Iconic U2. Officially forming in 1976,U2 had an unbelievably successful run from around 1980 all the way through to about 1997, culminating with their first Best of Collection released in ‘98 with such classics as Pride (In The Name Of Love), New Year's Day, Sunday Bloody Sunday, Desire, and many more. Normally, in any band's career - this would probably be enough - you've had the better part of 20 years on top, with critical and commercial success rivaling *literally* any artist that ever lived - it's probably time to realize that your best days are behind you. Right? U2 did *not* get that particular memo to take it easy, because they did none of the above, and as the world prepared to roll over into a brand new millennium... U2 knew there was plenty of a ‘Beautiful Day' to be had. This is the story of U2's comeback single, the iconic 'Beautiful Day' with newly unearthed audio from the band. Also features audio from the official Making Of Beautiful Day Music Video Encore is now available on the following Radio Stations in Canada! Newstalk 1010 610 CKTB 580 CFRA Ottawa AM 1150 CFAX 1070 AM800 CKLW CJAD 800 Check your local listings for air times  

A dramatic reading by Jason Louv of the 1819 poem "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" by John Keats, set to music by Jason. Not uncommon for the 19th century, it is awash in occult and Hermetic symbolism.  Show Links Magick.Me Magick.Me's Fast-Growing YouTube Channel: Like and Subscribe!!!   The full text of the poem follows: "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" John Keats CANTO I Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf The shadows of melodious utterance. But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die; For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, 'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?' Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse Be poet's or fanatic's will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. Methought I stood where trees of every clime, Palm, myrtle, oak, and sycamore, and beech, With plantain, and spice blossoms, made a screen; In neighbourhood of fountains, by the noise Soft showering in my ears, and, by the touch Of scent, not far from roses. Turning round I saw an arbour with a drooping roof Of trellis vines, and bells, and larger blooms, Like floral censers swinging light in air; Before its wreathed doorway, on a mound Of moss, was spread a feast of summer fruits, Which, nearer seen, seem'd refuse of a meal By angel tasted or our Mother Eve; For empty shells were scattered on the grass, And grape stalks but half bare, and remnants more, Sweet smelling, whose pure kinds I could not know. Still was more plenty than the fabled horn Thrice emptied could pour forth, at banqueting For Proserpine return'd to her own fields, Where the white heifers low. And appetite More yearning than on earth I ever felt Growing within, I ate deliciously; And, after not long, thirsted, for thereby Stood a cool vessel of transparent juice Sipp'd by the wander'd bee, the which I took, And, pledging all the mortals of the world, And all the dead whose names are in our lips, Drank. That full draught is parent of my theme. No Asian poppy nor elixir fine Of the soon fading jealous Caliphat, No poison gender'd in close monkish cell To thin the scarlet conclave of old men, Could so have rapt unwilling life away. Among the fragrant husks and berries crush'd, Upon the grass I struggled hard against The domineering potion; but in vain: The cloudy swoon came on, and down I sunk Like a Silenus on an antique vase. How long I slumber'd 'tis a chance to guess. When sense of life return'd, I started up As if with wings; but the fair trees were gone, The mossy mound and arbour were no more: I look'd around upon the carved sides Of an old sanctuary with roof august, Builded so high, it seem'd that filmed clouds Might spread beneath, as o'er the stars of heaven; So old the place was, I remember'd none The like upon the earth: what I had seen Of grey cathedrals, buttress'd walls, rent towers, The superannuations of sunk realms, Or Nature's rocks toil'd hard in waves and winds, Seem'd but the faulture of decrepit things To that eternal domed monument. Upon the marble at my feet there lay Store of strange vessels and large draperies, Which needs had been of dyed asbestos wove, Or in that place the moth could not corrupt, So white the linen, so, in some, distinct Ran imageries from a sombre loom. All in a mingled heap confus'd there lay Robes, golden tongs, censer and chafing dish, Girdles, and chains, and holy jewelries. Turning from these with awe, once more I rais'd My eyes to fathom the space every way; The embossed roof, the silent massy range Of columns north and south, ending in mist Of nothing, then to eastward, where black gates Were shut against the sunrise evermore. Then to the west I look'd, and saw far off An image, huge of feature as a cloud, At level of whose feet an altar slept, To be approach'd on either side by steps, And marble balustrade, and patient travail To count with toil the innumerable degrees. Towards the altar sober paced I went, Repressing haste, as too unholy there; And, coming nearer, saw beside the shrine One minist'ring; and there arose a flame. When in mid May the sickening East wind Shifts sudden to the south, the small warm rain Melts out the frozen incense from all flowers, And fills the air with so much pleasant health That even the dying man forgets his shroud; Even so that lofty sacrificial fire, Sending forth Maian incense, spread around Forgetfulness of everything but bliss, And clouded all the altar with soft smoke, From whose white fragrant curtains thus I heard Language pronounc'd: 'If thou canst not ascend 'These steps, die on that marble where thou art. 'Thy flesh, near cousin to the common dust, 'Will parch for lack of nutriment thy bones 'Will wither in few years, and vanish so 'That not the quickest eye could find a grain 'Of what thou now art on that pavement cold. 'The sands of thy short life are spent this hour, 'And no hand in the universe can turn 'Thy hourglass, if these gummed leaves be burnt 'Ere thou canst mount up these immortal steps.' I heard, I look'd: two senses both at once, So fine, so subtle, felt the tyranny Of that fierce threat and the hard task proposed. Prodigious seem'd the toil, the leaves were yet Burning when suddenly a palsied chill Struck from the paved level up my limbs, And was ascending quick to put cold grasp Upon those streams that pulse beside the throat: I shriek'd; and the sharp anguish of my shriek Stung my own ears I strove hard to escape The numbness; strove to gain the lowest step. Slow, heavy, deadly was my pace: the cold Grew stifling, suffocating, at the heart; And when I clasp'd my hands I felt them not. One minute before death, my iced foot touch'd The lowest stair; and as it touch'd, life seem'd To pour in at the toes: I mounted up, As once fair angels on a ladder flew From the green turf to Heaven. 'Holy Power,' Cried I, approaching near the horned shrine, 'What am I that should so be saved from death? 'What am I that another death come not 'To choke my utterance sacrilegious here?' Then said the veiled shadow 'Thou hast felt 'What 'tis to die and live again before 'Thy fated hour. That thou hadst power to do so 'Is thy own safety; thou hast dated on 'Thy doom.' 'High Prophetess,' said I, 'purge off, 'Benign, if so it please thee, my mind's film.' 'None can usurp this height,' return'd that shade, 'But those to whom the miseries of the world 'Are misery, and will not let them rest. 'All else who find a haven in the world, 'Where they may thoughtless sleep away their days, 'If by a chance into this fane they come, 'Rot on the pavement where thou rottedst half.' 'Are there not thousands in the world,' said I, Encourag'd by the sooth voice of the shade, 'Who love their fellows even to the death; 'Who feel the giant agony of the world; 'And more, like slaves to poor humanity, 'Labour for mortal good? I sure should see 'Other men here; but I am here alone.' 'Those whom thou spak'st of are no vision'ries,' Rejoin'd that voice; 'they are no dreamers weak; 'They seek no wonder but the human face, 'No music but a happy noted voice; 'They come not here, they have no thought to come; 'And thou art here, for thou art less than they: 'What benefit canst thou do, or all thy tribe, 'To the great world? Thou art a dreaming thing, 'A fever of thyself think of the Earth; 'What bliss even in hope is there for thee? 'What haven? every creature hath its home; 'Every sole man hath days of joy and pain, 'Whether his labours be sublime or low 'The pain alone; the joy alone; distinct: 'Only the dreamer venoms all his days, 'Bearing more woe than all his sins deserve. 'Therefore, that happiness be somewhat shar'd, 'Such things as thou art are admitted oft 'Into like gardens thou didst pass erewhile, 'And suffer'd in these temples: for that cause 'Thou standest safe beneath this statue's knees.' 'That I am favour'd for unworthiness, 'By such propitious parley medicin'd 'In sickness not ignoble, I rejoice, 'Aye, and could weep for love of such award.' So answer'd I, continuing, 'If it please, 'Majestic shadow, tell me: sure not all 'Those melodies sung into the world's ear 'Are useless: sure a poet is a sage; 'A humanist, physician to all men. 'That I am none I feel, as vultures feel 'They are no birds when eagles are abroad. 'What am I then? Thou spakest of my tribe: 'What tribe?' The tall shade veil'd in drooping white Then spake, so much more earnest, that the breath Moved the thin linen folds that drooping hung About a golden censer from the hand Pendent. 'Art thou not of the dreamer tribe? 'The poet and the dreamer are distinct, 'Diverse, sheer opposite, antipodes. 'The one pours out a balm upon the world, 'The other vexes it.' Then shouted I Spite of myself, and with a Pythia's spleen, 'Apollo! faded! O far flown Apollo! 'Where is thy misty pestilence to creep 'Into the dwellings, through the door crannies 'Of all mock lyrists, large self worshipers, 'And careless Hectorers in proud bad verse. 'Though I breathe death with them it will be life 'To see them sprawl before me into graves. 'Majestic shadow, tell me where I am, 'Whose altar this; for whom this incense curls; 'What image this whose face I cannot see, 'For the broad marble knees; and who thou art, 'Of accent feminine so courteous?' Then the tall shade, in drooping linens veil'd, Spoke out, so much more earnest, that her breath Stirr'd the thin folds of gauze that drooping hung About a golden censer from her hand Pendent; and by her voice I knew she shed Long treasured tears. 'This temple, sad and lone, 'Is all spar'd from the thunder of a war 'Foughten long since by giant hierarchy 'Against rebellion: this old image here, 'Whose carved features wrinkled as he fell, 'Is Saturn's; I Moneta, left supreme 'Sole priestess of this desolation.' I had no words to answer, for my tongue, Useless, could find about its roofed home No syllable of a fit majesty To make rejoinder to Moneta's mourn. There was a silence, while the altar's blaze Was fainting for sweet food: I look'd thereon, And on the paved floor, where nigh were piled Faggots of cinnamon, and many heaps Of other crisped spice wood then again I look'd upon the altar, and its horns Whiten'd with ashes, and its lang'rous flame, And then upon the offerings again; And so by turns till sad Moneta cried, 'The sacrifice is done, but not the less 'Will I be kind to thee for thy good will. 'My power, which to me is still a curse, 'Shall be to thee a wonder; for the scenes 'Still swooning vivid through my globed brain 'With an electral changing misery 'Thou shalt with those dull mortal eyes behold, 'Free from all pain, if wonder pain thee not.' As near as an immortal's sphered words Could to a mother's soften, were these last: And yet I had a terror of her robes, And chiefly of the veils, that from her brow Hung pale, and curtain'd her in mysteries That made my heart too small to hold its blood. This saw that Goddess, and with sacred hand Parted the veils. Then saw I a wan face, Not pin'd by human sorrows, but bright blanch'd By an immortal sickness which kills not; It works a constant change, which happy death Can put no end to; deathwards progressing To no death was that visage; it had pass'd The lily and the snow; and beyond these I must not think now, though I saw that face But for her eyes I should have fled away. They held me back, with a benignant light Soft mitigated by divinest lids Half closed, and visionless entire they seem'd Of all external things; they saw me not, But in blank splendour beam'd like the mild moon, Who comforts those she sees not, who knows not What eyes are upward cast. As I had found A grain of gold upon a mountain side, And twing'd with avarice strain'd out my eyes To search its sullen entrails rich with ore, So at the view of sad Moneta's brow I ach'd to see what things the hollow brain Behind enwombed: what high tragedy In the dark secret chambers of her skull Was acting, that could give so dread a stress To her cold lips, and fill with such a light Her planetary eyes, and touch her voice With such a sorrow 'Shade of Memory!' Cried I, with act adorant at her feet, 'By all the gloom hung round thy fallen house, 'By this last temple, by the golden age, 'By great Apollo, thy dear Foster Child, 'And by thyself, forlorn divinity, 'The pale Omega of a withered race, 'Let me behold, according as thou saidst, 'What in thy brain so ferments to and fro!' No sooner had this conjuration pass'd My devout lips, than side by side we stood (Like a stunt bramble by a solemn pine) Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star. Onward I look'd beneath the gloomy boughs, And saw, what first I thought an image huge, Like to the image pedestal'd so high In Saturn's temple. Then Moneta's voice Came brief upon mine ear 'So Saturn sat When he had lost his realms ' whereon there grew A power within me of enormous ken To see as a god sees, and take the depth Of things as nimbly as the outward eye Can size and shape pervade. The lofty theme At those few words hung vast before my mind, With half unravel'd web. I set myself Upon an eagle's watch, that I might see, And seeing ne'er forget. No stir of life Was in this shrouded vale, not so much air As in the zoning of a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of the fallen divinity Spreading more shade; the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips. Along the margin sand large footmarks went No farther than to where old Saturn's feet Had rested, and there slept, how long a sleep! Degraded, cold, upon the sodden ground His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were clos'd, While his bow'd head seem'd listening to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet. It seem'd no force could wake him from his place; But there came one who with a kindred hand Touch'd his wide shoulders after bending low With reverence, though to one who knew it not. Then came the griev'd voice of Mnemosyne, And griev'd I hearken'd. 'That divinity 'Whom thou saw'st step from yon forlornest wood, 'And with slow pace approach our fallen King, 'Is Thea, softest natur'd of our brood.' I mark'd the Goddess in fair statuary Surpassing wan Moneta by the head, And in her sorrow nearer woman's tears. There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up. One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart, as if just there, Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain; The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid, and to the level of his hollow ear Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake In solemn tenor and deep organ tune; Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue Would come in this like accenting; how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods! 'Saturn! look up and for what, poor lost King? 'I have no comfort for thee; no not one; 'I cannot cry, Wherefore thus sleepest thou? 'For Heaven is parted from thee, and the Earth 'Knows thee not, so afflicted, for a God; 'And Ocean too, with all its solemn noise, 'Has from thy sceptre pass'd, and all the air 'Is emptied of thine hoary majesty: 'Thy thunder, captious at the new command, 'Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house; 'And thy sharp lightning, in unpracticed hands, 'Scorches and burns our once serene domain. 'With such remorseless speed still come new woes, 'That unbelief has not a space to breathe. 'Saturn! sleep on: Me thoughtless, why should I 'Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude? 'Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes? 'Saturn, sleep on, while at thy feet I weep.' As when upon a tranced summer night Forests, branch charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a noise, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Swelling upon the silence; dying off; As if the ebbing air had but one wave; So came these words, and went; the while in tears She press'd her fair large forehead to the earth, Just where her fallen hair might spread in curls A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet. Long, long those two were postured motionless, Like sculpture builded up upon the grave Of their own power. A long awful time I look'd upon them: still they were the same; The frozen God still bending to the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet, Moneta silent. Without stay or prop But my own weak mortality, I bore The load of this eternal quietude, The unchanging gloom, and the three fixed shapes Ponderous upon my senses, a whole moon. For by my burning brain I measured sure Her silver seasons shedded on the night, And ever day by day methought I grew More gaunt and ghostly. Oftentimes I pray'd Intense, that Death would take me from the vale And all its burthens gasping with despair Of change, hour after hour I curs'd myself; Until old Saturn rais'd his faded eyes, And look'd around and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess at his feet. As the moist scent of flowers, and grass, and leaves Fills forest dells with a pervading air, Known to the woodland nostril, so the words Of Saturn fill'd the mossy glooms around, Even to the hollows of time eaten oaks And to the windings of the foxes' hole, With sad low tones, while thus he spake, and sent Strange musings to the solitary Pan. 'Moan, brethren, moan; for we are swallow'd up 'And buried from all Godlike exercise 'Of influence benign on planets pale, 'And peaceful sway above man's harvesting, 'And all those acts which Deity supreme 'Doth ease its heart of love in. Moan and wail, 'Moan, brethren, moan; for lo, the rebel spheres 'Spin round, the stars their ancient courses keep, 'Clouds still with shadowy moisture haunt the earth, 'Still suck their fill of light from sun and moon, 'Still buds the tree, and still the sea shores murmur; 'There is no death in all the Universe, 'No smell of death there shall be death Moan, moan, 'Moan, Cybele, moan; for thy pernicious babes 'Have changed a God into a shaking Palsy. 'Moan, brethren, moan, for I have no strength left, 'Weak as the reed weak feeble as my voice 'O, O, the pain, the pain of feebleness. 'Moan, moan, for still I thaw or give me help; 'Throw down those imps, and give me victory. 'Let me hear other groans, and trumpets blown 'Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival 'From the gold peaks of Heaven's high piled clouds; 'Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir 'Of strings in hollow shells; and let there be 'Beautiful things made new, for the surprise 'Of the sky children.' So he feebly ceas'd, With such a poor and sickly sounding pause, Methought I heard some old man of the earth Bewailing earthly loss; nor could my eyes And ears act with that pleasant unison of sense Which marries sweet sound with the grace of form, And dolorous accent from a tragic harp With large limb'd visions. More I scrutinized: Still fix'd he sat beneath the sable trees, Whose arms spread straggling in wild serpent forms, With leaves all hush'd; his awful presence there (Now all was silent) gave a deadly lie To what I erewhile heard only his lips Trembled amid the white curls of his beard. They told the truth, though, round, the snowy locks Hung nobly, as upon the face of heaven A mid day fleece of clouds. Thea arose, And stretched her white arm through the hollow dark, Pointing some whither: whereat he too rose Like a vast giant, seen by men at sea To grow pale from the waves at dull midnight. They melted from my sight into the woods; Ere I could turn, Moneta cried, 'These twain 'Are speeding to the families of grief, 'Where roof'd in by black rocks they waste, in pain 'And darkness, for no hope.' And she spake on, As ye may read who can unwearied pass Onward from the antechamber of this dream, Where even at the open doors awhile I must delay, and glean my memory Of her high phrase: perhaps no further dare. CANTO II 'Mortal, that thou may'st understand aright, 'I humanize my sayings to thine ear, 'Making comparisons of earthly things; 'Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, 'Whose language is to thee a barren noise, 'Though it blows legend laden through the trees. 'In melancholy realms big tears are shed, 'More sorrow like to this, and such like woe, 'Too huge for mortal tongue, or pen of scribe. 'The Titans fierce, self hid or prison bound, 'Groan for the old allegiance once more, 'Listening in their doom for Saturn's voice. 'But one of our whole eagle brood still keeps 'His sov'reignty, and rule, and majesty; 'Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire 'Still sits, still snuffs the incense teeming up 'From man to the sun's God: yet unsecure, 'For as upon the earth dire prodigies 'Fright and perplex, so also shudders he: 'Nor at dog's howl or gloom bird's Even screech, 'Or the familiar visitings of one 'Upon the first toll of his passing bell: 'But horrors, portioned to a giant nerve, 'Make great Hyperion ache. His palace bright, 'Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold, 'And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks, 'Glares a blood red through all the thousand courts, 'Arches, and domes, and fiery galleries: 'And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds 'Flush angerly; when he would taste the wreaths 'Of incense breath'd aloft from sacred hills, 'Instead of sweets his ample palate takes 'Savour of poisonous brass and metals sick. 'Wherefore when harbour'd in the sleepy West, 'After the full completion of fair day, 'For rest divine upon exalted couch 'And slumber in the arms of melody, 'He paces through the pleasant hours of ease 'With strides colossal, on from hall to hall; 'While far within each aisle and deep recess 'His winged minions in close clusters stand 'Amaz'd, and full of fear; like anxious men, 'Who on a wide plain gather in sad troops, 'When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers. 'Even now, while Saturn, roused from icy trance, 'Goes step for step with Thea from yon woods, 'Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear, 'Is sloping to the threshold of the West. 'Thither we tend.' Now in clear light I stood, Reliev'd from the dusk vale. Mnemosyne Was sitting on a square edg'd polish'd stone, That in its lucid depth reflected pure Her priestess garments. My quick eyes ran on From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault, Through bow'rs of fragrant and enwreathed light And diamond paved lustrous long arcades. Anon rush'd by the bright Hyperion; His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels, And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire, That scared away the meek ethereal hours And made their dove wings tremble. On he flared. THE END 1819

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“Here is the world,” writes theologian Frederick Buechner. “Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid.”Those words rooted Amy Butler through some of the darkest moments of her life. As Butler slowly embraced her call to be a pastor, she was rejected by her conservative evangelical family, who doesn't believe women should be in pastoral roles. She was the first woman ever appointed to lead the historic Riverside Church in New York City, but the challenges of breaking the “stained glass ceiling” almost caused her to lose her faith. In her new memoir, “Beautiful and Terrible Things,” Butler takes us inside her life story. She covers joyful and painful moments, including the loss of a child, her unexpected divorce and the hardships of being a woman in ministry. But ultimately, as she tells MPR News host Kerri Miller on this week's Big Books and Bold Ideas, she found that vulnerability is worth it. Butler writes in the introduction, “The invitation to become who we're meant to be happens at the intersection of human pain and divine hope, and almost always in the context of relationship.”Guest: Rev. Amy Butler is currently pastoring a Baptist church in her home state of Hawaii. Her new book is “Beautiful and Terrible Things: Faith, Doubt and Discovering a Way Back To Each Other.”Subscribe to Big Books and Bold Ideas with Kerri Miller podcast on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, RSS or anywhere you get your podcasts.Subscribe to the Thread newsletter for the latest book and author news and must-read recommendations.

This week we have a jam-packed podcast with new music on Fokuz, Shogun audio, Celsius Recordings, Onward Music, Galacy, 4 Jungle Records, and more! Tracklist: Fluidity – Girl You Know VIP [Fokuz] Aleyum – Saturday Superlative [Forthcoming Celsius] Simple Souls & Professor Funk – Inconceivably Beautiful [Fokuz] DJ Marky – Sliding Gliding ft. Dossa & Locuzzed [Shogun] Dan Guidance – Anything [Portal Recordings] 30Hz – Subconscious Journey [4 Jungle Records] Archangel – Life Indoors (Phaction Remix) [Fokuz] Qumulus – Breathe [Forthcoming Fokuz] Echomatics & Kambell – Take It Away [Interstellar Audio] Seathasky – Sprites [Forthcoming Celsius] BCee – Creed [Sun and Bass] Sulkr – Desire [DNBB] CPH – All I Know [Forthcoming Onward Music] Frameshift – Into Deep Slumber [Galacy] Nuex – Reflections [Forthcoming Four Season] Siloh & Speaker Louis – Let It Out [Fokuz] Eternal Echo – Mojave [Galacy]

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DIA employees are living a nightmare due to faulty parking gates. We all remember the United Airlines pilot who took an ax to one of the gates. Well, thanks to Denver 7 (KMGH) we have some insight to what started the chaos. Thanks to a TikToker (Maddie Todd) I will forever wash my hands, and scrub the hell out of my produce. And the rejected headlines include: Woman gives birth on airplane as shocked passengers gawk. My husband's semen made me vomit after seeing it next to my yogurt. Woman mysteriously receives $20K worth of lottery tickets from FedEx. Restaurant owner accused of 'guilt tripping' diners who ordered tap water: 'Wild behavior'. 'Beautiful' beetle with penis shaped like bottle opener gets named after a beer.

Dani Palacios y Juanma González llaman al periodista Carmelo Jordá para hablar de este clásico del cine indie noventero, Beautiful Girls.

J Hus' third studio album 'Beautiful and Brutal Yard' is out and up for review! Will J Hus' offbeat rapping translate to North American fans? Will Drake get 'The London' treatment on 'Who Told You'? And Why doesn't J Hus use the deep voice on 'Killy' all the time? Find out in this episode of Album Mode Z!Démar's rating: 6 / 10Adriel's rating: 8 / 10The Love List: Killy, Alien Girl, Masculine, Nice BodyTIMECODES:7:00 - Double fist, day party album13:12 - Freeze please section15:05 - Rapping off beat, e4018:40 - Who told you Drake feature20:25 - The London treatment30:05 - Sounds like a dancehall song31:40 - American artists can't do it32:40 - Why doesn't he rap like this all the time33:53 - Killy36:55 - No need to bring it to the sink44:00 - poetryFollow us:YOUTUBE:https://www.youtube.com/@AlbumModeTikTok:Album Mode: https://www.tiktok.com/@albummodepod Adriel: https://www.tiktok.com/@adrielsmileydotcom Démar: https://www.tiktok.com/@godkingdemi Instagram:Album Mode: https://www.instagram.com/albummodepod/ Adriel: https://www.instagram.com/adrielsmileydotcom/ Démar: https://www.instagram.com/demarjgrant/ Twitter:Album Mode: https://twitter.com/AlbumModepod Adriel: https://twitter.com/AdrielSmiley_ Démar: https://twitter.com/DemarJGrantJ Hus – Beautiful and Brutal Yard / 2023 / hip hop, rap, UK rap,

From the Booker longlisted author, and an Irish Times No.1 bestseller - Donal Ryan's The Queen of Dirt Island is a searing, jubilant novel about four generations of women and the stories that bind them. On a council estate in County Tipperary, Ireland, the Aylward women stick with each other through thick and thin, and always with a wicked sense of humour. The head of the family, Nana, is a woman who has buried two sons. Her daughter-in-law, Eileen, is estranged from her own parents, having 'shamed' them and given birth to Saoirse. And then there's Saoirse herself, eavesdropping on lives she cannot comprehend. It is only when they must battle for the inheritance of Dirt Island - a narrow strip of land adjacent to Eileen's childhood home - that they truly understand the roots that bind their lives together. Listen now for an exclusive reading from Donal himself. 'Beautiful, compassionate... Donal Ryan at his inimitable best' - MAGGIE O'FARRELL The Queen of Dirt Island is published by Transworld and available now. We recommend buying a copy from your local indie bookshop or you can support the work we do and the podcast by visiting our shop on Bookshop.org. Podcast programmed by Matt Casbourne Produced and edited by Megan Bay Dorman Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week we've got deep and soulful vibes on Goldfat, Fokuz, Hospital, Celsius, 170+, Flight Pattern, Four Corners Music, and more!Tracklist:Cnof – City Rhythm (Phaction Remix) [Fokuz]Alpha Rhythm, HumaNature & Natus – The Lost River [Forthcoming Fokuz]Geostatic & Scurrow – Worth Fighting For [Celsius]Sonic Art and Geety – October Colours [Celsius]Jinbu – All I Have [170+]Weynorx – Finally [Influenza]Sub:liminal – Sight Line [Fokuz]Dan Guidance – Metamorphosis [Flight Pattern]Leniz – On Cloudy Days Like These (FinnaDrift Remix) [Differential]Reburf – In Deep [Fokuz]Lurch – Haunted Keys [Jazzsticks]London Elektricity – Life is Beautiful [Hospital]Kind Fiction – Your Descent [Four Corners]Higher (than) – Where This Goes [Goldfat]

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Become a Patron and hear the full Extended Edition episodes from the entire season, plus hear new episodes 2 weeks before regular people! Patreon.com/KingsOTR Previously on Kings of the Ring, Jesse James informed Vladimir Rykoff he would be winning the World title, yet was ordered by Daniel Hawkins to drop the belt to Barry Lovelace instead. Thor Hansen's Hollywood career has been moving up with Predator coming up next, as he keeps rubbing Nigel Davies' face and disrespecting the venerable legend. After Gabriel Angel and Denny Wayne were arrested together with pot, Criss Stanley jokingly suggested to make an angle out of it, which Burt seized on. Michael Angel has settled into life in Japan and Vance Armstrong trains as Julian Cain's plans for him seem to get bigger by the day. To combat the invading EWF, Charlie Gotch brought in the Texas Outlaws from Japan to challenge the Apocalypse as their most credible opponents to date. Corporal Punishment was fired by Julian Cain for refusing to turn into a Communist turncoat heel. And finally, Daniel Hawkins and Miss Kitty both fulfilled their parts of the bargain as 'Beautiful' Barry Lovelace indeed beat 'Outlaw' Jesse James for the WWA World Heavyweight title. Kings of the Ring is intended for mature audiences. Today's episode would be rated TV-14 for profanity and crude sexual verbiage. "Kings of the Ring" is written and directed by @SteveTeTai.  Sound Design and editing by Mana Sports Media.  Voice characterization by Steve Te Tai, with Guest Voice Actors Lanny Poffo (WWE), RJ City (AEW), Cyrus Fees (UFC), and Evan Ginzburg (350 Days, The Wrestler).  For any questions or feedback email us at PartsUnknown@KingsOTR.com. KingsOTR.com Twitter.com/KingsOTR Facebook.com/KingsOTR Patreon.com/KingsOTR Facebook.com/EvanGinzburgsOldSchoolWrestlingMemories 350DaystheMovie.com YouTube.com/RJCityLovesYou Facebook.com/CyrusFeesTV Facebook.com/InThisCornerCyrusFees

Filmmaker, author, hypnotherapist, and mother Jacqui Blue has personally experienced nearly every type of birth: cesarean with twins, two VBACs, water birth, and a home birth. She subsequently created the documentary film "Beautiful Births". Jacqui talks about her own birth experiences and the pressing issues that new parents face. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Verses 1-11 of Acts chapter 3 mark the occasion and context of Peter's 2nd sermon in the record of the early church. Elicott writes in his commentary regarding the setting: “The approaches of the temple, like those of modern mosques, were commonly thronged with the blind, lame, and other mendicants (beggars). The practice was common at Constantinople in the time of Chrysostom and has prevailed largely throughout Christendom.” Luke's account sets the stage for the 2nd resurrection sermon with the healing of a lame man who had been begging at the temple gate 'Beautiful'. This miracle performed by Peter and John signaled the presence of the Holy Spirit upon His church, the authority delegated to Jesus' apostles, and the reality of divine resurrection power further testifying to the glory and name of Jesus Christ. Peter's directives in healing the man evoke resurrection parallels (verse 6) “Rise up and walk!” He commands. Thus we read of the first specifically documented apostolic miracle which would prove be one of many (2:43). In this act, Peter and John introduce themselves as witnesses to the resurrection, the great commission, the ascension, and Pentecost. Hence the dramatic change in Peter and company from Christ denying fear, to civil authority defying boldness. This narrative illustrates the difference the resurrection makes in the soul when the Spirit awakens us to its reality and implications! The church itself exists in essence and authority by virtue of the resurrection of her Lord and savior Jesus Christ!

Hello, Hello!  In this edition of Indie Talk, Chris and Nick talk to the finalists of the 54 Film Fest Festival.  We talk about: The rules of the 54 Film Fest  The pressure of post (and how to overcome it) The themes and inspirations for their films How the 54 can improve  The finalists' best advice for future 54 Film Fest filmmakers (and creatives in general) And much more… enjoy!    The Films & Filmmakers The Hollywood Sunset - Alex Bowling Treatment - Sedona Feretto Whisper in The Vines - Sebastian Badillo, Kenda Laster, Josephy Bracey  Jaxon Cross - Bryson Sams  Behind the Foosball - Paul Ebsen   Shownotes: 54 Hour Film Fest Discord Slack The Cranky Cameraman (YouTube channel) Davinci Resolve Sony mirrorless camera     The MAKE IT podcast is brought to you by the Voice of the Filmmaker program, which is sponsored by Women in Film and Television, Nashville (a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization).   If you like what we're doing, please donate here: https://www.bonsai.film/donate.   How you can continue to enjoy MAKE IT content: Subscribe to the MAKE IT YouTube channel. Subscribe to the MAKE IT Podcast wherever you listen to podcasts. Subscribe to our newsletter at https://www.bonsai.film/subscribe.   The MAKE IT podcast amplifies the voice of the filmmaker by exploring the filmmaking journeys of actors, writers, directors, producers, and a host of other creatives from across the film industry. We provide a platform for filmmakers to provide advice, lessons learned, personal reflections, and insights through our Filmmaker Conversations, Mistakes in the Making, Industry Insights, Indie Talks, and Film Investment Series. We are the go-to film podcast for independent creatives!

I am Positively Glee Ridden to be speaking with my this weeks guest on Empowered Conversations, Elizabeth Kipp!!!!!Elizabeth is a Stress Management and Historical Trauma Specialist who uses Trauma-Trained and Yoga-Informed Addiction Recovery Coaching, Ancestral Clearing®, Compassionate Inquiry, and yoga to help people with their healing.Elizabeth healed herself from over 40 years of chronic pain, including anxiety, panic attacks, and addiction to prescribed opiate and benzodiazepine medication! She now works to help others achieve the same healing for themselves that she experienced directly from the work she teaches. She is the author of “The Way Through Chronic Pain: Tools to Reclaim Your Healing Power.”Elizabeth offers one-on-one and group sessions in stress and chronic pain management and addiction recovery, Ancestral Clearing® and Compassionate Inquiry, and trauma-informed yoga. You can find out more about Elizabeth below!Elizabeth R Kipp, Stress Management SpecialistAncestral Clearing®| Historical Trauma Healing| Compassionate Inquiry®Addiction Recovery Coach - Recovery 2.0Yoga & Meditation – Sattva Yoga Academy/Radiant Body Yoga/KRI (RYT-Yoga Alliance)Betrayal Coach – PBT InstituteAuthor of The Way Through Chronic Pain: Tools to Reclaim Your Healing Powerhttps://Elizabeth-Kipp.comFB: https://www.facebook.com/ElizabethKippStressManagementInsta: https://www.instagram.com/lizi.kipp/

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The Currency's Dion Fanning and French football expert Philippe Auclair joined Joe Molloy to look back on an epic World Cup final and the tournament as a whole. (02:00) Best World Cup final in history? (09:00) The ebb and flow of the best final ever. (13:00) The zombies found life. (17:00) The evolution of Messi's tournament. (22:00) The effects of the virus in the French camp. (26:00) Should Cristian Romero have been red carded? (31:00) Magnificent Mbappe (39:00) Ruined trophy presentation? (47:00) The legacy of the Qatari World Cup. Football with thanks to Sky Ireland.

Lana Del Rey's cameras, laptop containing new album stolen in smash-and-grab (Page Six) (14:42) 'Rust' Will Resume Production, but Not in New Mexico (Variety) (21:03) Judi Dench Calls on Netflix to Add Disclaimer to 'The Crown' as Fiction: 'This Cannot Go Unchallenged' (PEOPLE) (23:57) Justin Timberlake praises Jessica Biel on 10-year anniversary: 'Beautiful human' (Page Six) (30:54) Here's your 'House of the Dragon' character, based on your zodiac sign (NY Post) (34:10) Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Recap (41:09) Real Housewives of Salt Lake City Recap (52:10) Tell Me Lies Recap (55:39)   The Toast with Jackie  (@JackieOshry) and Claudia Oshry  (@girlwithnojob)  NLOG Tickets Merch The Toast Patreon Girl With No Job by Claudia Oshry

The Vampire Lestat is back in a new series adaptation of Interview With The Vampire at AMC, and You Must Remember This creator Karina Longworth is here to talk about all its pleasures -- which definitely extend past its bare butts, but very much include its bare butts. Around The Dial takes us through new seasons of The Amazing Race and Abbott Elementary; a new evolution of Celebrity Jeopardy!; and a not-so-new relic recently returned to YouTube: Bands On The Run. Dave explains why he is NOT a crackpot for thinking pilot episodes should include any title treatments that get added to later episodes. Sarah presented the Sopranos episode "Christopher" for induction into The Nonac. Then it's on to the week's Winner and Loser, before closing up with a tasty Game Time. You'll want to sink your teeth into this one! GUESTS

Production note: We had some tech issues so we cut and we will redo The Nonac another time and 1 set of questions was cut from Game Time in case we were keeping track of the score and it didn't quite add up at the end.The Vampire Lestat is back in a new series adaptation of Interview With The Vampire at AMC, and You Must Remember This creator Karina Longworth is here to talk about all its pleasures -- which definitely extend past its bare butts, but very much include its bare butts. Around The Dial takes us through new seasons of The Amazing Race and Abbott Elementary; a new evolution of Celebrity Jeopardy!; and a not-so-new relic recently returned to YouTube: Bands On The Run. Dave explains why he is NOT a crackpot for thinking pilot episodes should include any title treatments that get added to later episodes. Sarah presented the Sopranosepisode "Christopher" for induction into The Nonac. Then it's on to the week's Winner and Loser, before closing up with a tasty Game Time. You'll want to sink your teeth into this one!Show TopicsInterview With The VampireATD: The Amazing RaceATD: Abbott ElementaryATD: Celebrity Jeopardy!ATD: Bands On The RunWinner and Loser of the WeekGame Time: It's A CookbookShow NotesKarina Longworth on Twitter"Sam Reid and Jacob Anderson Explain How 'Interview with the Vampire' Created Lestat and Louis's 'Beautiful' Floating Sex Scene" at DeciderTara's Interview With The Vampire review at VanityFair.comTara's Ramy S03 review at VanityFair.comThe You Must Remember This podcastYou Must Remember This on TwitterBands On The Run on YouTubeA 2001 interview with SoulcrackerMark Blankenship's newsletter, The Lost Songs ProjectPhoto: Alfonso Bresciani / AMCDiscussionTweet at us @ExtraHotPodcast on TwitterWe are @ExtraHotGreat on InstagramSupport EHG on PatreonExtra Hot Great on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Have you ever wondered if fairy tales have a deeper meaning? Where in the world have they come from? From what countries? From what places in the human heart? Join the conversation with Dr. Marina Warner (author of Once Upon A Time: A Short History of Fairy Tale) and Charity Hill as they discuss these questions and also why fairy tales are, wonderfully, women's tales! Dr. Warner gives new insights regarding the tale "Donkey Skin" and "Rapunzel." They discuss fairy tales and the problem of evil, Tolkein's notion of euchatastrophe, and why fairy tales end happily.Please purchase Once Upon A Time: A Short History of Fairy TalePlease enjoy the fairy tale book list!

With a commanding lead in National League Central, the Cardinals are marching toward the playoffs. Benjamin Hochman, sports columnist for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, discusses the 2022 season so far and where the team might be headed in coming weeks.

With a commanding lead in National League Central, the Cardinals are marching toward the playoffs. Benjamin Hochman, sports columnist for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, discusses the 2022 season so far and where the team might be headed in coming weeks.

Ladies, move! Gentlemen, move! Non-binary friends, move! It's about time for our arrival. Your favourite 2000s pop explorers Joel and David are back with a celebration of Christina Aguilera's iconic "Stripped" album era, which turns 20 this year!  It was truly a pop culture reset when our "Caggie Aggie" dropped 'Dirrty' featuring Redman. The gritty R&B and hip-hop banger remains an immediate floor-filler to this very day and a true staple of Xtina's live shows. What followed was the boldest and most influential work of her career thus far, a body of work earning multiple Grammy-nominations, spawning five hit singles and over 10 million copies sold worldwide.   Your RBAY! boys are celebrating the hits - 'Dirrty', 'Beautiful', 'Fighter', 'Can't Hold Us Down' feat. Lil Kim, and 'The Voice Within' - as well as their favourite album tracks. They also reminisce on Xtina's major career highlights in this time, including her "Stripped" world tour, hosting the MTV EMAs, 'going viral' (way before that was a thing) with Madonna, Britney and Missy Elliott with that MTV VMAs performance! If you've just seen our "Caggie" at her summer 2022 concert dates or her headlining Brighton Pride set, this is the perfect nostalgic episode for Fighters and pop fans. Ha, HA! Follow Right Back At Ya! https://www.instagram.com/rightbackpod/ https://twitter.com/rightbackpod https://www.facebook.com/rightbackpod Check out our Spotify playlists https://open.spotify.com/user/1c3ks5jdh2x4j7jdg1o0aglwg Follow Joel https://www.instagram.com/dr_joelb/ https://twitter.com/DR_JoelB Follow David https://www.instagram.com/lovelimmy/ https://twitter.com/lovelimmy Email us rightbackpod@gmail.com

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