Podcasts about Cadwallader

In this episode of The Twilight Zone, Chris and Gerry step into the darkly comic nightmare of "Escape Clause" (Season1, Episode 6), where hypochondriac Walter Bedeker makes a deal with the Devil himself for immortality. But what happens when eternal life becomes boring? We break down the episode's themes of mortality, greed, and existential dread, along with a deep dive into the performances of David Wayne as Walter Bedeker and Thomas Gomez as the unforgettable Mr. Cadwallader. Is "Escape Clause" one of the most underrated early Twilight Zone episodes? How does its dark humor compare to the more somber morality tales of the series? If you love classic television, vintage horror, and morally twisted storytelling with Rod Serling's razor-sharp moral irony, this deep dive into "Escape Clause" is for you.

We're living through one of the biggest shifts in the internet since it began: a move from building content for people to building content for machines, on behalf of people. On this week's episode, Jim Stengel is joined by James Cadwallader, Co-Founder and CEO of Profound, and Daniel Shin Un Kang, Head of Organic and Agentic Search at Expedia, for a thoughtful, practical conversation about AI search, answer engines, and what this shift means for the future of marketing.James founded Profound in 2024, raising $60 million and earning recognition from Redpoint Ventures as one of the most promising private AI companies shaping applied artificial intelligence. Today, Profound works with brands like US Bank, Chime, Expedia, and DocuSign to help them navigate the transition from traditional search to a world of answer engines, agents, and AI-led experiences.After building companies and investing in high-growth technology businesses, Daniel moved from the venture world into operating at global scale. He now leads Organic and Agentic Search at Expedia, where he's helping redefine how one of the world's largest travel platforms shows up in AI-powered search and discovery.Together, James and Daniel unpack how brands actually appear inside AI systems like ChatGPT and Gemini, why traditional SEO metrics no longer tell the whole story, and how CMOs should rethink visibility, content, and measurement in an AI-driven world.This episode offers a rare look at AI search from both sides of the table: the platform builder shaping the category and the operator putting it to work inside a performance-driven global brand. If you're a CMO wondering what to focus on now, this conversation is a strong place to start.—This week's episode is brought to you by Deloitte and the IAB.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

What happens when AI becomes your most influential referrer?As consumers turn to ChatGPT for answers, James Cadwallader and his team at Profound help brands like Eight Sleep and MongoDB gain visibility and leverage inside AI models.On this episode of Grit, he explains why brand narrative has shifted away from content, and why Profound is scaling globally ahead of traditional SaaS timelines.Guest: James Cadwallader, co-founder and CEO of Profound and Ilya Fushman, partner at Kleiner PerkinsConnect with James CadwalladerX: https://x.com/thejamescad?lang=enLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jsca/​Connect with Ilya FushmanX: https://x.com/ilyafLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/ilyafushman/Connect with JoubinX: https://x.com/JoubinmirLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/joubin-mirzadegan-66186854/Email: grit@kleinerperkins.comFollow on LinkedIn:https://www.linkedin.com/company/kpgritFollow on X:https://x.com/KPGrit​Learn more about Kleiner Perkins: https://www.kleinerperkins.com/

James and Hector sit down with James Cadwallader, CEO and Co Founder of Profound, to unpack how AI is reshaping the internet and what that means for every brand on the planet.James explains why large language models are not just a new interface, but a fundamental platform shift in how people retrieve information. Instead of humans clicking blue links, user agents now visit the web on our behalf, read content, and answer questions directly. Profound sits in the middle of this change, helping some of the worlds biggest brands understand if and how they show up in AI answers, and then create content that is designed for bots rather than humans.The conversation covers what GEO (generative engine optimisation) actually is, how Profound uses a huge consumer prompt panel and reasoning models to map where AI gets its answers from, and why SEO teams are surprisingly well placed to become the heroes of this next era. James also shares his view on how ads will work inside products like ChatGPT, why this may finally break the search monopoly, and how he thinks marketers will work in a world where AI creates, distributes and measures most of their campaigns.James talks through Profounds rapid journey from idea to working with Fortune 10 brands, the fundraising story with Sequoia, Kleiner Perkins and others, and why this is the last company he plans to build. Everyday AI: Your daily guide to grown with Generative AICan't keep up with AI? We've got you. Everyday AI helps you keep up and get ahead.Listen on: Apple Podcasts Spotify

Today we talk about a Timothy Aloysius Cadwallader Dugan, better known as Dum Dum Dugan, who was a British man (until they retconned him to be from Boston) who fought alongside Nick Fury and the Howling Commandos in World War II and it kinda all goes poorly for him from there. What we were up to this week: Briar got some really good artistic Gothic Horror in with Frankenstein (2025) and the Universal Monsters Dracula Black & White Special Olivia read more Something is Killing the Children (and mentions the Swamp Thing is Killing the Children crossover), and has been reading through a lot of the Age of Revelation comics, including Cloak or Dagger (2025) #1, Omega Kids (2025) #1, and X-Vengers (2025) #1. ALSO READ ABSOLUTE BATMAN ANNUAL 2025 GO BATMAN. Thanks to Victoria Watkins for our icon! Support Capes and Japes by: Checking out our Patreon or donating to the Tip jar Find out more on the Capes and Japes website.

"...as though it was a really long time ago. I'm not that old!"On the show this week:00:00:50 NewsEpidemic sounds release 'Adapt' AI toolDeezer admit that 28% of music on their platform is AI00:13:40 Trying Not To Have A Thought by Algernon Cadwallader review discussion00:47:55 Upcoming releasesAlbum Rankings:The Beths - Straight Line Was A LieGreat Grandpa - Patience, MoonbeamThe Weather Station - HumanhoodSquid - CowardsHotline TNT - Raspberry MoonNinajirachi - I Love My ComputerBlack Country New Road - Forever HowlongJapanese Breakfast - For Melancholy Brunettes (& sad women)Obongjayar - Paradise NowSoot Sprite - Wield Your Hope Like a WeaponNazar - DemilitarizeAlien Boy - You Wanna Fade?Subsonic Eye - Singapore DreamingKokoroko - Tuff Times Never LastAkira Kosemura - MIRAIAnxious - Bambishame - CutthroatBarker - Stochastic DriftJulien Baker & TORRES - Send A Prayer My WayNo Joy - BuglandCourting - Lust for Life, Or: ‘How To Thread The Needle And Come Out The Other Side To Tell The Story'Rival Consoles - Landscape from MemoryKloke - LucidityThe World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die - Dreams of Being DustOm Unit - Acid Dub Studies IIICharmer - DownpourFar Caspian - AutofictionZement - PassagenForth Wanderers - The Longer This Goes OnFlipturn - Burnout DaysCar Seat Headrest - The ScholarsSASAMI - Blood On the Silver ScreenFreckle - FreckleBlack Moth Super Rainbow - Soft New Magic DreamZach Phillips - True MusicEthel Cain - Perverts

Algernon Cadwallader is a midwest emo band originally from Pennsylvania. They took a hiatus back in 2012, and now they’re officially back with their first full-length album in more than a decade, Trying Not to Have a Thought. KEXP’s Meerah Powell spoke with some of the members about the band’s revival, their newfound connections to the Pacific Northwest, and how their lyrics leave little room for ambiguity. “I think we’re at a point where there needs to be a little more ‘get pissed’ in everything that people are making,” drummer Nick Tazza says in the interview. “Everyone feels it, and I think we need to stop shying away from it.” On this record, Algernon Cadwallader directly confronts complicated events in America’s political history, from the 1985 bombing of the Philadelphia organization MOVE to the more recent placement of boulders under freeway bridges in Portland to deter homeless people from camping there. “We used to spend so much time in between songs talking about [political issues],” vocalist Peter Helmis says. “Well, now, it just comes along with the music. Anytime someone plays it, they’re hearing the message.” Tazza adds: “We’ve all put a record together that stands for something and it means something. All the bands we loved growing up were super political, and that’s what we cut our teeth on, so to see it come full circle is kind of cool.” Support the show: kexp.org/deeper Photo credit: Scott TroyanSupport the show: https://www.kexp.org/sound/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week Jeremy welcomes Peter Helmis of Algernon Cadwallader On this episode, Jeremy and Peter talk Saddle Creek Records, Kriss Kross, the parental advisory sticker, Hot Topic, Dippin Dotz, Stone Temple Pilots, learning guitar, Joshua Fit For Battle, apprehension to sing, his prolific output, Halfway to Holland's first tour starting the day high school ended, the paper atlas, their new album "Trying to Not Have a Thought", and so much more!! SUBSCRIBE TO THE PATREON for a bonus episode where Peter answered questions that were submitted by subscribers!

What happens when you take four high school students from small-town North Carolina and drop them into the heart of Washington, DC for a week? Magic, transformation, and lifelong connections.The Electric Cooperative Youth Tour has been sending students to our nation's capital for over 60 years. In this episode, we get a firsthand account from Giana Cadwallader, a Jacksonville High School senior who experienced this journey of discovery over the summer. From trading state pins with students across America to standing in awe before towering monuments that remind us "freedom isn't free," Giana's story captures the essence of what makes this program so powerful. For any high school juniors listening, applications open in December for next summer's trip. Check our website or social media for details on how you could experience this transformative opportunity. As Gianna's story demonstrates, some lessons can only be learned by walking in the footsteps of history.Run Time: 19 Minutes

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Travel back in time to 1944 Ambridge for a thrilling, wartime prequel to The Archers. At Brookfield Farm, with eldest son Jack away in the army, Dan and Doris Archer worry about Jack's pregnant wife, Peggy, stuck in bomb-stricken London. Should they invite her to Ambridge? How will a city girl like Peggy cope with living in the sticks? Meanwhile, Brookfield land girl Wanda is embracing rural life, particularly when dashing RAF war hero Max Gilpin moves to the village. Village life continues against the backdrop of the seemingly unending war. However when a series of ancient prophecies are unearthed, predicting death and destruction, the residents of wartime Ambridge (played by the cast of The Archers) are drawn into solving a cryptic mystery which sets the village alight. Dramatised from the novel by Catherine Miller, Victory at Ambridge is a vivid portrait of village life in England at a turning point in history. Dan Archer .... Timothy Bentinck Doris Archer .... Felicity Finch Peggy Archer .... Emerald O'Hanrahan Wanda Lafromboise .... Madeleine Leslay Max Gilpin .... Angus Stobie Grayson Lemmon .... Taylor Uttley Frances Bissett .... Mali Harries Henry Bissett & ‘Cad' Cadwallader .... John Telfer Bob Little .... Ryan Kelly Pamela Pargetter & Roza Topolska .... Susie Riddell Gerald Pargetter & Walter Gabriel ..... Nick Barber Other parts played by members of the company Written by Catherine Miller Dramatised by Tim Stimpson Producer & Director, Kim Greengrass Executive Editor, Jeremy Howe Technical Producers, Andy Partington & Vanessa Nuttall Production Coordinator, Nikita Berry A BBC Audio Drama Birmingham production

Travel back in time to 1944 Ambridge for a thrilling, wartime prequel to The Archers. At Brookfield Farm, with eldest son Jack away in the army, Dan and Doris Archer worry about Jack's pregnant wife, Peggy, stuck in bomb-stricken London. Should they invite her to Ambridge? How will a city girl like Peggy cope with living in the sticks? Meanwhile, Brookfield land girl Wanda is embracing rural life, particularly when dashing RAF war hero Max Gilpin moves to the village. Village life continues against the backdrop of the seemingly unending war. However when a series of ancient prophecies are unearthed, predicting death and destruction, the residents of wartime Ambridge (played by the cast of The Archers) are drawn into solving a cryptic mystery which sets the village alight. Dramatised from the novel by Catherine Miller, Victory at Ambridge is a vivid portrait of village life in England at a turning point in history. Dan Archer .... Timothy Bentinck Doris Archer .... Felicity Finch Peggy Archer .... Emerald O'Hanrahan Wanda Lafromboise .... Madeleine Leslay Max Gilpin .... Angus Stobie Grayson Lemmon .... Taylor Uttley Frances Bissett .... Mali Harries Henry Bissett & ‘Cad' Cadwallader .... John Telfer Bob Little .... Ryan Kelly Pamela Pargetter & Roza Topolska .... Susie Riddell Gerald Pargetter & Walter Gabriel ..... Nick Barber Other parts played by members of the company Written by Catherine Miller Dramatised by Tim Stimpson Producer & Director, Kim Greengrass Executive Editor, Jeremy Howe Technical Producers, Andy Partington & Vanessa Nuttall Production Coordinator, Nikita Berry A BBC Audio Drama Birmingham production

Will the tradition SEO we've come to know and master soon become obsolete? As generative AI reshapes search, learn what's next from James Cadwallader, co-founder and CEO of Profound, as he joins Kantar's Barry Thomas and Rachel Dalton on episode 81 of Kantar's Retail Sound Bites to discuss traditional to predictive search, new digital shelf strategies, human discovery, and more. Have a topic you'd like us to cover? Contact us at Kantar's Retail Sound Bites Podcast. Contact Barry: Email | LinkedIn Contact Rachel: Email | LinkedIn  

Today I am joined by Kristy Cadwallader! Kristy is the creator and photographer behind Kristy & New England. Her instagram @kristynewengland and website kristynewengland.com feature coastal and New England travel, classic style finds, & the renovation of her Connecticut home, Foxhill House. Kristy's home and design projects have been featured in print in Better Homes & Gardens Magazine, BHG Christmas Ideas, and several other publications and media sites. She has penned articles for Yankee Magazine's newengland.com and has even been in a style round-up on Town & Country. She loves photography, Nantucket summers, and coastal trad interiors. New England is always her muse, almost like a character in her content. Kristy lives in a little town in Connecticut and has been married for 23 years to her husband, Topher and they have two sons. Kristy's InstagramKristy's WebsiteCrohn's & Colitis Foundation

Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-eraBy Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea, then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader, sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace, reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my waistline."Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me. I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I think I passed out again."Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one elbow."I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it." The wispy voice directed.I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so. "Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel' looking down at me as I opened my eyes."Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting.  I think I smiled back and then tried to sit up"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.I shook my head, in the affirmative. "I think you must have banged your head pretty badly'” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of it."I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear. "I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative."He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you should be okay in a day or two."I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an angel?"She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name's Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do. What's your name?""Davy Arthur.""Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I call you Davy?" I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me."Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi, her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked like some of the dress material tied around her head.Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head."Thank you for rescuing me.""No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did you do on board, do you know how to navigate?""I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to eat?"I didn't know there was any food and must have looked confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if she would cry."I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were on board."She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here. My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded and smiled back"I think we have another few hours of sun before it gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material around my head and waited to see what food we had."If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I waited for her to start."Bon appétit." She declared, then took her first bite.Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said, "It means enjoy your meal, in French.""Bon appétit." I tried back.Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How are we going to make a sail?" I asked.She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't you think it'll work?" she asked."It's not that." I clarified."What then?" She said in a puzzled state.I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without my belt."Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing, "Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments also."We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter. Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it."How shall we do this,” Jemi implored; “Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best of times, not alone balance on a small boat."She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me, her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other stocking.As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat and there's so many things I want to experience before I die." She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and softness of her probing tongue.I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head."I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still have my chemise on."Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly remembering something, "What?" I asked.

Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-eraBy Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea, then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader, sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace, reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my waistline."Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me. I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I think I passed out again."Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one elbow."I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it." The wispy voice directed.I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so. "Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel' looking down at me as I opened my eyes."Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting.  I think I smiled back and then tried to sit up"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.I shook my head, in the affirmative. "I think you must have banged your head pretty badly'” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of it."I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear. "I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative."He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you should be okay in a day or two."I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an angel?"She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name's Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do. What's your name?""Davy Arthur.""Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I call you Davy?" I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me."Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi, her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked like some of the dress material tied around her head.Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head."Thank you for rescuing me.""No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did you do on board, do you know how to navigate?""I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to eat?"I didn't know there was any food and must have looked confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if she would cry."I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were on board."She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here. My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded and smiled back"I think we have another few hours of sun before it gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material around my head and waited to see what food we had."If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I waited for her to start."Bon appétit." She declared, then took her first bite.Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said, "It means enjoy your meal, in French.""Bon appétit." I tried back.Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How are we going to make a sail?" I asked.She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't you think it'll work?" she asked."It's not that." I clarified."What then?" She said in a puzzled state.I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without my belt."Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing, "Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments also."We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter. Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it."How shall we do this,” Jemi implored; “Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best of times, not alone balance on a small boat."She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me, her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other stocking.As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat and there's so many things I want to experience before I die." She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and softness of her probing tongue.I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head."I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still have my chemise on."Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly remembering something, "What?" I asked.

Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-eraBy Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea, then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader, sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace, reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my waistline."Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me. I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I think I passed out again."Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one elbow."I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it." The wispy voice directed.I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so. "Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel' looking down at me as I opened my eyes."Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting.  I think I smiled back and then tried to sit up"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.I shook my head, in the affirmative. "I think you must have banged your head pretty badly'” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of it."I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear. "I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative."He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you should be okay in a day or two."I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an angel?"She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name's Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do. What's your name?""Davy Arthur.""Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I call you Davy?" I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me."Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi, her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked like some of the dress material tied around her head.Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head."Thank you for rescuing me.""No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did you do on board, do you know how to navigate?""I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to eat?"I didn't know there was any food and must have looked confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if she would cry."I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were on board."She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here. My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded and smiled back"I think we have another few hours of sun before it gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material around my head and waited to see what food we had."If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I waited for her to start."Bon appétit." She declared, then took her first bite.Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said, "It means enjoy your meal, in French.""Bon appétit." I tried back.Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How are we going to make a sail?" I asked.She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't you think it'll work?" she asked."It's not that." I clarified."What then?" She said in a puzzled state.I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without my belt."Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing, "Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments also."We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter. Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it."How shall we do this,” Jemi implored; “Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best of times, not alone balance on a small boat."She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me, her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other stocking.As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat and there's so many things I want to experience before I die." She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and softness of her probing tongue.I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head."I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still have my chemise on."Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly remembering something, "What?" I asked.

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Anne Cadwallader is a former journalist who covered The Troubles during some of it's worst years and wrote one of the leading books on the proven collusion that occurred during The Troubles between British Govt/law enforcement and Loyalist paramilitaries.Anne's book and research focusing mainly on the period of 1972-1978 and group known as the Glenanne Gang, a loose collection of loyalist paramilitaries and, more worryingly, members of the RUC (police force in N.I at the time) who provided weapons, intel and more to help the group kill innocent Catholics who, almost exclusively, had no connection to the IRA.We discussed the infamous loyalist murderer Robin Jackson, the RUC officer John Weir whose evidence shed light on the collusion and blind-eye-turning took place. Anne tell us about the Dublin/Monaghan b*mbs which killed 33 and injured scores more, the Miami Showband Massacre and the evidence that links the Glenanne Gang to these atrocities.We spoke also about Operation Kenova, Operation Denton, the Legacy & Reconciliation Bill and their implications.Please subscribe and leave a rating if you enjoy the show.. thank you very much.00:00 Anne's background 5:33 First hearing of collusion between British Govt. & Loyalist paramilitaries 9:33 RUC's relationship with the Catholic and Protestant and the RUC's history 13:53 Why the UDA (Ulster Defence Association) was not classed as a “terrorist group”? & who were the UFF (Ulster Freedom Fighters)?16:03 Earliest examples of COLLUSION 18:13 THE GLENANE GANG 24:38 JOHN WEIR (RUC) & ROBIN JACKSON “The Jackal” 31:18 Robin Jackson's work with the RUC & UDR 34:53 DUBLIN/MONAGHAN B*MBING & MIAMI SHOWBAND MASSACARE and collusion involved 40:33 Did John Weir's superiors know ??43:43 John Boucher's Operation Kenova & Denton and Legacy and Reconciliation Bill 57:53 Will British security/intel officers brought to trial or convicted? 1:02:38 Pat Finucane m*rderFULL VIDEO EPISODES https://youtu.be/-_Fs3cVE54E?si=3kyrx-5PN61ON9cmANNE'S BOOKhttps://amzn.to/3YUQjWM

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In this discussion, Robyn Cadwallader tells of her writing process, the research of Medieval England, and the making of myths.  

Pastor Terry brings a powerful message on freedom this Sunday morning!

Welcome to Breaking Through in Cybersecurity Marketing, where we explore the hottest topics in cyber marketing, interview experts, and help you become a better cybersecurity marketer! In this episode, Emily Cadwallader, Partner Marketing Manager at Binary Defense, shares her expertise with Gianna and Maria.   Emily first joined Binary Defense as a marketing specialist wearing lots of hats. Once the company found its footing in channel strategy, Emily was able to focus all her efforts on that specific area. Channel marketing differs slightly from more traditional marketing, she explains, because it requires a more strategy-focused approach. When it comes to making things exciting, Emily believes that consistent contact with partners is super important. In terms of being there for marketing and collaboration, your partners can almost serve as an extension of your sales team.  Emily and her team at Binary Defense work closely with their partners to ensure they are involved in quarterly training and staying up to date with the latest offerings.    Among Binary Defense's partners include one tenure, several who are currently onboarding, and both regional and national partners. The first step of their most recent portal revamps was understanding what their ideal partner profile looked like. Next, Emily shares some of the company's most successful field events. If a partner already has their year of marketing strategy planned out for the year, it can be a great opportunity to tie in with them. Many partners have a cyber-specific day in which they come to evaluate their clients and prospects. Then, she elaborated on centralizing communications and activities and why it is so important for a successful partner program. These come in two forms: centralizing your communications internally and keeping consistent, open communication with your partners.     Emily received the Star Performer Award at Binary for her work as a partner marketer. She unpacks some of the qualities of someone who excels in partner marketing. First and foremost, you need to be a good communicator and have prior experience in the different avenues of marketing. This role can't be done alone, so the ability to collaborate with others is key. Finally, they engage in a fun guessing game to reveal what career Jennifer would pursue outside of the cybersecurity marketing field.   Links:   Follow Emily Cadwallader on LinkedIn. Keep up with Hacker Valley on our website, LinkedIn, Instagram, and Twitter. Follow Gianna on LinkedIn. Catch up with Maria on LinkedIn. Join the Cybersecurity Marketing Society on our website, and keep up with us on Twitter.  

Robyn Cadwallader and Dani Vee - The Fire and the Rose

Nicky Walker reviews The Fire and the Rose by Robyn Cadwallader, published by HarperCollins

Robyn Cadwallader is an award winning Canberra-based author  - with three historical novels to her name, along with poems, prize-winning short stories and a non-fiction book based on her PhD thesis about virginity and female agency in the Middle Ages. Robyn's first novel, ‘The Anchoress' was published in 2015 to critical acclaim and was awarded the Canberra Critics Circle Award for fiction and the ACT Book of the Year People's Choice Award. Her second novel, Book of Colours followed in 2018 - winning the 2019 ACT Book of the Year Award along with another Canberra Critics Circle Award AND it was shortlisted for a Voss Award.  In early May, Robyn's third novel ‘The Fire and The Rose' was released by HarperCollins.  And listeners, what a book it is.  A deeply moving, mesmerising and timeless story about a forbidden love.  A story about the power of words and a women's fight to be with the man she loves:  going against her Church, against the law and against her King.  A novel that explores prejudice and racism along with faith, this book left a deep and lasting impression on me. And so it was with great delight that I welcomed Robyn to the podcast recently to chat about her marvellous new book. 

In this episode, Jeff, Jeff, Alan, and David discuss: Devoting time to God even in the midst of our busy lives. David's journey to living and serving in Asia. Serving with a business mindset. Ministering both secularly and spiritually.   Key Takeaways: If you put God first in your life, He will take care of you. You can't ignore humanity in favor of only the spiritual to those who don't have the basics of living. On your own, you can only help so many people. But if you build scale and help people to help those in their communities, you will be able to serve and lift exponentially more people. There are ways to bridge the gap between secular and spiritual donors if it is approached properly to serve those in impoverished communities.   "God called us to get people out of physical poverty, but he also called us to get people out of spiritual poverty." —  David Sutherland About David Sutherland: David Sutherland is the Chair of the Board for International Care Ministries, a charity that serves the ultra-poor in the Philippines through 16,000 local indigenous churches. ICM has designed a four-month anti-poverty training program called Transform. At the end of this four-month program, ultra-poor participants experience a 107% increase in income, a 27% reduction in illness, and a 46% increase in an index of Hope. ICM has graduated 1.7 million Filipino family members from the four-month Transform program. ICM is now one of the largest charities in the Philippines, and recently expanded to serve in Uganda and Guatemala.Until early 2013, David was Morgan Stanley's Chief Financial Officer in Asia Pacific, responsible for the company's financial affairs in countries from China to India, from Korea to Australia. Before his role as CFO, David spent more than a decade as a Morgan Stanley Managing Director, overseeing its tax department in Asia.Since 2013, David has been full-time with ICM. But he has also held two other part-time roles as Chief Operating Officer of Pacific Andes (one of the largest fishing companies in the world) and Senior Advisor to FountainVest (a US$4 billion private equity fund that invests in China).Prior to Asia, David worked for Arthur Andersen; Cadwallader, Wickersham & Taft; Caplin & Drysdale; and the U.S. Department of Treasury where he was the Associate International Tax Counsel. In the later capacity, he represented the U.S. Government regarding tax issues with most countries in Asia, including successful tax treaty negotiations with Thailand and Indonesia.In addition to his role with ICM, David also serves as the board chair of Asian Charity Services (which provides pro bono management consulting services to hundreds of other charities), Friends of Hong Kong Charities (which processed nearly $100m of donations from US citizens living in Hong Kong to benefit dozens of Hong Kong charities) and the Lion King Project (which assists street children in North Bali, Indonesia).David has a law degree from the University of Virginia, a Master of Taxation from the American University, and a Bachelor of Science from the University of Louisville. David was the national intercollegiate debate champion in the United States in 1982.David and his wife, Deanna, have three adult children who grew up in Hong Kong and are now working and living in the United States.   Connect with David Sutherland:ICM Website: https://www.caremin.com/David's LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/david-sutherland-3827a963/ICM's LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/international-care-ministries/ICM's Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/internationalcareministries  Connect with Jeff Thomas: Website: https://www.arkosglobal.com/Book: https://www.arkosglobal.com/trading-upEmail: jeff.thomas@arkosglobal.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/ArkosGlobalAdv Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/arkosglobal/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/arkosglobaladvisorsInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/arkosglobaladvisors/

Spell Management, Traveling, Base Building, and Bards

Bill Cadwallader, an expert in electromagnetic radiation, joins the show to discuss the health risk posed by all of the wireless devices around you.  Cadwallader also gives some tips on how to lower your risk from these devices.    © 2023 KFTK (Audacy). All rights reserved. | iStock / Getty Images Plus

Julie's husband, Warren, was always her navigator on road trips. After he passed away, Julie got lost on her first trip without him. She started to panic, until a kind stranger helped her get back on track. Do you have your own story of an unsung hero? We'd love to hear it! Record a voice memo and email it to us at myunsunghero@hiddenbrain.org. Some guidance:--Focus on ONE moment that you will never forget. --Make sure you're in a quiet, non-echoey room.--Speak conversationally, like you're talking to a friend.--Let us know why this person continues to impact your life.--If your hero were standing front of you today, what would you say? Address them directly.-- Here are some tips on how to make a great recording on your phone.Thank you!

Spinning Out (another music podcast) We talk to artists about their favorite albums and go on wild tangents. Today we're talking with Peter Helmis of the bands Algernon Cadwallader, You're the Best & Yankee Bluff -- and previously of Dogs on Acid, Mike Bell & the Movies and so many others. We talked about Piebald's 1997 album When Life Hands You Lemons. We also talked about learning how to book bands by trial and error and the relationship a creator has with their own art. Algernon Cadwallader is on tour right now, so check out social media or their site www.algernoncadwallader.com for more info. Subscribe to our Patreon here: www.patreon.com/spinningoutpod Follow us on social media -- twitter and instagram (@Spinningoutpod) More Peter Links: https://yourethebest.bandcamp.com/album/youre-the-best https://www.mixcloud.com/sightunseenfm/

When was the last time you relly talked with someone about loss? Or flexed your crying muscles? In this episode, Embodiment Artist, Emotional Fitness Co-Creator, and mother Cara H. Cadwallader joins us to share about her journey dealing with compounded grief after losing her life partner Burt to cancer at the start of the COVID-19 pandemic. She shares about her journey as a mother and a widow amidst a shifting world and addresses such important facets of grief, like the urge to judge ourselves and our reactions, the challenge of allowing ourselves to fully feel and experience our emotions, and the instinct to apologize for our feelings. Listen for inspiration to be open about your grief, flex your crying muscules, and go on the journey that you need after a loss.    Resources: Learn more about Cara and her work here Learn more about the Mama Caravan and pre-order Cara's book The Mama Caravan: A Maternal Mental Health Map for Life After Loss here  Read Cara's Huffington Post article “The Love of My Life Died From Cancer. Now I'm Struggling to Raise Our Son Through Grief”   Join the Grief and Grace private Facebook group Enjoying the podcast? Support our production costs by donating here Receive your Free Grief Guidebook and find Jenn's work here Music by Daniel Plane: www.reelcello.com Podcast production by Caitlin Epstein

After 10 years of waiting, the return of Algernon is official and we had the pleasure of chatting with Peter Helmis for one of their first public interviews back! A few months ago Twitter had a top 10 most inspirational emo bands list making its rounds through the music community. Algernon Cadwallader was popping up on most of the lists on people's timelines. Little did people know that the band was planning a reunion tour. It was the surprise of the year, something that no one expected. The band didn't want to just do a one-off show either, they wanted to make it big with a tour that has multiple Philly dates and a stop at The Fest. I really enjoyed this conversation. Listen to us talk about the making of the comeback, their excellent discography, and so much more!  Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1BfYXNfaB5HBwHn4gxnEQE?si=qecL82PeR1ODKIzW7y5B1Q Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/behind-the-vinyl/id1507304176?i=1000570797818 Instagram: https://instagram.com/algernoncadwalladerband?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y Bandcamp: https://algernoncadwallader.bandcamp.com/album/algernon-cadwallader-2  

Maria Cadwallader interviews with KOTA to talk about the Hardrock Club Jeep Raffle.

Pastor Terry brings such a powerful message that cuts to the heart!

Dr Amy Cadwallader, Josh Klein, and Scott Schweikart join this episode of Ethics Talk to discuss safety and limited legal means of reining in social media influencers' advertisements about dietary supplements.    Interview with Dr Cadwallader recorded February 9, 2022  Interview with Josh Klein and Scott Schweikart recorded January 13, 2022 

Subscribe Apple | Google | Spotify | Stitcher | iHeart   Support The Daily Gardener Buy Me A Coffee    Connect for FREE! The Friday Newsletter |  Daily Gardener Community   Historical Events 1688 Birth of Cadwallader Colden (books about this person), Scottish-American physician, botanist, and Lieutenant Governor of New York. The genus Coldenia in the borage family is named for him. After arriving in the United States in 1718, Cadwallader and his wife raised ten children in Queens on their Coldenham estate. His fifth child was a girl named Jane, and early on, she expressed interest in botany. Cadwallader could not resist teaching her the topic. He opened up his library to her, shared his correspondence with her, and allowed her to be present when the family was visited by many of the leading botanists of the time, like John Bertram. Today Jane is remembered as America's first female botanist. Cadwallader was so proud of Jane that he once wrote to a friend, I (have) often thought that botany is an amusement which may be made greater to the ladies who are often at a loss to fill up their time… I have a daughter (with) an inclination... for natural philosophy or history… I took the pains to explain to her Linnaeus's system and put it in English for her. She [has] grown very fond of the study… Notwithstanding that, she does not understand Latin. She has already (written) a pretty large volume in... the description of plants.   1812 Birth of Charles Dickens (books by this author). The English Victorian-era writer and social critic had a garden at Gad's Hill Place, and he walked around the garden every day before writing. Charles' favorite flower was the Mrs. Pollock geranium (1858). The bloom is a classic geranium, bred by the Scottish gardener and hybridist Peter Grieve. Charles grew geraniums in his garden and conservatory at Gad's Hill. He even wore geraniums on his lapel. Charles' novels contain many garden references. In Hard Times, he wrote, Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. And in Bleak House, he wrote: I found every breath of air, and every scent, and every flower and leaf and blade of grass and every passing cloud, and everything in nature, more beautiful and wonderful to me than I had ever found it yet. This was my first gain from my illness. How little I had lost, when the wide world was so full of delight for me.   1880 On this day, Henri Frederic Amiel (books about this person), Swiss philosopher and poet, wrote in his journal: Hoarfrost and fog, but the general aspect is bright and fairylike and has nothing in common with the gloom in Paris and London, of which the newspapers tell us. This silvery landscape has a dreamy grace, a fanciful charm, which is unknown both to the countries of the sun and to those of coal smoke. The trees seem to belong to another creation, in which white has taken the place of green…. No harshness anywhere -- all is velvet. My enchantment beguiled me out both before and after dinner.    Grow That Garden Library™ Book Recommendation Green by Ula Maria This book came out in 2020, and the subtitle is Simple Ideas For Small Outdoor Spaces. Jason Ingram did a lovely job capturing beautiful images of these enchanting outdoor vignettes designed by Ula Maria. Ula Maria is a young landscape designer from Lithuania. She won the RHS Young Designer of the Year Medal back in 2017. In her book, Green, Ula is determined to reveal a simple truth about dealing with outdoor spaces: you don't have to be a plant guru to have a beautiful and functional outdoor space. There are styles and types of gardens to suit every individual. In this book, Ula focuses on outdoor spaces that are on the smaller side. Do you want to install a tiny Oasis on the balcony of your apartment? No problem. Are you looking to add a touch of the Mediterranean to your garden space and incorporate more color and vibrancy into an outdoor dining room? Well, Ula has you covered. Ula shares some of her favorite plants, and she divides them into functional areas like plants that can be used for structure or interest, et cetera. Stepping outside the comfort zone of your home and into the unknown of the outdoors may seem daunting at first. But remember that, unlike interior spaces, even the best gardens are never truly finished and are often frayed around the edges. This sentiment is something that Ula embraces, saying, "that's the beauty of nature."  Ula's book is 176 pages of doable ideas and encouragement to get your creativity flowing regarding your 2022 outdoor spaces - whether they're around your home or out in the garden, You can get a copy of Green by Ula Maria and support the show using the Amazon link in today's show notes. Note: I saw that a few used copies were going for around $4, but you'll need to act quickly if you want to get one at that price.   Botanic Spark 1867 Laura Ingalls Wilder (books by this author)was born. The writer, Marta McDowell, profiled Laura in one of her recent books, and she shed new light on Laura as a naturalist in one of her blog posts. She wrote, Long before she was a writer. Laura Ingalls Wilder was a gardener and farmer growing food for the table and raising crops for sale. In early February of 1918, over a hundred years ago, this month, Laura Ingalls Wilder used her writing talents to encourage people to garden in an article that she wrote for a local newspaper. Laura wrote, Now is the time to make a garden.  Anyone can be a successful gardener at this time of year and I know of no pleasant, her occupation these cold snowy days than to sit warm and snug by the fire making a garden with a pencil and a seed catalog.  What perfect vegetables do we raise in that way? Best of all, there is not a bug or worm in the whole garden and the work is so easily done.  How near the real garden of summer approaches the ideal garden of our winter fancies depends upon how practically we dream. and how hard we work.    Thanks for listening to The Daily Gardener And remember: For a happy, healthy life, garden every day.

Pastor Terry brings a powerful word this morning!

Pastor Terry Cadwallader delivers a powerful message!

Not everyone is meant to be a marketing manager, and it takes a certain unique set of skills. Greg Cadwallader from Secured Roofing and Restoration in Florida talks about key efforts, what to look for, and what to do with your time if you are a marketing manager or assistant for a roofing company to level-up the company. 

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Tank, Algernon Cadwallader's drummer, comes on the podcast to talk about our 2011 ADUTI winner, "Parrot Flies." The LP is a podcast favorite and we couldn't be any more excited to talk to about it with someone in the band. We talk about the record track-by-track, where Algernon was leading up to the record and also the mark it's left on emo for good.

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In this episode, we'll be test talking with Dave Cadwallader, a senior engineering manager in automation infrastructure, about a fleet of proven, open-source test automation tools developed by WalmartLabs that can help you succeed with automation. Get ready to discover lessons learned about building and maintaining code and infrastructure that support massive- scale testing at Walmart, as well as tips for working with front end web development teams on making them successful.

This week on Behind the Headlines, we interviewed British journalist, author and human rights advocate Anne Cadwallader about UK government collusion with terrorism in Ireland. Cadwallader is a former BBC and RTE journalist who has written extensively on the Northern Ireland conflict for media outlets like Ireland on Sunday, the New York Irish Echo, Reuters News Agency, and others. Using her deep understanding of the conflict, she has dedicated herself to helping bereaved families discover...