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Scottish heavy hitters, Hammer will self-release their new album ‘Trapped' on August 1st, 2025. An album with themes inspired by the band's collective interests in gaming and horror. Hammer realised, Hammer defined, Hammer as they stand today, and Hammer ready to mess you up. Featuring unexpected depth, impressive variety, and undeniable intensity, the Scottish metallers have aimed high with this release and hit the mark. Not just because of focus, but because it's the perfect distillation of who and what they are right now. Capable of delivering unrelenting ferocity across all areas of the band, but confident enough to let every single aspect of the band shine. Then, throw in a thick lathering of cynicism, anger, horror, and more, connected to the ‘entrapment' vein that runs through the entire thing, and you're left with an album that slaps hard. Read our full review here: https://www.gbhbl.com/album-review-hammer-trapped-self-released/ We caught up with three members of Hammer (James Andrews – vocals / Dave Farrell – guitars / Piotr Kasprowicz – bass), talking about the new album, the work that has gone into it, the ‘entrapment' vein, the ups and downs of the creative journey, why it is such a seminal release for the band, and so much more. Find out more here: https://linktr.ee/hammertheband Website: https://gbhbl.com/ LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/gbhbl Ko-Fi (Buy us a coffee): https://ko-fi.com/gbhbl Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GBHBL Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gbhbl/ Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/gbhbl.com Threads: https://www.threads.net/@gbhbl Twitter: https://twitter.com/GBHBL_Official Contact: gbhblofficial@gmail.com Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/gbhbl Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5A4toGR0qap5zfoR4cIIBo Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/hr/podcast/the-gbhbl-podcasts/id1350465865 Intro/Outro music created by HexedRiffsStudios YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKSpZ6roX36WaFWwQ73Cbbg Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hexedriffsstudio

Maximizing Your Agency's Potential: The Power of Willingness and CapabilityIn this episode, host Matt Diet delves into the crucial aspects of running a successful insurance agency, including staffing, sales, marketing, and retention. Matt shares his excitement about launching his first physical product, a training deck of cards, which encapsulates his entire course. He emphasizes the importance of willingness and capability in achieving success, illustrated by a story of an agent who successfully leveraged mortgage broker connections. Matt advises listeners to challenge themselves to reach their full potential and not shy away from asking for business. He concludes with a motivational call to action for agency professionals to maximize their capabilities and continually ask for opportunities.00:00 Introduction to Agency Launch00:17 Exciting New Product Launch01:19 Coaching Session Insights07:52 The Power of Asking09:22 Maximizing Your Capabilities10:58 Conclusion and Final Thoughts

Can the Sox win their upcoming series against a struggling Dodgers team? The team needs to upgrade both pitching and offense. Hart and Fitzy pay tribute to Hulk Hogan who passed away at age 71.

Send us a textThe Stanford Prison Experiment reveals how ordinary people transform under situational power, challenging our understanding of good versus evil.• Philip Zimbardo's childhood in the South Bronx shaped his interest in how good people do bad things• 24 normal college students were randomly assigned as guards or prisoners in a basement "prison" at Stanford• Guards quickly embraced authority, implementing degradation rituals and psychological domination• The experiment shows three levels of influence: personal traits, situational context, and systemic forces• Mechanisms of corruption include moral disengagement, deindividuation, conformity, and dehumanization• Abu Ghraib prison abuses directly parallel the experiment's findings, even cited in the official investigation• Resistance is possible through mindfulness, questioning authority, and understanding influence tactics• Whistleblowers like Joe Darby (Abu Ghraib) and Christina Maslach (SPE) show the power of moral courage• The "banality of heroism" concept suggests anyone can choose ethical action even in difficult situations• Breaking free from situational scripts requires awareness and critical thinking - your true superpowersBreak the script. You were meant to think freely.Support the show

Ben Criddle talks BYU sports every weekday from 2 to 6 pm.Today's Co-Hosts: Ben Criddle (@criddlebenjamin)Subscribe to the Cougar Sports with Ben Criddle podcast:Apple Podcasts: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/cougar-sports-with-ben-criddle/id99676

This week I'm talking to Dr Laura Sharkey, dog trainer turned dog breeder, who runs the Bosun Dog Project. This project produces lovely mixed breed dogs who are bred to fit well into homes as companions. This episode was actually recorded in person with me and Laura in the same room. We started talking about what we would talk about and then I realized she had already said some really interesting stuff, so I hit record and prompted her to start over, and away we went, talking about some of the fascinating discoveries she's made with her analytical brain while raising many litters of foster puppies and five litters of Bosun puppies! If you want to know more about the Bosun Dog Project, you can go to bosundogproject.com.

We're firing up the grill and talking killer BBQ with Blazing Star BBQ, Founder and Air Force veteran Michael Starr. We start with his Air Force days, where he was a satellite communications specialist aboard The National Airborne Operations Center, commonly known as “The Doomsday Plane”. These classified 747s are the nations' mobile command center for The President, Pentagon and Joint Chiefs. Capable of withstanding the effects of nuclear and electromagnetic attacks, it follows the President everywhere and ensures the government and military can continue even amidst catastrophic attacks against our nation. Starr, who grew up in North Carolina, shared how his global travels ignited a passion for food, flavors and great BBQ … despite being raised on “salt, pepper, butter and bacon grease.” He shared how he first began making sauces for local restaurants and revealed some of the special ingredients in his Blazing Star BBQ recipe. We discussed his rise during the pandemic, and how his social media earned Starr recognition from some of the top BBQ Pitmaster Champions in the country. We also heard more about Blazing Star seasonings, and how his products would eventually get picked up by some of America's largest retailers like; Home Dept, Ace Hardware and more. Get some Blazing Star BBQ essentials here: https://www.blazingstarbbq.com/ Special Shout out … Thanks to our delicious new sponsor “Eggland's Best”. From their unique hen feed and strict quality standards to a network of USDA-inspected local farms all over the United States, you can be confident that a classic, organic, or cage-free egg with the EB stamp on the shell is a superior egg that delivers farm-fresh taste. https://www.egglandsbest.com/ Connect with CBS Eye on Veterans, Host, Phil Briggs phil@connectingvets.com To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

✅ RB1 Overall Capable: Jeanty, Bucky, Achane.. ?

In this episode of the Wine and Gold Talk podcast, Ethan Sands, Chris Fedor, and Jimmy Watkins discuss the recent extension of Koby Altman and its implications for the Cleveland Cavaliers. They delve into the team's organizational stability, the impact of the second apron on team building, and the development of Evan Mobley as a potential franchise player. The conversation highlights the importance of assertiveness in Mobley's game and the transition of leadership from Donovan Mitchell to Mobley. The hosts emphasize the need for Mobley to step up and embrace his role as the team's future star while navigating the challenges of the NBA. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

L’acquisition de Joe Veleno n’est pas passée sous le silence aujourd’hui, alors que les Canadiens de Montréal lui a octroyé un contrat d’un an, d’une valeur de 900 000$. Centre gaucher, il vient certainement pallier le départ de Christian Dvorak, mais répondra-t-il aux attentes? Selon Antoine Roussel, ancien joueur de la LNH, Veleno est capable, le talent est présent, mais il va certainement devoir s’adapter, chose qui a été plus difficile dans le passé, avec les Red Wings de Detroit et les Blackhawks de Chicago. Roussel est tout de même content que ce soit Martin St-Louis qui prendra sous son aile Veleno! Alors que les rivaux de toujours, les Argonauts de Toronto, seront de passage au Stade Percival-Molson jeudi pour y affronter les Alouettes de Montréal, nous recevons l’entraîneur de la ligne offensive des moineaux, Luc Brodeur-Jourdain afin de mettre la table sur ce duel. Montréal tentera de rebondir après deux défaites consécutives et, bonne nouvelle, le quart-arrière partant Davis Alexander effectuera un retour au jeu. Brodeur-Jourdain nous louange d’ailleurs les efforts et le travail hors-norme d’Alexander! Eugénie Bouchard a annoncé sur ses réseaux sociaux aujourd’hui que qu’elle disputera son dernier tournoi professionnel à l’Omnium Banque Nationale. Âgée de 31 ans, Bouchard mettra un terme à une carrière marquée par un sommet au 5e rang mondial, atteint en 2014, année où elle s’était notamment illustrée en atteignant la finale à Wimbledon. Selon Hugues Léger, Bouchard a ouvert beaucoup de portes dans le tennis canadien et québécois. Maintenant, les jeunes femmes peuvent y croire et cela, c’est en grande partie en raison des bonnes performances d’Eugénie! Marie-Pier Houle est arrivée avec le sourire jusqu’aux oreilles et avec raison, son groupe vient d’officialiser son prochain combat de championnat! Elle se battra en septembre prochain contre la Portoricaine Stephanie Piñeiro Aquino pour la ceinture de la WBA chez les 147 lb. Elle a tenu à féliciter sa grande équipe qui l’a soutenu depuis le début de sa carrière. Ne s’étant pas combattu depuis novembre dernier, Houle a révélé ne plus tenir droit en attendant que le Groupe Yvon Michel lui trouve son prochain duel! 1)Antoine Roussel 2)Luc Brodeur-Jourdain 3)Hughes Léger 4)Marie-Pier Houle Voir https://www.cogecomedia.com/vie-privee pour notre politique de vie privée

Our great friend Candice Fabry is BACK with a career update and some timely advice for all of us in the area of "Taking Inventory." Candice is a longtime College and Pro Soccer Coach and she's also the Founder of Fearless & Capable. You get all of this and more on The Educational AD Podcast!

Someone help me. What happened. What's good bro. I think deadmau5 is my cat. Nah. You're serious? I'm…deadfuckingnserious. What makes you think that? [cat is deadmau5] lol isn't it super torturous as fuck as a woman knowing All you really want is for like, one man to like , Just like you, But dudes are notorious for like— Never ever really being able to just ”like” one person? Like dudes like everyone They are notorious whoooores. The like everybody. The older I get like the worse it gets Like here's this guy I like And I pretty much mostly just like him But then like, Look at all these girls! Fuuuuck that! NICOLE BYER OH LOOK. ITS DUM-DUM! this is because I keep forgetting you, isn't it? NICOLE BYER Yes it IS. this might actually be my favorite part of the story. BLŪ is taking a shower when suddenly— NICOLE BYER appears out of nowhere. HEY DUM-DUM. JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a picturesque and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies—. THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had to come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and tricks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be careful of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark--which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth of The force that the shadows could not bare— there were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the niceties of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affluent east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools and good old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowledge the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperament to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Someone help me. What happened. What's good bro. I think deadmau5 is my cat. Nah. You're serious? I'm…deadfuckingnserious. What makes you think that? [cat is deadmau5] lol isn't it super torturous as fuck as a woman knowing All you really want is for like, one man to like , Just like you, But dudes are notorious for like— Never ever really being able to just ”like” one person? Like dudes like everyone They are notorious whoooores. The like everybody. The older I get like the worse it gets Like here's this guy I like And I pretty much mostly just like him But then like, Look at all these girls! Fuuuuck that! NICOLE BYER OH LOOK. ITS DUM-DUM! this is because I keep forgetting you, isn't it? NICOLE BYER Yes it IS. this might actually be my favorite part of the story. BLŪ is taking a shower when suddenly— NICOLE BYER appears out of nowhere. HEY DUM-DUM. JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a picturesque and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies—. THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had to come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and tricks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be careful of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark--which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth of The force that the shadows could not bare— there were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the niceties of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affluent east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools and good old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowledge the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperament to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

Someone help me. What happened. What's good bro. I think deadmau5 is my cat. Nah. You're serious? I'm…deadfuckingnserious. What makes you think that? [cat is deadmau5] lol isn't it super torturous as fuck as a woman knowing All you really want is for like, one man to like , Just like you, But dudes are notorious for like— Never ever really being able to just ”like” one person? Like dudes like everyone They are notorious whoooores. The like everybody. The older I get like the worse it gets Like here's this guy I like And I pretty much mostly just like him But then like, Look at all these girls! Fuuuuck that! NICOLE BYER OH LOOK. ITS DUM-DUM! this is because I keep forgetting you, isn't it? NICOLE BYER Yes it IS. this might actually be my favorite part of the story. BLŪ is taking a shower when suddenly— NICOLE BYER appears out of nowhere. HEY DUM-DUM. JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a picturesque and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies—. THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had to come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and tricks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be careful of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark--which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth of The force that the shadows could not bare— there were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the niceties of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affluent east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools and good old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowledge the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperament to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū.

The Arizona Cardinals are running it back with nearly the same offensive personnel that they had in 2024. But with Kyler Murray, James Conner, Trey McBride and Marvin Harrison Jr., this unit has all the tools to be successful in 2025. Craig Grialou, Dani Sureck and Rob Fredrickson take a deeper look at the offense and who else will need to step up, particularly in the receiver room. Plus, the trio discuss Garrett Williams' ascension to not only the top of the Cardinals cornerback room, but to being one of the best corners in the NFL. Also, we take a look around the NFC West and gauge what the Cardinals' division rivals have done this offseason heading into the 2025 season.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Send us a textThis episode “Know What They're Capable Of” Is about when somebody does something to you that you never thought they would do, it's hard to ever trust that individual again because you know what they're capable of. Before this situation arose you thought you knew them, you thought they would always be status quo but once they crossed the line there's a trust that's lost whether you feel it or not you will react to it. If something is out of character, you automatically jump to that feeling that you had when they did something that you never thought they would do. In this episode I refer to it as waiting for the other shoe to drop and unfortunately when you're with someone that you're always waiting for the other shoe to drop it's almost like being in your own individual prison. I know we can't change people however I believe people can change themselves if they want to. It's all about seeing those red flags, how many do you see, how many are there and of course it depends on what the situation is and how drastic it is. If you keep yourself where you're walking your best life, your individual life, it doesn't matter so much what those around you do so long as it's not extreme and that's for you to judge. If this character is something that you can live with or not, that goes for friends, lovers any relationship that you might have. The old saying is when somebody shows you who they are believe IT.Support the show

JIMMY KIMMEL uses his newfound ability to time shift (not time travel, persay, but to alter many parallels of a given time) to undo joining a college fraternity. Also in the present nothing appears altered. This invisibly and almost even silently skews several multidimensional parallels into disarray. Unknowing st all of this, he seems content with his decision. Then again, he always seems sort of... JIMMY KIMMEL is quietly enjoying his fishing trip. Basking in the wonderful allone ness of solitude and silence, he uncaps a bottle of [insert product placement here] and takes a very hearty swig, letting out a super contended sigh. …content. It is a pictures and perfect day; however, something seems off; just then, as he admires his first catch, hanging from the line over the bow, a GIANT SHARK appears out of the water, snapping up his catch and retreating into the abyss with a thunderous SPLASH. Dripping with dismay (and lots of water) JIMMY KIMMEL explodes with an equally thunderous rage. WHAT THE FUCK! He teeters, sopping wet to the edge of the boat, peering momentarily into the rippling water before he realizes it may not be safe, and in the same glimpse from the side of his squinted unrelentlessly still glistening eyes, realizes that this shark has knocked over and spilled his entire bottle of [insert product placement here] He confusedly and exasperatedly cries out and upward into the skies— THIS IS A LAKE!!! Just a note to remember that I finally perfected my recipe for the absolute best vegan breakfast burrito just previously to writing this. It was delicious. Yes, it was. I— Oh, my god! Parallels, remember! No! (Suddenly eating a burrito) Your memory sucks! It has to. Isn't it all in the culture? I don't know what you're all on about Turned it all on, now i'm off, man Turned it all off, but I laid here for it– Tuned it around, And I payed her for it! How's That Now For an awful apocalypse All on the top of the grant And the ground And the landmine The top of the mountain The tip of the iceberg the tell of the tails And tails of the sweet custom made to order Suits and ties Of course don't rock the boat If you know its yours! JIMMY KIMMEL stares into the distance as baby shark blares over the common room television screen–he appears to be babysitting, but his look is so far off, you wouldn't know he was in the room. The baby shark song seems to drum up some uncomfortable memories from fishing over the weekend. He squints with disdain over the incident with a weary glean in his eyes; this is not something you discuss with other people. Isn't it all in the coat tails? It's toxic, but i've never been a model Or even wanted, so What are all the hot blondes at the office on about? You wanted the host of the talk show, And woke up to croissants and roses, orange juice and probable cause for your lawsuit, But in the moment you loved it So what's everyone on about? Isn't it all in the cufflinks? The stuff you don't tell to your home folks; The homegrown and midwestern corn folks, Discussing your show over corn flakes? So what's everyone on about? Let us just be honest, I didn't know how deep it was Until i opened up pandoras box, And thought, “What the fuck, I've found a horxcrux.” I've found a goldmine, I've got the fox and the hare all in one here, What a show host What a conundrum, What a construct, What a hopeless homonid What a heart to want nothing but To put the top Back on the box And walk away Unknowing all Of what I saw –Middle Days. There's no Tonight Show where I'm from No late night, And no radio hosts No television, no songs No one to lead us on And then to no where No one to cut us off Before the road opens No one to Stop us at the railroad enclosures And no one at all named Love Don't you know that the idea of all of you at all Is just so comfortable, mountain or a horse? Capable and strong? Don't you know the mold of you has sunk into my heart And formed a hole Where all the world will go, When i'm no longer mourning? Are you sure you want to– No. Not at all? I already did! But I saw this thing– Don't tell me about my death. But you were there. That's the thing, actually, you're not understanding– I wasn't. But– Quite possibly everyone and everything around me– Possibly even, or most probably, everything ever– But I promise, Jimmy, if that is even your name– It isn't– exactly. Everything happening–or unhappening in the moment– was everything but me. But– Goodbye! But– Goodbye, I said! I told you it was a deathtrap. That lady is crazy. I'm telling you, have faith! It makes sense. It doesn't make sense! It does make sense. It's just random–gibberish. Its absolutely ludicrous, Jimmy. She's crazy! You're youre right; it is ludicrous, actually, but listen to me— I'm finished listening. Yeah. I think i've heard about enough. But you haven't heard anything! I have now what I needed to know. But these writings… We'll take it from here, Jim. [The suits walk away.] I hope you're flame retardant. I ought to be by now, i guess. Double check your coverage. How'd that go. As expected. At least you expected it. There isn't anything around here I haven't been expecting lately. I mean. V.O. I've been working here for over twenty years… At least you're not being haunted by ghosts or anything. [The irony is in that yes, actually, he is talking to a ghost.] I get it (ripped apart) He's in the music away and carrying with it –you're on! A signal, A ghost– A sacrifice, A ritual, you're on again, Then off again The pitter patter of the dismissive members of Upper society, High ranking elitists And businussmen whom you admire astonishingly Despite discomfort, Whom, happen to no doubt Disapprove of you by nature And yet, Are also drawn To your own power Circumstance Judgement Morals Traditions Honors, Representatives of the establishment The state (no longer a democracy) Repression– All in writer's room revisions What happened? I haven't kept it safe or sacred One tear over Only out the left eye Listen, the marytr I opened a death trap I opened my widened mind To the unknown and impossible, Swallowed it whole with the lot of you I died with knowing only the lowest of the totem pole And yet, low and behold Now, I rise to the top, And such is known that without the bottom, The whole log topples over. Oh wow. I'm famous. Yes, and? It kind of hurts. Eventually that goes away. What a sensation. It's always there. You just stop feeling it. It lingers in on a sunday night, And at most on the full moon, no wolves howling; It sets in in the bunny ears atop the chatterbox In the kitchen, where It outshines us, from the other room On the radio tower, Where in time the vines have climbed And now flower bloom In silent golden era tunes, The tombs of all our knowledge and our light To fade with every passing hour here Goodnight, my son I do not want to know you Goodbye, my father, I do not want to rust And again I wake in the pain and lure of autumn To never known a summer song, And ponder on the dusk It lingers deep on Sunday evening, Setting hard on Monday morn, and though i write so fond of JImmy I dare often dream of Lorne Chapter Four Donovan Arnold was a lover and not a fighter. He never much had too come up against any kind of battle, either, because he was quite prone to always getting exactly what he wanted. Louis Greenworth was not merely a friendly rival—but a challenge, and the two came head to heat in various bouts and brawls in their time at The Summit, where most if not many collide with one another for fortune, and in gratitude that there they had been chosen for greater purpose. Something told me not too far on that Donovan had many to will and ticks up his sleeve without showing it, and in Louis's visions, he cautioned that I should be wary—although, in the rarer and flickering lights of Donovan's knowing and unknown, I should be csrefyl of Louis and his corners. Then, there wasn't a force amongst us which would lightly convey Louis—his doings and his shadows were dark/-which is why I had been fashioned to it, and the powerful man he was beared such a heavy weight on all the world around him that he was nothing less than a storm to weather in total. Then, Donovan was such the luck and clever, loving sprite, that his wit and charm was assuring to my embark; there was no way of truly ever waning in the way that Donovan had winged his way into the arrangement in his favor, but at the very least— disappointing his approval would gain no absolute pleasure beyond the astonishing dissonance of loyalty. Then, there were keepers surrounding the might and the truth if The force that the shadows could not bare— thee were times and marks and truths beyond the summit that were merely a facet of the things in the beyond, and in the way that The Source rules over its keepers, and its knowings—there was hardly any way for the nicities of pride, judgment most often throwing its way between dear Donovan Arnold and I. There was no nose that could t smell the stench if the foul odor that the rot of betrayal had done. The way of Donovan was seeking to know, without keeping or honor of heart—and I could not withstand another deep wound in the pit of my own truth. They called him Donovan Arnold Palmer because he made a mean Long Island iced tea— which of course he attributed to his affient east coast heritage, hailing from a long line of the posh and uptight standard boys and girls of the fools old days. A clean cut brown nose and absolute stickler for circumstance and dedication, his placement within these sacred places was vanity, first and foremost—and with a sense of tradition and pride he carried on in the way any man would, with great relief that the world didn't rest on his shoulders the way it did on Louis— then, nothing really rested on anyone the way it did in Louis Greenworth. chapter 5 The gifted saint of revelations “Did he hurt you?” I looked away without knowing where to look at all but down, my body aching with the waves of having been pressed and clutched against the spirals of time. The things I pretend not to know. “Who?” Genie seemed disappointed but still, patiently coaxing me with the comfort of his warmth— calling my eyes and looking deeply into the soul. I was petrified “What happened?”, he persists. “I don't know what your talking about.” , I mumble guiltily. He pauses for a moment as if he knows the depth of it— somewhere inside of me I know he knows, and behind me my mind is reeling and screaming, like a desperate unearthed fortune of unknown. Barely breathing, and shallow in the dark of the luminescence of the moonlight night, my loyalty overwhelms my pride and brotherhood. “What did he say?” Now his eyes fill with the pain and begging for the mercy of truth, as he whispers almost with a whimper, even in his strength and grace. In all those prayers not once had I even the ounce of nerve to think that he had uttered my name— now looking into him but huddled under him in heaps and ruins, I could not remember a time more when I wanted to disacknowlege the unknown and send a heap of words into the capes and canyons of his holy ears, though these things I knew for any time but especially this, I could never speak. “He who?” I can't wake up, I'm a rockstar Can't wash it off And I'm just so high on drugs That no matter the cost I just don't want to come down Don't want to want you anymore Relax. Think about it never or none And wonder what the world becomes when Weather tides and moon songs are no more Remember, then the dolphin And temperment to want what of course All of us covet But still, waking up in a dungeon. What a curse. Also, however What a cure, as you wander up The slithering road that parts Los Angeles from all the north of her Southern coast, If you want specifics The Pacific is at most And much admires Where you are, No matter how far you wander I want I want I want And I get I get I get I'm a rockstar. Maybe after all those times Being just the girl that all might have died to have been And getting mad over it You wake up to find yourself A stalker Who doesn't Leave the apartment And just watches the come up Of the songbird Who just wishes She had've gone To Harvard Not for law school But the arts, You know You lost a fortune That wasn't clever You wrote a hospital long report And look what you got! A suffix And later on an honorary doctorate But look at Letterman Hardly recognizable And after all The stopwatch just starts over at one Doesn't it Doesn't it? I'm a rockstar And what you wanted Was no subtle front But a surfboard and a ping pong table Writing your fables in the quiet of the night With the ocean steady lapping under the docks And not Collapsing her whole structure What a thunderous wave If you think it's time Then you haven't caved yet I offer all the pleasures of the golden science And as alchemy concerned Its really only valuable on this planet As it stands the liquid gold mines here Haven't budged an ounce— There's an overflow of all you've ever wanted With a pungent odor Or wrongdoing done And lemonade To pucker And to ponder over S'mores for supper, anyone? I thought not -KR. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project™ ] {Enter The Multiverse} L E G E N D S: ICONS Tales of A Superstar DJ The Secret Life of Sunnï Blū Ascension Deathwish -Ū. Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019-2025 ™ All Rights Reserved. -Ū. DJ NAMES: -Ū. | Happy Accidents! [H∆!], c o l o r s, Uptown A GENRE TAGS: ACID, ELECTRONIC, EXPERIMENTAL, DANCE, DUBSTEP DESCRIPTION: Prepare for sonic seismic activity! "Freaky Fridays" with the enigmatic -Ū. is about to detonate on the airwaves, bringing you the biggest bass explosion since the Big Bang itself! Climb aboard the mothership every Friday from 11 AM to 1 PM and launch your weekend into orbit with a mind-bending blend of clever soundwaves and subterranean bass frequencies that stretch from infinity and beyond. Forget the surface – the sound of the underground is pure fire and untamed heat with DJ -Ū. at the helm. This mononymous maestro, sometimes materializing under the mysterious and mesmerizing aliases Happy Accidents, c o l o r s, or even the warehouse tycoon Uptown A, is a sonic enigma. Though a Californian beach bum at heart, with a soul steeped in ocean vibes and sunshine, this DJ has found a home for her dance-fueled chaos in the industrial heartland of dance music, Brooklyn. Get ready for a swift punch of chaotic wonder as -Ū. seamlessly blends the Hollywood movie magic of her homeland – think swaying palms and suave vibes – with the gritty twists and turns from the bunkers of bass music: dubstep, UK garage, techno, new wave, drum-n-bass, and genre-bending mind-fluxes that defy categorization. But wait: There's More! -Ū. isn't just about the bass. This sonic time traveler digs deep into generations of music history, unearthing classic rock anthems, psychedelic soundscapes, trance-inducing rhythms, and those precious b-sides and rarities – forgotten gems from the stage, silver screen, and even the epic realms of fantasy, action, and adventure from blockbuster hits to obscure and insane. -Ū. is a one-of-a-kind Pandora's record box, unleashing a thrilling mix of sonic atrocities and unexpected delights – the sounds you didn't know you were craving. So, relax, strap in, and prepare for a sweet ride filled with magic, wonder, and jaw-dropping surprises as this time-traveling tycoon hits the radio waves with the freakiest, Friday-est, no-holds-barred, anything-goes sound the world has been waiting to hear! Tune in every Friday from 11 AM to 1 PM for literally 'whatever, man.' with your affectionate Captain, Blū Tha Gürū (-Ū.), and keep your ears peeled for guest appearances by [Any Alias Whatsoever.] Peace + Love. FREAKY FRIDAY 005. LIVE Originally Aired July 11th, 2025 Brooklyn, New York

Marveling at Leo Messi making history last night with another multi goal game. Comparing his career with LeBron and how both are passed their prime but still playing at the highest level.

It's frustrating to see years of savings disappear with a few bad trades or sudden market swings. For many, trading feels like a mix of luck and guesswork—full of hope, but low on certainty. The truth is, intelligence alone doesn't cut it in the markets. Without structure, even the smartest investors can burn out. What really changes the game is treating trading like a discipline, not a gamble. Brian McAboy is a trading coach and former quality manager who applies process improvement principles to help traders succeed. Brian is also the founder of Inside Out Trading and author of the book "Break the Cycle: 10 Things You Can Do in the Next 19 Minutes to Interrupt the Patterns of the Past and Stop Handing Back Your Profits." With nearly 20 years of experience, he's built a reputation for cutting through trading myths and focusing on practical skill-building. Today, he explains why most traders fail—not because of mindset issues, but because they lack solid training. His method centers on creating structured, repeatable systems that generate consistent results. Stay tuned! Resources: BECOME The Consistently Profitable Trader You Know You're Capable of Being Connect with Brian McAboy on LinkedIn

What feature would you most like to see in the next generation of mirrorless cameras? In this episode, Nino dives into the results of our latest community poll and discusses some of the most interesting suggestions and ideas shared by our listeners. Of course, we also cover this week's gear announcements—including DJI's new Power Stations and the Saramonic TC-Neo timecode box. Tune in to find out what features filmmakers are really hoping for in future camera releases!   Sponsor: This episode is sponsored by FUJIFILM. Check it out at 17:12   Chapters & Articles Mentioned in This Episode: (00:00) – Introduction   (04:26) - Is the FX2 Sony's Best Stills Body Yet? https://www.cined.com/is-the-fx2-sonys-best-stills-body-yet/   (13:12) - Your First Steps in Compositing – New Course “Get Me Started with Adobe After Effects” on MZed https://www.cined.com/your-first-steps-in-compositing-new-course-get-me-started-with-adobe-after-effects-on-mzed/   (18:04) - DJI Power 2000 Introduced – Stackable, Portable Power Station for On-Set and Remote Use https://www.cined.com/dji-power-2000-introduced-stackable-portable-power-station-for-on-set-and-remote-use/   (20:09) - DJI Power 1000 V2 Announced: Faster Charging, Higher Stability for Filmmakers and Adventurers https://www.cined.com/dji-power-1000-v2-announced-faster-charging-higher-stability-for-filmmakers-and-adventurers/   (25:25) - California Raises Film Tax Credits – But Is It Too Late? https://www.cined.com/california-raises-film-tax-credits-but-is-it-too-late/   (32:13) - Poll: What Features are Missing from Today's Mirrorless Cameras? https://www.cined.com/poll-what-features-are-missing-from-todays-mirrorless-cameras/   (01:01:02) - Saramonic TC-NEO Timecode Generator Released – Multi-sync Capable with Unique Charging Case https://www.cined.com/saramonic-tc-neo-timecode-generator-released-multi-sync-capable-with-unique-charging-case/   (01:07:50) - CAMERAMAMAS Roundtable – Inside the Realities of Motherhood as a Cinematographer https://www.cined.com/cameramamas-roundtable-inside-the-realities-of-motherhood-as-a-cinematographer/   (01:12:06) - Sony Implements up to 35% Price Increases on Cameras and Lenses in the US Amid Tariff Pressures https://www.cined.com/sony-implements-up-to-35-price-increases-on-cameras-and-lenses-in-the-us-amid-tariff-pressures/   We hope you enjoyed this episode! You have feedback, comments, or suggestions? Write us at podcast@cined.com 

Steve and Charlie heard from Pelican rookie point guard Jeremiah Fears ahead of New Orleans' trip to the Las Vegas Summer League.

In this episode, Kyle and Sara dive into one of the most powerful gifts we can give our kids: emotional intelligence.They unpack what emotional intelligence (EQ) really looks like in everyday family life, why it's essential for your child's mental health and resilience, and how to begin building it—even if you're still growing in it yourself. From common parenting pitfalls to simple, meaningful daily practices, this episode offers honest conversation and practical tools to help your kids thrive. Ready to raise kids who can manage big feelings, build strong relationships, and bounce back from challenges?Download the 15 Traits of Emotionally Intelligent Parents worksheet here:

In this episode of Sunday Strides, we're exploring a common, but quietly damaging, belief many riders hold: “If I was truly capable, I wouldn't need help.” Whether you've just begun leasing, you're training solo, or you've always dreamed of being an independent rider, today's message is for you. I share why needing support doesn't make you any less capable… In fact, it often means you're getting closer to your next breakthrough. And I gently redefine what guidance really is: not control or correction, but structure, perspective, and encouragement, especially when you're feeling stuck, messy, or unsure.

Direction la Colombie, pays réputé malheureusement pour son narcotrafic. Découverte étonnante cette semaine, et c'est une première : un sous-marin sans pilote capable de transporter plus d'une tonne de cocaïne. L'appareil a été saisi. Les détails avec Vincent Serrano.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Carl and Mike get back into some Braves talk and share more thoughts on how well the lineup played with the return of Jurickson Profar, however as the offense showed what they are capable of in their 8-3 win over the Angels, Carl and Mike agree starting pitching is still going to be Braves concern with both Chris Sale and Spence Schwellenbach on the IL.

The Fortified Life Podcast with Jason DavisEpisode 193 – “From Anxiety to Expectation” with Steve CussEpisode SnapshotAn eye‑opening conversation on noticing and diffusing leadership anxiety, closing the gap between our beliefs and experience of God, and cultivating healthy workplace cultures. Author, speaker, and Capable Life founder Steve Cuss shares practical frameworks from his books Managing Leadership Anxiety and The Expectation Gap that help leaders bring freedom to themselves, their teams, and their faith journey.Guest Bio – Steve CussRole: Author, Speaker, Organizational Consultant, Founder of Capable Life communityBackground: Born in Western Australia; pastoral training in the U.S.; CPE hospital chaplain residency forged his focus on anxiety and reactivityExpertise: Helping leaders notice contagious anxiety, break predictable reactive patterns, and foster well‑being in organizations and churchesResources: Books (Managing Leadership Anxiety, The Expectation Gap), podcast Being Human (Christianity Today), coaching intensives & Camino‑style spiritual journeysConnect: SteveCussWords.comTimestampedOutline Time Segment0:00 Welcome ¬ Jason sets the theme: dependency on Jesus in the marketplace2:10 Steve's backstory – From Perth to U.S. Bible college & unexpected chaplain residency8:35 Discovering personal anxiety in ICU rooms; the gift of “aggressive” supervisors15:12 Defining reactivity – the only contagious anxiety & why leaders must notice it25:40 People‑pleasing & perfectionism: false threats that wire our bodies for fear32:05 Managing Leadership Anxiety – central thesis, “what the world needs most is a well-leader”40:18 Introducing The Expectation Gap – Aligning head beliefs with body experience of God48:30 False reality vs. lived reality; spotting assumptions that sabotage faith & relationships55:20 Upcoming Capable Life Camino Walk in Spain; creating immersive growth experiences58:45 Lightning Round – What excites Steve about the rest of 20251:02:00 Where to find Steve's books, courses, and weekly newsletter1:04:00 Jason's takeaway + Fortified Life send‑off(“From the boardroom to the bathroom…”)Key TakeawaysWell‑being is leadership's greatest gift. A non‑anxious presence frees teams to thrive.Reactivity is contagious—& always rooted in a false reality. Notice it, name it, diffuse it.Mind the anxiety gap. Between stimulus and response lies space to choose freedom over fear (Viktor Frankl).Bridge the expectation gap by aligning your understanding of God with what your body experiences.Ask brave questions: “How do you experience me at my best…and at my worst?” Growth starts with honest feedback.The environment shapes awareness. High-intensity spaces (such as ICUs and crisis situations) reveal hidden coping mechanisms.Relief is reason enough. Doing the inner work leads to peace for you and the people you lead.Scripture Anchors1 Peter 5:7 – “Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.”Philippians 4:6-7 – Peace that surpasses understanding guards heart & mind.Proverbs 4:23 – Guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.Resources & LinksSteve's Website: SteveCussWords.com – free mini‑courses & weekly “Tips & Tools” emailBooks:Managing Leadership Anxiety: Yours and Theirs (Thomas Nelson)The Expectation Gap (NavPress)Podcast: Being Human on the Christianity Today networkCapable Life Community: Online memberships + live intensivesCamino Formation Walk (Oct 2025): Details at SteveCussWords.com/experiencesJason's Book: Fortify: Being Rooted in God's Plan for Work & Business – available on AmazonNext‑Step ChallengesIdentify one trigger of leadership anxiety this week; practice pausing before responding.Survey your team with Steve's question: “When I'm at my worst, how do you experience me?” Commit to shrinking the gap.Journal the expectation gap: Note a belief about God and where experience doesn't yet match. Pray for alignment.Memorable Quotes“What the world needs most is a well leader—someone working on themselves more than on their team.” — Steve Cuss “Reactivity is the only anxiety that spreads faster than a rumor.” — Steve Cuss “Humans are like trout: trying to get the most food in the laziest way possible.” — Steve Cuss.Connect & ShareSubscribe: FortifiedLifePodcast.com | New episodes Wednesdays 8:30 PM ESTFollow Jason: IG/Twitter @MrFortify | LinkedIn Jason DavisFollow Steve: IG/Twitter @SteveCussWords | LinkedIn Steve CussHashtags: #FortifiedLife #LeadershipAnxiety #ExpectationGap #FaithInBusiness #CapableLifeProduction CreditsHost: Jason “Mr. Fortify” DavisGuest: Steve CussProducer & Audio: Positive Power XXI StudiosEditing: VEGAS Pro | Transcript by Descript (AI‑generated)Show Notes:  © 2025 Fortified Life Podcast • All Rights Reserved

durée : 00:43:52 - Questions du soir d'été - par : Mattéo Caranta - À l'occasion de la sortie du rapport de la commission d'enquête parlementaire sur les violences scolaires, cette émission revient sur les solutions proposées pour prévenir les violences physiques et sexuelles. - réalisation : François Richer, Vivian Lecuivre - invités : Paul Vannier député La France Insoumise du Val-d'Oise; Violette Spillebout Députée Renaissance de la 9e circonscription du Nord et porte-parole du groupe à l'Assemblée; Élisabeth Lusset Historienne, chargée de recherche au CNRS, rattachée au Laboratoire de médiévistique occidentale de Paris; Frank Burbage Ancien professeur de philosophie et ancien inspecteur général, membre de la Ciivise (Commission Indépendante sur l'Inceste et les Violences Sexuelles faites aux Enfants) et copilote du projet de programme EVARS (éducation à la vie relationnelle, affective et sexuelle)

Ted is joined by former Red Bull technician Calum Nicholas and Sky Sports own Craig Slater to discuss all the action from the Austrian Grand Prix. What was the difference between Oscar and Lando, how are Red Bull feeling after a disappointing home race, Sauber's new base and Calum gives us an insight into life in the pit lane.

You're smart. Driven. Capable. So why do you keep repeating the same patterns that drain your energy, hurt your relationships, and steal your peace?

In this episode, we will discuss what makes macOS Tahoe 26 for the Mac more capable, productive, and intelligent than ever.  Amongst the new features, we will be telling you about a stunning new design, more Continuity experiences with the Phone app and Live Activities, the biggest update to Spotlight ever, expanded Apple Intelligence capabilities, … Continue reading Episode 286, macOS Tahoe 26 makes the Mac more capable, productive, and intelligent than ever →

"Even if you've been on the receiving end of apathy or judgment, you still get to be the kind of person who offers the opposite. The kind who listens closely. The kind who validates tender places. The kind who sprinkles her speech with honey — sweet, healing, and full of life."Leave a comment for Kristen: https://incourage.me/?p=253199--The summer issue of DaySpring's Everyday Faith magazine is here! Pick up a copy today on DaySpring.com or at your local Sam's Club, Costco, CVS, Walmart, or wherever you buy magazines. We hope that this issue helps you experience and share God's love in fresh, true, and inspiring ways!The (in)courage podcast is brought to you by DaySpring. For over 50 years, DaySpring has created quality cards, books, and gifts that help you live your faith. Find out more at DaySpring.com.Connect with (in)courage: Facebook & Instagram for daily encouragement, videos, and more! Website for the (in)courage library, to meet our contributors, and to access the archives. Email us at incourage@dayspring.com. Leave a podcast review on Apple!

Parents need all the help they can get to raise resilient, God-honoring, community-contributing kids. In 2010, Eleanor Rodriguez, an elementary school principal in Santa Ana, California, reached out to community leaders for help. Rising poverty, gang violence, drugs, and other high-risk behaviors were impacting the education and well-being of the city's children. The city's youth were being lost. Parents and leaders were desperate for long-term solutions.Ultimately, out of her desire to change the trajectory of her own little slice of earth, Rezilient Kidz was formed.Today on the show, I get to converse with David Frush who helps communities throughout the West Coast establish Rezilient Kidz programs to give parents the tools needed to help their children stand up and take responsibility for themselves and those around them. He hopes Alaska will be the next state.Support the show

Send us a textOn the outside, you look composed. Capable. Unshakable.On the inside? You're holding your breath, smiling through the sting, and hoping no one sees the blisters.In this episode, we're talking about the invisible pressure to perform as a leader, how it sneaks in through high standards, polished presentations, and yes, even cute-but-painful shoes. This isn't about appearances. It's about the cost of pretending to be fine when you're not.Because the strongest leaders aren't unreadable. They're relatable. And when you trade polish for presence? That's when real trust, creativity, and clarity show up.You'll hear:A relatable (and slightly painful) story from the trenchesWhat to say instead of pretending it's all okayWhy showing up real is a gift to your team and not a liabilityIf you're tired of leading through gritted teeth or curated calm, this episode is your permission slip to drop the act, say the thing, and lead from a place that's real.Let's get into it.Want to increase revenue and impact? Listen to “She's That Founder” for insights on business strategy and female leadership to scale your business. Each episode offers advice on effective communication, team building, and management. Learn to master routines and systems to boost productivity and prevent burnout. Our delegation tips and business consulting will advance your executive leadership skills and presence.

MCP, or Model Context Protocol, is an open-source project originally created by Anthropic. MCP is designed to let AI agents to connect to data repositories, applications, business and developer tools, and other agents to execute tasks and carry out instructions. Day Two DevOps explores the capabilities and pitfalls of MCP, how the protocol works, and... Read more »

MCP, or Model Context Protocol, is an open-source project originally created by Anthropic. MCP is designed to let AI agents to connect to data repositories, applications, business and developer tools, and other agents to execute tasks and carry out instructions. Day Two DevOps explores the capabilities and pitfalls of MCP, how the protocol works, and... Read more »

Like the episode? Let us know with a quick text!In this episode, we dive into the inspiring story of Stefan, a dedicated runner and Fresh Junkie ambassador, who went from a challenging childhood to becoming an unexpected hero during the Crescent City Classic.Stefan shares his initial struggles with fitting in, his journey to discovering running, and how it transformed his life.A significant highlight is his heroic act of helping a fellow runner during the Crescent City Classic, showcasing the true spirit of the running community.Tune in to hear about his training routines, race experiences, and the valuable lessons he's learned along the way.Stefan Clayton - https://www.facebook.com/stefan.clayton.3Races MentionedTiger 10kCrescent City ClassicSaints Kickoff RunLouisiana Quarter MarathonMississippi Half MarathonMardi Gras MambaLouisiana Half MarathonShout OutsScott ThornhillElizabethHilary ScheinukFresh Junkie RacingJenni PetersVaristy SportsDwayneDanny HuynhRebeccaAinsley's AngelsSupport the showFor more details on Run Your Story happenings, visit https://runyourstory.com/For web development or tech services, visit https://gaillardts.com/Go Run Your Story and take a piece of this story with you! Follow us on Facebook and Instagram for the latest news on upcoming episodes. Support me on Patreon!Can't wait to hear Your Run Story!! Thank you to all of our Patreon supporters!Kristen RatherSteve TaylorMary TrufantSuzanne CristSuzanne ClarkAnna SzymanskiDave McDonaldKarla McInnisJames ContrattoJordan DuBoseCristy EvansSharonda ShulaNell GustavsonMeredith NationsAllyson SwannChris Strayhorn

MCP, or Model Context Protocol, is an open-source project originally created by Anthropic. MCP is designed to let AI agents to connect to data repositories, applications, business and developer tools, and other agents to execute tasks and carry out instructions. Day Two DevOps explores the capabilities and pitfalls of MCP, how the protocol works, and... Read more »

Sure you can handle it all, but where is taking you? In this deeply personal, wildly validating summer conversation, Thea sits down with longtime friend and Cowgirls Over Coffee original Audrey Hall to unpack a question many of us are circling: What happens when your capability becomes your identity … and your margin disappears?This is an episode for the woman who's built a life she's proud of and is left asking why it still feels so hard. For the one who gets it done, who performs under pressure, who's known for delivering but lives in depletion.Together, Thea and Audrey explore:Why “high performance” starts to feel like a trap.The difference between nurturing your ambition vs. demanding from it.What it really costs to prove your capability over and over again.How excellence can mask burnout.Why we sometimes feel safer in stress than in stillness.And, what it means to move from rocky soil to something more nourishing.You'll hear stories about rodeo royalty, sad girl eras, and gym floor epiphanies but underneath it all is a real-time conversation about rebuilding your relationship with ambition, restoration, and joy. If you've ever said, “I'm not afraid of the effort, but dang I'm tired of proving my worth through it.,” this one's for you.Mentioned in this episode:Follow Audrey Hall on Instagram at @audreyetta.Listen to Audrey's new podcast, Cowgirl Church.Books by Trevor Mowad: It Takes What It Takes and Getting to Neutral.Let's Keep the Conversation GoingScreenshot this episode and tag @cowgirlsovercoffee with your favorite takeaway. Tell us your flavor of patience, your version of presence, or what kind of soil you're growing in this summer.

Ecoutez L'angle éco de François Lenglet du 24 juin 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

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In this episode of The GoodKind Podcast, hosts Clayton, Chris, and Amy discuss the importance of chores in family life, exploring how they teach responsibility, independence, and teamwork among children. They share personal anecdotes about their own family routines, the challenges of parenting, and the balance between independence and togetherness in household tasks. The conversation also touches on the spiritual aspects of habit formation and the role of chores in developing healthy, structured adults.TakeawaysChores are essential for teaching responsibility and independence.The concept of chores can be framed as a communal responsibility within the family.Chores can be seen as practice opportunities for life skills.Independence in chores can foster a sense of teamwork within the family.The process of teaching chores can be viewed as an apprenticeship.Making time for teaching chores is crucial for effective parenting.Chores can create opportunities for connection and togetherness in family life.

Pastor Mike answers the question, "Should Christians engage in lawsuits?"

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Raising a teen boy? Dr. Lisa & Reena use the Netflix series Adolescence as a springboard to explore masculinity, emotional vulnerability, and how boys handle pressure in today's world. Together they explore how adults can support boys as they navigate social media, anger, sadness, and identity. The Emotional Lives of Teenagers: Raising Connected, Capable, and Compassionate Adolescents: https://drlisadamour.com/books/the-emotional-lives-of-teenagers/ Raising Cain: Protecting the Emotional Life of Boys: https://www.michaelthompson-phd.com/books/raising-cain/ ________________ “Ask Lisa: The Psychology of Parenting” is the essential podcast for parents seeking expert guidance, tested strategies, and psychological insights on raising kids, especially tweens and teens. Join renowned clinical psychologist Dr. Lisa Damour and former journalist and mom of two Reena Ninan as they explore real-life parenting challenges.  Looking to learn more about how to boost kids' resilience, build their confidence, or support their emotional well-being? Dr. Lisa and Reena have got you covered! Together they address listener questions about stress, anxiety, social media concerns, school pressures, and challenges in peer relationships. Each episode provides practical advice and science-backed solutions to help parents raise resilient, confident, and emotionally healthy kids. Tune in every week for the latest topics in parenting, child psychology, and family wellness. Get answers to your most pressing parenting questions. New episodes drop every Tuesday.  Check out our Ask Lisa Podcast Playlists. Binge specific topics like Raising Sons, Staying Connected to Your Teen: https://www.youtube.com/@asklisapodcast/playlists ________________ Episode Keywords: parenting teen boys, masculinity, emotional development, Netflix Adolescence, teenage anger, boys and mental health, father-son relationships, emotional intelligence for teens Show Keywords: ask lisa podcast, dr lisa damour, reena ninan, psychology, parenting, podcast, teens, tweens, parenting teens, parenting tweens, teen parenting, tween parenting, parenting tips, parenting advice, positive parenting, parenting podcast, teen behavior, tween challenges, raising tweens, raising teens, parenting hacks, parenting help, family dynamics, kids podcast, mental health, teen mental health, attachment styles, emotional intelligence

Melinda Wenner Moyer, author of the new book Hello, Cruel World! joins me to break down the most essential skills kids need to thrive in today's complicated times.   Together we explore:   The three powerful themes Melinda saw again and again in her research and how you can tap into these to help you be more effective in your parenting. Practical and realistic ways to help kids feel truly seen and heard. How slowing down, staying curious, and fostering a growth mindset isn't just for kids, but for parents too. The surprising power of guiding children to discover answers on their own—and how this can actually build critical neural circuitry in their brains A simple, impactful question you can ask your child to help them reflect and learn to trust their own judgment. The critical yet often overlooked role of self-compassion in mental health, and the three key components of self-compassion every parent should know. What it really means when kids say things like “I hate myself” or “I shouldn't be part of this family,” and how to respond with empathy.   If you've ever felt overwhelmed by the pressures of modern parenting or worried about helping your child manage their feelings and decisions, this episode offers research-backed, actionable wisdom you won't want to miss.     LEARN MORE ABOUT MY GUEST: ✨ https://www.melindawennermoyer.com/   READ HER BOOKS:

Everybody loves a good story—especially when it's one that's still being written. In our new series, The Acts of Us, we're exploring how real people—flawed, messy, normal people—ended up changing the world. And why that same kind of impact is possible for you, too.

You can let this parenthood thing change you. You can let this make you better. 

If our kids are achieving but not thriving, what are we actually working toward? In this profoundly helpful and eye-opening conversation, Ned Johnson and Dr. William Stixrud—authors of What Do You Say? and The Self-Driven Child—return to share powerful insights about raising kids who can handle stress, stay motivated, and actually enjoy their lives. We talk about what it means to be a non-anxious presence, how our words and behaviors shape our children's mental health, and why the “Yale or fail” mindset is doing far more harm than good. Packed with specific phrases to use (and avoid), guidance on school pressure and tracking apps, and wisdom from decades of working with anxious families, this episode offers a better way forward. If you've ever worried about whether you're doing enough—or doing it right—this one will help you exhale and refocus on what really matters: raising kids with resilient brains, meaningful relationships, and the capacity to experience joy. ** Learn more about Bill and Ned here Get your copy of What Do You Say? here Get your copy of The Self-Driven Child here Get your copy of The Self-Driven Child workbook here Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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