Podcasts about chancellors

I began today's show with some notes and antidots. First of all my comments on the on the west coast teams traveling so much or are they? The anger black man came out in my response to all the whining that's going on from the people out west and those not in the know. Next, the Iamaleva saga continue with a couple of new twist. Nico's little brother, Madden is the star of the latest mess the family had cooked up. The NFL draft is something that I have on in background on day one and if there is an interesting the next two days I may track it. This years story of the draft was a car wreck. I describe in one word long before Stephen A .Smith did so. Listen to find out the one word answer give for the draft.  Lastly, I finish the show why the House Case settlement is in jeopardy, who's to blame and why are the bad faith actors behaving the way the they are responding to Judge Wilkins( yes, that's her in the photo) strong suggestion and now her threat to the leaders of college athletics. I'm not talking about the NCAA.(the small office in Indy) It's clearly the eggheads in charge of college sports. The school Presidents, Boards of Regents, Chancellors, Conference Commissioners and Athletic Directors. At the end of the show I explain why they are acting in bad faith with the terms of the settlement and what are they trying to gain by digging their heels in and openly disobeying the judge's suggestions and now warning on the topic of roster limits. It's pretty simple why they are doing it. Title Sponsor: minnesotapersonalinjury.com Sponsor: www.linkzart.com www.jaybeesgloverepair.com   #Housecasesettlement, #judgewilkins, #collegeleaders, #Iamaleavabrothers, #UofArkansas, #NFLdraft, #collusion, #Raspatoryillnesses, #Collegesportstravel,   

A whole host of Treasury buffs have sent in their questions this week in wake of the Spring Statement, for Ed Balls and George Osborne to answer. Former Chancellor Jeremy Hunt asks whether in the light of Labour's announcing civil service reductions and welfare reform, the government is “stealing our clothes”? Lord Macpherson, Permanent Secretary to no less than three Chancellors, praises Rachel Reeves' “courageous” claim of non-negotiability on her fiscal rules (which George translates as a euphemism for ‘bonkers').Shadow Chancellor Mel Stride is predictably critical of the Chancellor's choices, but how much is Rachel Reeves to blame for the situation she finds herself in? And Ruth Curtice, Chief Executive of the Resolution Foundation and another former Treasury civil servant, sparks a conversation about how living standards will ultimately dictate Labour's electoral chances. Plus, Ed and George also clash over Keir Starmer's use of “coalition of the willing” - is this a conscious attempt to provoke American sentiment, or simply a widely used buzzphrase? You could have been listening to this episode of EMQs early and ad-free with a Political Currency Gold subscription! And even better, you can now get even more perks by becoming a member of our KITCHEN CABINET to get access to live tickets, merch and more! Subscribe now: patreon.com/politicalcurrency or on Apple Podcasts: apple.co/politicalcurrency. Please note Kitchen Cabinet subscriptions are only available through Patreon.Technical Producer: Danny Pape Producers: Miriam Hall and Jarek ŻabaExecutive Producer: Ellie Clifford Political Currency is a Persephonica Production and is part of the Acast Creator Network. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Subscribe now on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Watch Call me Back on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@CallMeBackPodcastTo contact us, sign up for updates, and access transcripts, visit: https://arkmedia.org/Dan on X: https://x.com/dansenorDan on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dansenorLast week, three federal agencies — including the Department of Education — announced a comprehensive review of the funding relationships between the federal government and Columbia University in regards to Title VI of the Civil Rights Act. Like most universities, Columbia receives a great deal of federal funding. The Federal Task Force to Combat Anti-Semitism, created by the Trump Administration, announced that it will visit 10 university campuses that have  seen a shocking rise in antisemitism since October 7, 2023.According to Education Secretary Linda McMahon, “Americans have watched in horror for more than a year now, as Jewish students have been assaulted and harassed on elite university campuses. Unlawful encampments and demonstrations have completely paralyzed day-to-day campus operations, depriving Jewish students of learning opportunities to which they are entitled. Institutions that receive federal funds have a responsibility to protect all students from discrimination. Columbia's apparent failure to uphold their end of this basic agreement raises very serious questions about the institution's fitness to continue doing business with the United States government.”According to Maya Sulkin in the Free Press, “even though Columbia formed a Task Force on Antisemitism weeks after Hamas's invasion of Israel on October 7, 2023, and issued two reports that revealed shocking instances of Jew hate on campus—not just among students but professors and administrators—the college has done little to root out the problem.”As a result, on Friday the Trump Administration announced the cancellation of $400 million in federal grants to  and contracts with Columbia. Following these developments, one could be left with the impression that higher education is doomed. Yetwe were struck by the reaction from the Call Me Back community to a conversation we had with the Chancellor of Vanderbilt University, Daniel Diermeier, last November, in an episode titled “How Vanderbilt University is getting it right.” It reminded us that some universities have impressively navigated the past 16 months.Vanderbilt is one of them. Another is Washington University. The Chancellors of both universities (Washington University Chancellor Andrew Martin and Vanderbilt's Diermeier) recently issued a set of principles that every university should be able to adopt. They summarized these principles in a piece in the Chronicle of Higher Education, titled: “Universities Must Reject Creeping Politicization.” You can read it here: There have been other universities, like the University of Michigan, which in the months after October 7, 2023 experienced massive disruptions. Yet according to conversations we have had with current Jewish students, the university administration has been doing much better than others. University of Michigan President Santa Ono has taken promising steps on a number of fronts, including the University's relationship with Israel, that could also serve as  a model.So, against the backdrop of chaos at Columbia and Barnard this past week, we sat down with WashU's Andrew Martin and Michigan's Santa Ono at the ADL's “Never is Now” Summit in New York City, for a candid conversation about what has happened at each of their universities, lessons learned, and charting a path forward. Additional items:ADL's Campus Antisemitism Report Card: https://www.adl.org/campus-antisemitism-report-card-Free Press reporting on Columbia University:https://www.thefp.com/p/exclusive-trump-administration-cancels-https://www.thefp.com/p/trump-columbia-antisemitism-federal-fundingCREDITS:ILAN BENATAR - Producer & EditorMARTIN HUERGO - EditorYARDENA SCHWARTZ - Executive Editor of Ark MediaGABE SILVERSTEIN - Research Intern YUVAL SEMO - Music Composer

With Keir Starmer recently forced to promise his Chancellor, Rachel Reeves, would stay on until the next election, Westminster Insider Host Sascha O'Sullivan talks to former Chancellors and advisors who have worked in No 10 and No 11 Downing Street over the last 30 years to find out how to survive one of the toughest gigs in politics. She talks to former Chancellor Norman Lamont about the aftermath of the Black Wednesday financial crisis in 1992 and what lead to John Major sacking him less than a year later. Former advisor to Blair and Brown Theo Bertram tells Sascha the Chancellor-turned-PM Gordon Brown struggled to relinquish control over the Treasury to his new neighbour in No11, Alistair Darling. Sam White, who worked for Darling during his time as Chancellor, explains how an ideological wedge pulled the two apart before and after the 2008 financial crash. George Osborne, former Chancellor and now host of the Political Currency podcast, explains his unusual closeness with David Cameron through their shared belief in the merits of austerity. But he tells Sascha how their closeness may have risked a form of 'groupthink' during their time in office. Osborne also sets out why he thinks Rachel Reeves current economic plans have more in common with his economic agenda in the 2010s that people might realise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week we have a rather nice time discussing faking it till you make it - or not - gated content and why people are so angry all the time. We also wander off and discuss the Chancellors' CV, more fake it till you make it, and whatever else takes our fancy.

In one fell swoop the Bank of England cut interest rates today and worse, their forecast for growth. They now believe the economy will grow at HALF the rate originally predicted. And the bank is pointing the finger at the Chancellors tax rises in the last budget as the problem. Is Rachel Reeves in trouble? Is the country? And will the Prime Minister stick by her as Chancellor? Later, Kemi Badenoch has a new test for immigrants coming to Britain. Can they prove that they will give more back to the country financially than they take out ?Tickets to The News Agents Live On Stage with HSBC UK are now on sale! You can get your tickets for Birmingham, Manchester and Edinburgh here: https://articles.globalplayer.com/7giHoMavXLgdrd6gaC3GxWG7T8Editor: Tom HughesExecutive Producer: Louis DegenhardtProducer: Natalie IndgeDigital Editor: Michaela WaltersSocial Media Editor: Georgia FoxwellVideo Production: Rory Symon, Shane Fennelly & Arvind BadewalDigital Journalist: Michael BaggsDon't forget you can also subscribe to our other News Agents podcasts via the link below:https://linktr.ee/thenewsagentsThe News Agents USA now have merch! Click here to buy yours now: https://store.global.com/collections/the-news-agentsThe News Agents is brought to you by HSBC UK - https://www.hsbc.co.uk/

Join host Geoffrey Rubin, MD, MBA, FACR, as he talks with Alan H. Matsumoto, MD, MA, FACR, FSIR, FAHA. A distinguished interventional radiologist, Dr. Matsumoto is the former Chair of the Department of Radiology at the University of Virginia and currently serves as Chair of the American College of Radiology (ACR) Board of Chancellors. A prolific scholar, he has authored over 300 publications and delivered more than 500 invited presentations. Additionally, Dr. Matsumoto has served as President of the Society of Interventional Radiology and the Virginia Radiological Society. Dr. Matsumoto's inspiring journey begins with a personal history rooted in resilience—his parents' families spent time in internment camps during World War II, a fact he only learned about much later in life. Born in Salt Lake City, he moved with his family to Stockton, California, at the age of 5 ½, where dreamed of becoming a professional baseball player. A self-proclaimed rabble-rouser, he credits his high school years for teaching him the value of building relationships with diverse groups of people (hint, this involves ice cream!), a skill that he has been carried forward into his academic and professional career After attending medical school at the Bowman Gray School of Medicine at Wake Forest University, he completed an Internal Medicine residency at the University of Massachusetts before transitioning to radiology, completing his Diagnostic Radiology residency at the University of North Carolina. Following Fellowship training in Vascular and Interventional Radiology at Georgetown University, Dr. Matsumoto and his wife, also a radiologist, spent two years in private practice in Florida before settling in Charlottesville at the University of Virginia in 1991 – and he has never looked back. Throughout his leadership journey at UVA, Dr. Matsumoto has emphasized the importance of emotional intelligence, change management, and servant leadership and reflects that his most rewarding moments as a leader come from bringing people together to accomplish shared goals. His story is a testament to the power of perseverance, collaboration, and leadership grounded in humility and a desire for clinical excellence. Don't miss this special episode of Taking the Lead.

Rich Wilkerson, Sr., is the founder of Peacemakers and the Senior Pastor of Trinity Church in Miami, Florida. He is also an evangelist and author. Since 1973, Rich has ministered to youth and families through evangelism and local church ministry. His humorous style and power- packed speaking have been the key to seeing thousands turn to Christ. Over 1.5 million students have attended his presentations in over 1600 public school campuses throughout the United States and Canada. The Wilkersons also serve as Chancellors at North Central University in Minneapolis, Minnesota.  And he and his wife, Robyn are ministering in the heart of Miami and continue to be committed to the local community through cutting-edge ministry outreaches.   The Wilkersons have been married for over 40 years and have four sons, three daughters-in-law, and five grandchildren.     To reach out to Pastor Wilkerson or get a copy of his book, just go to http://ichoosehonorbook.com  ------------------------   If you want to help us transform the lives of even MORE MEN for God's glory, please take a minute to leave us a helpful REVIEW on iTunes: http://www.rmcpodcast.com or wherever you listen to your favorite podcasts; and make sure you SHARE this podcast with any man (or men) you're mentoring or discipling.   And make sure you don't miss an interview episode by signing up for our Man-to-Man eNewsletter at http://www.RealMenConnect.com, and grab your FREE copy of the Real Men Victory Tracker.    Talk with Dr. Joe 1-on-1: Are you stuck? Want to go to get your faith, marriage, family, career and finances back on track?  Then maybe it's time you got a coach. Every CHAMPION has one. Schedule an appointment to chat with Dr. Joe on how we can help you spiritually love and lead your family better and become the hero of your home.   Dr. Joe takes on only a few Breakthrough Calls each week to help you with your faith, marriage, work, and financial challenges.  The call is FREE, but slots are limited to ONE call only.  NO RESCHEDULES.  Just click on the link below and select the BREAKTHROUGH CALL option to set up an appointment: http://TalkwithDrJoe.com  If no slots are available, please check back in a week.   Also join us on: Join the Real Men 300: http://www.RealMen300.com Facebook Group: http://www.realmenuniversity.com/ YouTube: http://www.RealMenTraining.com Facebook: @realdrjoemartin Instagram: @realdrjoemartin Twitter: @professormartin

NYC Parent Blog, on the SHSAT and Chancellors regulations on privacy; https://nycpublicschoolparents.blogspot.com/2024/12/comments-on-shsat-and-chancellors.html Class Size Matters, Presentation to CPAC: Problems with the DOE's failure to implement class size reduction https://classsizematters.org/problems-with-does-implementation-of-class-size-reduction/ Class Size Matters, Video of CPAC presentation, ten minutes in: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmQinnJyThkJon Valant bio https://www.brookings.edu/people/jon-valant/ Brookings Institution, Project 2025 and education: A lot of bad ideas, some more actionable than others, https://www.brookings.edu/articles/project-2025-and-education-a-lot-of-bad-ideas-some-more-actionable-than-others/ Brookings Institution, Be wary of what you read in the school voucher debatehttps://www.brookings.edu/articles/be-wary-of-what-you-read-in-the-school-voucher-debate/ AP, A push for school choice fell short in Trump's first term. He may now have a more willing Congress https://apnews.com/article/election-2024-trump-school-choice-congress-019f50fb5ad7994434573c2244fd1b62 Ed Week, What a National School Choice Program Under President Trump Might Look Like https://www.edweek.org/policy-politics/what-a-national-school-choice-program-under-president-trump-might-look-like/2024/11Reuters, Trump eyes 'school choice' tax break, a longstanding conservative goal https://www.reuters.com/world/us/trump-likely-expand-school-choice-longstanding-conservative-goal-2024-11-21/ AP, Trump wants to end ‘wokeness' in education. He has vowed to use federal money as leverage, https://apnews.com/article/trump-woke-education-24f864d83e2f5745d12a79ebac0d7cc4 NEA, Protections Against Discrimination on the Basis of Sex, Including Sexual Orientation and Gender Identity, and Pregnancy and Related Conditions Under the New Title IX Final Rule , https://www.nea.org/resource-library/title-IX-final-rule-protections-against-discrimination Ed Week, How Trump Could Roll Back Access to Free School Lunches, https://www.edweek.org/policy-politics/how-trump-could-roll-back-access-to-free-school-lunches/2024/11

Universities are public service organisations, educating and researching for the broader societal good. Yet in many countries, the UK and Australia among them, public funding for these institutions has been stripped back forcing them to take a more strategic, commercial approach to generate the income needed to support their work. How can institutions balance social responsibilities against the need to maintain sound finances? How can they improve the quality of teaching and research while driving efficiency and streamlining spending? And how can they remain competitive in an ever-changing global higher education sector? We spoke to two vice-chancellors about how they navigate these challenges. Alex Zelinsky has been vice-chancellor of the University of Newcastle, Australia, since 2018. He a computer scientist and systems engineer by background who has previously worked in government as Australia's Chief Defence Scientist. Anton Muscatelli has been principal and vice-chancellor of the University of Glasgow since 2009. He will be retiring next year after leading the university through a period of impressive growth. An economist, Anton was chair of the First Minister's Standing Council on Europe and a member of the Scottish Government's Council of Economic Advisers until 2021. He has been a special adviser to the House of Commons Treasury Select Committee on fiscal and monetary policy, and has advised the European Commission and the World Bank.

Parent Coalition for Student Privacy, Letter opposing the proposed revisions to Chancellors regulation A-820; https://classsizematters.org/serious-concerns-with-does-proposed-weakening-of-their-student-privacy-regulations-how-you-can-help/ on student privacyBriefing on failures of NYC to protect student privacy including potential revisions to Chancellors regulation A-820 co-sponsored by AQE and the Parent Coalition for Student Privacy https://studentprivacymatters.org/safeguarding-your-childs-personal-data-threat-to-student-privacy-from-does-use-of-digital-learning-teenspace-college-board-ai-more/Talk out of School show on threats to student privacy from Teenspace and AI, Sept. 23, 2024 https://talk-out-of-school.simplecast.com/episodes/student-privacy-concerns-with-teenspace-and-aiDOE's proposal for 3rd year SY2025-2026 of mandated class size reduction  video: Joint Class Size Training Webinar (Open external link);  Class Size FAQChalkbeat, As Kamala Harris ascends to Democratic presidential frontrunner, get to know her education recordhttps://www.chalkbeat.org/2024/07/22/democratic-presidential-candidate-kamala-harris-on-education-and-schools/Hechinger Report, How could Project 2025 change education?https://hechingerreport.org/how-could-project-2025-change-education/Center for American Progress, Project 2025's Elimination of Title I Funding Would Hurt Students and Decimate Teaching Positions in Local Schools https://www.americanprogress.org/article/project-2025s-elimination-of-title-i-funding-would-hurt-students-and-decimate-teaching-positions-in-local-schools/Remarks by Vice President Harris at the American Federation of Teachers' 88th National Convention https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/speeches-remarks/2024/07/25/remarks-by-vice-president-harris-at-the-american-federation-of-teachers-88th-national/ 

Some chancellors determine the fate of their governments with their budget – and Rachel Reeves may do so on October 30th. But prime ministers have no equivalent levers. Does this make some chancellors more powerful than their prime ministers?  Support Rock & Roll politics on Patreon. Rock & Roll Politics is live at Kings Place on November 27th. Come and join Steve for the final show of the year. Tickets here. Written and presented by Steve Richards Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

[DO NOT RESUSCITATE] Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a long night– Got coffee and tacos A long talk with your blonde wife To bypass the psycos Right, though? Bro, it's so over; I won a whole asshole and a four leaf clover In a game of poker Now, brush your shoulders off Brush your hair, Pet the dog, And kick the cat over and over Till he turns back to a robot “You're so gross.” –don't i know it. The whole world is over –you jump first, I'll follow Lets keep talking About the letters I penned To the false Gods, Painted them scarlett, of course Scattered em from here to Scarboro Fair, I was right there, then out of nowhere a new nightmare with nice hair Here we go again Lines out the door; We got lines out the door Out of Order The world is at war The whole world has run Out of water The four is the for Theres no five But the V for vendetta Theres lines out the door The whole world Is a mom And a daughter My jokes get better, The buildings look bigger I pretend this seltzer is alcohol Cause i want it To make me forget I've got all my– Huh There's a line out the door. What if– Me, And all of your friends And all of my Wait, I don't have any friends I'm getting a cat. I was just thinking about Mila Kunis. Oh yes, why's that? SETH MCFARLENE YEEEEE. YEEEEEEE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. WHAT, GODDAMMIT GIGGITY! OKAY, ASSHOLE Eyes on eyes, and tears on tears All the years ive cried On ears on ears Why am I even here? It's been too long, since i've been touched I don't love love but i dislike lust I don't trust anyone I don't have a number I crawled up my arm, Danced with the blood drawn BLŪ wakes up famous. [The world swirls into a plume of dark blue sky; BLŪ awakens suddenly from the blackness of a deep sleep in the middle of a road, a group of people, friends, swirling around her.] YO. What? BLŪ. What's up. PARTY FOUL, BROH. … Billie Ellish? Billie Pirate Ellish. Uh. That's why the rum– Is gone. What. Guess i'm Jack Sparrow, now. Hey wait–are you even legal? Uh. I'm a mad fucking genius; are you legal? I don't know. Besides, this was your idea. What–what? Exactly. Get up. Wtf is going on in this scene. Idk i might a have to play the song again Fuck that. I'm about to slit myfucking wrists. HAVOC. Where are we going? You still got that NDA in your wallet? I–yeah. Then we're gucci. “Waking up Famous” I don't know exactly what happened. [Looking in the mirror, confused.] This is a nice leather jacket. I wonder if i'm still Vegan. Damn. I look mad rich. BLŪ hurry UP! [toilet flushes with foot] Alright, I'm coming. [Blu checks her pockets to find a wallet, the contents including numerous cards–metal ones, with copious amounts of cash, and pre-filled NDAs which have been folder neatly and stuffed into the corner pocket of the trifold wallet] Billabong. Classy. I'm never gonna finish that other project, am I? Whatever. Leave Fallon alone. I did. –it came back. Cut lil blonde Hot as Finneas O' Connell Possible homosexual, but god love him Cause I'm hungry Lookin for lunch Somebody as scrunches Pull up and crunches Cause my monster is Lookin to Humpty Dumpty Fuck, I forgot Rosie O'Donnal! I cant get no Satisfaction— The Rolling Stones What's wrong, Saint Jimmy? Lucius? What is it. Percius would like to see you. Oh. The Prince Lucius hasn't left his chamber in days—however, as his brother Percius has just returned from war, he quickly emerges from his resting place, an alter of sorts. Damn, I'm getting a headache. I almost never have headaches. It was true, and of course, as I started to write about this prince and his so said brother, Lucius and Perseus, I was reminded once more of Athens, where I had just been however briefly, in a short astral trip of sorts, wandering about in the dreamworld, looking for something or someone in place of my pillow to hold. Did you want to walk to Trader Joe's? I mean, kind of, but no. My muscles were sore and I had just spent some two hours in the gym, not on purpose but quite by accident, though only having run just under two miles, though at least uphill, and spending the rest of the time lifting—I had been bound to mostly beans and rice, and so however was bloated and gassy, quite slow and not as strong, my regular protein just out of reach… Dang. I have so much to fucking do today. I hadn't realized that somehow it was Saturday, although just a couple days before had been a Wednesday that felt like Sunday, and now again time was all out of sorts; it was a “holiday” weekend, and I was without a doubt, drowning in my own having-to-do's, and as such, weekends and days off were entirely not a thing, besides in ways that those bustled around me—and I was sure that some days had been lost, as I was planning to visit the food bank on Friday, but had somehow skipped over the end of the week entirely—somehow, that is, and I was sure sometimes that in skipping days, meditating and fasting about, however intermittently, that time itself shuffled in all the ways I had, between cross dimensions and parallels such as I—I had been hovering somewhere between the 6th and. 10th dimensions, for the most part, and none with having to understand the undoubted shifts in my own perception of time that were bound to happen, as I sprawled across the astral plains looking and searching for a sign that the tragic poverty, restlessness, and lack of peace wound end. Bound to your alter, my dear brother? Aye. So perhaps here there was another unfounded Kingdom within the realm of Ascencia—Lucius, a prince, and Percius—seemingly slated the King, and yet I had unreached such a conclusion as to assimilate an entirely factioned world, as of yet. What did you write last night? Uh…I don't know. Well, let's see Something had shaken me from my almost-sleep, laying sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the mattress, rather than to either side, which was rare; I typically preferred the left side of the mattress, anyway, but as I waited to launder my bedding, after a sweaty and sweltering almost summer day of lounging, smothered in shea butter and lackadaisically scrawling about what recordings had been buried in my phone, between the collection of books I had practically all found in the streets of New York and the rising temperatures of the tepid summer weather, my room was starting to smell funny—and without being able to burn sage anymore, for fear of being thrown back into the streets like a dog, I with every hope in the world figured that washing my thick bedding, comforter included, would restore the crisp and rigid, almost factory clean that I found satisfactory. Songs buzzed in and out of my head as if I hadn't enough already much to do—and still, I added into my growing pile of notes and mounds of work, even more songs—this time, The Rolling Stones. I can't get no Satisfaction… …but I try— —and I try— —and I try— And I try! I can't—get no—! God, I wish I could write something like that. The rock Gods had at the very least been accompanying me, and in a certain sense, so had the Gods of The Rock; I had been forced up out of my dormant state by a voice which urged me away from my near sleep—I had been up since six AM and it was something past midnight, and still the voice said— “Get up and write!” And though I had words tinkering around in my head like little coins in some sort of metal box, none of them quite made so much sense that I had to get up and write—however, still the voice, though not angry, but firm, insisted. The voice, for once, sounded female— a welcome change, and though I had become quite fond of males in general, in the solemnly celibate sense, it was a difference and yet none at all— a voice of wisdom had projected itself at me, and as I dragged myself about, reaching for a notebook and flipping through the pages, finding that the notebook was practically full… ‘great, more shit to do' I held the words that had tinkered around in my mind like little whispers until I found a page to make them full formed, and the words which fell into my hand as scriptured by the pen—my favorite writing utensil, nearly out of its cherishable gel ink, danced upon the page nearly on its own, channeling the words written as such: Once prosperous to throw The stone asunder Glisten whispers of water Tears of al tears |ter| Of the altar, For follow for fello, A felon of Antigone Grace, with shield A tattered tail, So flew with feathered Phoenix ? Feared, Foreshadowed not, Agreed upon however, Was the velvet woven path of us, So honored in her fortress . Yeah, something about Rockefeller Plaza. Well there were all these hooded figures in like weird, brown velvet robes— That's true, I saw that. Yeah, I was there, You WHAT? Look what I got. Fuck me, man. You know, there's a lot more to this story. I was hoping so, but however also, hoping not. Man, Jimmy Fallon's wife is super hot. Gee! Yeah man, she's so cute. W0W. I like her, They're Gods. I think they're Gods. yuh. What else did I write? There was something else? What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Somethin. Yeah. The pages of the notebook were all full, something of a book of shadows and protection spells I had used in an attempt to ward off my ex husband—how of course, that they were done with, I should very well have been jotting them into with all the notes, into the documents—later to burn them, unable to afford the parchment book I wanted. For what a withered way would call an honor for fortunes duty, Glorified wherein in as shadows, Cast upon reflections in redacted incantations and enchantments, foreword come, theone who waits Believing darkness be his fate Whatever, man. Fuck Jimmy Fallon. If you really feel that way! I feel a lot of ways. Well, don't. I'm so, so hungry… So, so lonely… So, so fuckin broke. Man—I learned all this dumb ass magic just to protect myself from this guy, and all this still happens! I think it's just Satan. [Satan Appears] Man— she is JACKED. Try this one. Follow me, boy! Uh— okay. I'm staying single forever. Don't look at me. That's my girl. Don't look at me. What the fuck. Stop looking at her: Don't look at me! Men are hopeless. Fuck dude, like, the worst thing imaginable is that this Jimmy Fallon dude actually hates me so much for this— What? Uh oh. And is so fucking powerful. He is. A very, very powerful— Well, what is it!? We don't— know. *gasps* He's a— SHHHHHH. [Redacted] Well, that's not doing much, is it? Seriously, just kill yourself again. Might have to! Fuck, why do all these robot demons SMELL like him? Satan? Yep. Satan ?! I'm— Seriously, save him. Seriously, God really loves Jimmy Fallon— (He's one of my favorites.) Favorite what's?! Just—favorites. Damn. This is getting to be like Greek Theatre. Great. Now everybody's gonna fucking die. It could be a comedy. Holy shit, yeah— This has mad good production value. I love it! Strange shit I just did give my OWSLA tat a kiss Smile for the camera, Pageantry of mattresses, A master of the MagicIan's chance at Chancellors dance, Look at Harrison trance Can I run a mile for President? A toy chest, A boy, just Obama I'm so much older Been through such trauma What the Willy wonka I should apply for Harvard New York over Boston So Columbia or Juliard I wish Son of a bitch, this is tragic I'm too old for scholarship Diploma's in another name I just got protective orders on I should start over But the world war is another Trump drama My Amazon cart is full of karma What you want from God? A trophy husband, Let's call him Oscar -undefeated. All this is weird I think imm married to the music Think of growing a beard Opening a beer And getting out of here All of my fears is Mommy dearest mommy dearest All of my hell is A body Imm a seed in a forest Been buried Bipolar, Supposedly, So tell me, Faery; How could I love you The way I I do If my mood Were restablized My blu life Gave me blue eyes Clean tub of water I don't belong here It's too late for me too Swapping Vogue for the People My people who hate me But I been so played, The hatred betrays me I walk both ways Down a one way street {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū. [handle with care. ] lol this is so fucking obnoxious. i know. thats how you know i'm a DJ. hahaha shutup. HAHAHAHA [The Festival Project.™]

Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a long night– Got coffee and tacos A long talk with your blonde wife To bypass the psycos Right, though? Bro, it's so over; I won a whole asshole and a four leaf clover In a game of poker Now, brush your shoulders off Brush your hair, Pet the dog, And kick the cat over and over Till he turns back to a robot “You're so gross.” –don't i know it. The whole world is over –you jump first, I'll follow Lets keep talking About the letters I penned To the false Gods, Painted them scarlett, of course Scattered em from here to Scarboro Fair, I was right there, then out of nowhere a new nightmare with nice hair Here we go again Lines out the door; We got lines out the door Out of Order The world is at war The whole world has run Out of water The four is the for Theres no five But the V for vendetta Theres lines out the door The whole world Is a mom And a daughter My jokes get better, The buildings look bigger I pretend this seltzer is alcohol Cause i want it To make me forget I've got all my– Huh There's a line out the door. What if– Me, And all of your friends And all of my Wait, I don't have any friends I'm getting a cat. I was just thinking about Mila Kunis. Oh yes, why's that? SETH MCFARLENE YEEEEE. YEEEEEEE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. WHAT, GODDAMMIT GIGGITY! OKAY, ASSHOLE Eyes on eyes, and tears on tears All the years ive cried On ears on ears Why am I even here? It's been too long, since i've been touched I don't love love but i dislike lust I don't trust anyone I don't have a number I crawled up my arm, Danced with the blood drawn BLŪ wakes up famous. [The world swirls into a plume of dark blue sky; BLŪ awakens suddenly from the blackness of a deep sleep in the middle of a road, a group of people, friends, swirling around her.] YO. What? BLŪ. What's up. PARTY FOUL, BROH. … Billie Ellish? Billie Pirate Ellish. Uh. That's why the rum– Is gone. What. Guess i'm Jack Sparrow, now. Hey wait–are you even legal? Uh. I'm a mad fucking genius; are you legal? I don't know. Besides, this was your idea. What–what? Exactly. Get up. Wtf is going on in this scene. Idk i might a have to play the song again Fuck that. I'm about to slit myfucking wrists. HAVOC. Where are we going? You still got that NDA in your wallet? I–yeah. Then we're gucci. “Waking up Famous” I don't know exactly what happened. [Looking in the mirror, confused.] This is a nice leather jacket. I wonder if i'm still Vegan. Damn. I look mad rich. BLŪ hurry UP! [toilet flushes with foot] Alright, I'm coming. [Blu checks her pockets to find a wallet, the contents including numerous cards–metal ones, with copious amounts of cash, and pre-filled NDAs which have been folder neatly and stuffed into the corner pocket of the trifold wallet] Billabong. Classy. I'm never gonna finish that other project, am I? Whatever. Leave Fallon alone. I did. –it came back. Cut lil blonde Hot as Finneas O' Connell Possible homosexual, but god love him Cause I'm hungry Lookin for lunch Somebody as scrunches Pull up and crunches Cause my monster is Lookin to Humpty Dumpty Fuck, I forgot Rosie O'Donnal! I cant get no Satisfaction— The Rolling Stones What's wrong, Saint Jimmy? Lucius? What is it. Percius would like to see you. Oh. The Prince Lucius hasn't left his chamber in days—however, as his brother Percius has just returned from war, he quickly emerges from his resting place, an alter of sorts. Damn, I'm getting a headache. I almost never have headaches. It was true, and of course, as I started to write about this prince and his so said brother, Lucius and Perseus, I was reminded once more of Athens, where I had just been however briefly, in a short astral trip of sorts, wandering about in the dreamworld, looking for something or someone in place of my pillow to hold. Did you want to walk to Trader Joe's? I mean, kind of, but no. My muscles were sore and I had just spent some two hours in the gym, not on purpose but quite by accident, though only having run just under two miles, though at least uphill, and spending the rest of the time lifting—I had been bound to mostly beans and rice, and so however was bloated and gassy, quite slow and not as strong, my regular protein just out of reach… Dang. I have so much to fucking do today. I hadn't realized that somehow it was Saturday, although just a couple days before had been a Wednesday that felt like Sunday, and now again time was all out of sorts; it was a “holiday” weekend, and I was without a doubt, drowning in my own having-to-do's, and as such, weekends and days off were entirely not a thing, besides in ways that those bustled around me—and I was sure that some days had been lost, as I was planning to visit the food bank on Friday, but had somehow skipped over the end of the week entirely—somehow, that is, and I was sure sometimes that in skipping days, meditating and fasting about, however intermittently, that time itself shuffled in all the ways I had, between cross dimensions and parallels such as I—I had been hovering somewhere between the 6th and. 10th dimensions, for the most part, and none with having to understand the undoubted shifts in my own perception of time that were bound to happen, as I sprawled across the astral plains looking and searching for a sign that the tragic poverty, restlessness, and lack of peace wound end. Bound to your alter, my dear brother? Aye. So perhaps here there was another unfounded Kingdom within the realm of Ascencia—Lucius, a prince, and Percius—seemingly slated the King, and yet I had unreached such a conclusion as to assimilate an entirely factioned world, as of yet. What did you write last night? Uh…I don't know. Well, let's see Something had shaken me from my almost-sleep, laying sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the mattress, rather than to either side, which was rare; I typically preferred the left side of the mattress, anyway, but as I waited to launder my bedding, after a sweaty and sweltering almost summer day of lounging, smothered in shea butter and lackadaisically scrawling about what recordings had been buried in my phone, between the collection of books I had practically all found in the streets of New York and the rising temperatures of the tepid summer weather, my room was starting to smell funny—and without being able to burn sage anymore, for fear of being thrown back into the streets like a dog, I with every hope in the world figured that washing my thick bedding, comforter included, would restore the crisp and rigid, almost factory clean that I found satisfactory. Songs buzzed in and out of my head as if I hadn't enough already much to do—and still, I added into my growing pile of notes and mounds of work, even more songs—this time, The Rolling Stones. I can't get no Satisfaction… …but I try— —and I try— —and I try— And I try! I can't—get no—! God, I wish I could write something like that. The rock Gods had at the very least been accompanying me, and in a certain sense, so had the Gods of The Rock; I had been forced up out of my dormant state by a voice which urged me away from my near sleep—I had been up since six AM and it was something past midnight, and still the voice said— “Get up and write!” And though I had words tinkering around in my head like little coins in some sort of metal box, none of them quite made so much sense that I had to get up and write—however, still the voice, though not angry, but firm, insisted. The voice, for once, sounded female— a welcome change, and though I had become quite fond of males in general, in the solemnly celibate sense, it was a difference and yet none at all— a voice of wisdom had projected itself at me, and as I dragged myself about, reaching for a notebook and flipping through the pages, finding that the notebook was practically full… ‘great, more shit to do' I held the words that had tinkered around in my mind like little whispers until I found a page to make them full formed, and the words which fell into my hand as scriptured by the pen—my favorite writing utensil, nearly out of its cherishable gel ink, danced upon the page nearly on its own, channeling the words written as such: Once prosperous to throw The stone asunder Glisten whispers of water Tears of al tears |ter| Of the altar, For follow for fello, A felon of Antigone Grace, with shield A tattered tail, So flew with feathered Phoenix ? Feared, Foreshadowed not, Agreed upon however, Was the velvet woven path of us, So honored in her fortress . Yeah, something about Rockefeller Plaza. Well there were all these hooded figures in like weird, brown velvet robes— That's true, I saw that. Yeah, I was there, You WHAT? Look what I got. Fuck me, man. You know, there's a lot more to this story. I was hoping so, but however also, hoping not. Man, Jimmy Fallon's wife is super hot. Gee! Yeah man, she's so cute. W0W. I like her, They're Gods. I think they're Gods. yuh. What else did I write? There was something else? What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Somethin. Yeah. The pages of the notebook were all full, something of a book of shadows and protection spells I had used in an attempt to ward off my ex husband—how of course, that they were done with, I should very well have been jotting them into with all the notes, into the documents—later to burn them, unable to afford the parchment book I wanted. For what a withered way would call an honor for fortunes duty, Glorified wherein in as shadows, Cast upon reflections in redacted incantations and enchantments, foreword come, theone who waits Believing darkness be his fate Whatever, man. Fuck Jimmy Fallon. If you really feel that way! I feel a lot of ways. Well, don't. I'm so, so hungry… So, so lonely… So, so fuckin broke. Man—I learned all this dumb ass magic just to protect myself from this guy, and all this still happens! I think it's just Satan. [Satan Appears] Man— she is JACKED. Try this one. Follow me, boy! Uh— okay. I'm staying single forever. Don't look at me. That's my girl. Don't look at me. What the fuck. Stop looking at her: Don't look at me! Men are hopeless. Fuck dude, like, the worst thing imaginable is that this Jimmy Fallon dude actually hates me so much for this— What? Uh oh. And is so fucking powerful. He is. A very, very powerful— Well, what is it!? We don't— know. *gasps* He's a— SHHHHHH. [Redacted] Well, that's not doing much, is it? Seriously, just kill yourself again. Might have to! Fuck, why do all these robot demons SMELL like him? Satan? Yep. Satan ?! I'm— Seriously, save him. Seriously, God really loves Jimmy Fallon— (He's one of my favorites.) Favorite what's?! Just—favorites. Damn. This is getting to be like Greek Theatre. Great. Now everybody's gonna fucking die. It could be a comedy. Holy shit, yeah— This has mad good production value. I love it! Strange shit I just did give my OWSLA tat a kiss Smile for the camera, Pageantry of mattresses, A master of the MagicIan's chance at Chancellors dance, Look at Harrison trance Can I run a mile for President? A toy chest, A boy, just Obama I'm so much older Been through such trauma What the Willy wonka I should apply for Harvard New York over Boston So Columbia or Juliard I wish Son of a bitch, this is tragic I'm too old for scholarship Diploma's in another name I just got protective orders on I should start over But the world war is another Trump drama My Amazon cart is full of karma What you want from God? A trophy husband, Let's call him Oscar -undefeated. All this is weird I think imm married to the music Think of growing a beard Opening a beer And getting out of here All of my fears is Mommy dearest mommy dearest All of my hell is A body Imm a seed in a forest Been buried Bipolar, Supposedly, So tell me, Faery; How could I love you The way I I do If my mood Were restablized My blu life Gave me blue eyes Clean tub of water I don't belong here It's too late for me too Swapping Vogue for the People My people who hate me But I been so played, The hatred betrays me I walk both ways Down a one way street {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

[In the 10th dimension of reality, all things become possible. ] Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a long night– Got coffee and tacos A long talk with your blonde wife To bypass the psycos Right, though? Bro, it's so over; I won a whole asshole and a four leaf clover In a game of poker Now, brush your shoulders off Brush your hair, Pet the dog, And kick the cat over and over Till he turns back to a robot “You're so gross.” –don't i know it. The whole world is over –you jump first, I'll follow Lets keep talking About the letters I penned To the false Gods, Painted them scarlett, of course Scattered em from here to Scarboro Fair, I was right there, then out of nowhere a new nightmare with nice hair Here we go again Lines out the door; We got lines out the door Out of Order The world is at war The whole world has run Out of water The four is the for Theres no five But the V for vendetta Theres lines out the door The whole world Is a mom And a daughter My jokes get better, The buildings look bigger I pretend this seltzer is alcohol Cause i want it To make me forget I've got all my– Huh There's a line out the door. What if– Me, And all of your friends And all of my Wait, I don't have any friends I'm getting a cat. I was just thinking about Mila Kunis. Oh yes, why's that? SETH MCFARLENE YEEEEE. YEEEEEEE. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. WHAT, GODDAMMIT GIGGITY! OKAY, ASSHOLE Eyes on eyes, and tears on tears All the years ive cried On ears on ears Why am I even here? It's been too long, since i've been touched I don't love love but i dislike lust I don't trust anyone I don't have a number I crawled up my arm, Danced with the blood drawn BLŪ wakes up famous. [The world swirls into a plume of dark blue sky; BLŪ awakens suddenly from the blackness of a deep sleep in the middle of a road, a group of people, friends, swirling around her.] YO. What? BLŪ. What's up. PARTY FOUL, BROH. … Billie Ellish? Billie Pirate Ellish. Uh. That's why the rum– Is gone. What. Guess i'm Jack Sparrow, now. Hey wait–are you even legal? Uh. I'm a mad fucking genius; are you legal? I don't know. Besides, this was your idea. What–what? Exactly. Get up. Wtf is going on in this scene. Idk i might a have to play the song again Fuck that. I'm about to slit myfucking wrists. HAVOC. Where are we going? You still got that NDA in your wallet? I–yeah. Then we're gucci. “Waking up Famous” I don't know exactly what happened. [Looking in the mirror, confused.] This is a nice leather jacket. I wonder if i'm still Vegan. Damn. I look mad rich. BLŪ hurry UP! [toilet flushes with foot] Alright, I'm coming. [Blu checks her pockets to find a wallet, the contents including numerous cards–metal ones, with copious amounts of cash, and pre-filled NDAs which have been folder neatly and stuffed into the corner pocket of the trifold wallet] Billabong. Classy. I'm never gonna finish that other project, am I? Whatever. Leave Fallon alone. I did. –it came back. Cut lil blonde Hot as Finneas O' Connell Possible homosexual, but god love him Cause I'm hungry Lookin for lunch Somebody as scrunches Pull up and crunches Cause my monster is Lookin to Humpty Dumpty Fuck, I forgot Rosie O'Donnal! I cant get no Satisfaction— The Rolling Stones What's wrong, Saint Jimmy? Lucius? What is it. Percius would like to see you. Oh. The Prince Lucius hasn't left his chamber in days—however, as his brother Percius has just returned from war, he quickly emerges from his resting place, an alter of sorts. Damn, I'm getting a headache. I almost never have headaches. It was true, and of course, as I started to write about this prince and his so said brother, Lucius and Perseus, I was reminded once more of Athens, where I had just been however briefly, in a short astral trip of sorts, wandering about in the dreamworld, looking for something or someone in place of my pillow to hold. Did you want to walk to Trader Joe's? I mean, kind of, but no. My muscles were sore and I had just spent some two hours in the gym, not on purpose but quite by accident, though only having run just under two miles, though at least uphill, and spending the rest of the time lifting—I had been bound to mostly beans and rice, and so however was bloated and gassy, quite slow and not as strong, my regular protein just out of reach… Dang. I have so much to fucking do today. I hadn't realized that somehow it was Saturday, although just a couple days before had been a Wednesday that felt like Sunday, and now again time was all out of sorts; it was a “holiday” weekend, and I was without a doubt, drowning in my own having-to-do's, and as such, weekends and days off were entirely not a thing, besides in ways that those bustled around me—and I was sure that some days had been lost, as I was planning to visit the food bank on Friday, but had somehow skipped over the end of the week entirely—somehow, that is, and I was sure sometimes that in skipping days, meditating and fasting about, however intermittently, that time itself shuffled in all the ways I had, between cross dimensions and parallels such as I—I had been hovering somewhere between the 6th and. 10th dimensions, for the most part, and none with having to understand the undoubted shifts in my own perception of time that were bound to happen, as I sprawled across the astral plains looking and searching for a sign that the tragic poverty, restlessness, and lack of peace wound end. Bound to your alter, my dear brother? Aye. So perhaps here there was another unfounded Kingdom within the realm of Ascencia—Lucius, a prince, and Percius—seemingly slated the King, and yet I had unreached such a conclusion as to assimilate an entirely factioned world, as of yet. What did you write last night? Uh…I don't know. Well, let's see Something had shaken me from my almost-sleep, laying sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the mattress, rather than to either side, which was rare; I typically preferred the left side of the mattress, anyway, but as I waited to launder my bedding, after a sweaty and sweltering almost summer day of lounging, smothered in shea butter and lackadaisically scrawling about what recordings had been buried in my phone, between the collection of books I had practically all found in the streets of New York and the rising temperatures of the tepid summer weather, my room was starting to smell funny—and without being able to burn sage anymore, for fear of being thrown back into the streets like a dog, I with every hope in the world figured that washing my thick bedding, comforter included, would restore the crisp and rigid, almost factory clean that I found satisfactory. Songs buzzed in and out of my head as if I hadn't enough already much to do—and still, I added into my growing pile of notes and mounds of work, even more songs—this time, The Rolling Stones. I can't get no Satisfaction… …but I try— —and I try— —and I try— And I try! I can't—get no—! God, I wish I could write something like that. The rock Gods had at the very least been accompanying me, and in a certain sense, so had the Gods of The Rock; I had been forced up out of my dormant state by a voice which urged me away from my near sleep—I had been up since six AM and it was something past midnight, and still the voice said— “Get up and write!” And though I had words tinkering around in my head like little coins in some sort of metal box, none of them quite made so much sense that I had to get up and write—however, still the voice, though not angry, but firm, insisted. The voice, for once, sounded female— a welcome change, and though I had become quite fond of males in general, in the solemnly celibate sense, it was a difference and yet none at all— a voice of wisdom had projected itself at me, and as I dragged myself about, reaching for a notebook and flipping through the pages, finding that the notebook was practically full… ‘great, more shit to do' I held the words that had tinkered around in my mind like little whispers until I found a page to make them full formed, and the words which fell into my hand as scriptured by the pen—my favorite writing utensil, nearly out of its cherishable gel ink, danced upon the page nearly on its own, channeling the words written as such: Once prosperous to throw The stone asunder Glisten whispers of water Tears of al tears |ter| Of the altar, For follow for fello, A felon of Antigone Grace, with shield A tattered tail, So flew with feathered Phoenix ? Feared, Foreshadowed not, Agreed upon however, Was the velvet woven path of us, So honored in her fortress . Yeah, something about Rockefeller Plaza. Well there were all these hooded figures in like weird, brown velvet robes— That's true, I saw that. Yeah, I was there, You WHAT? Look what I got. Fuck me, man. You know, there's a lot more to this story. I was hoping so, but however also, hoping not. Man, Jimmy Fallon's wife is super hot. Gee! Yeah man, she's so cute. W0W. I like her, They're Gods. I think they're Gods. yuh. What else did I write? There was something else? What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Somethin. Yeah. The pages of the notebook were all full, something of a book of shadows and protection spells I had used in an attempt to ward off my ex husband—how of course, that they were done with, I should very well have been jotting them into with all the notes, into the documents—later to burn them, unable to afford the parchment book I wanted. For what a withered way would call an honor for fortunes duty, Glorified wherein in as shadows, Cast upon reflections in redacted incantations and enchantments, foreword come, theone who waits Believing darkness be his fate Whatever, man. Fuck Jimmy Fallon. If you really feel that way! I feel a lot of ways. Well, don't. I'm so, so hungry… So, so lonely… So, so fuckin broke. Man—I learned all this dumb ass magic just to protect myself from this guy, and all this still happens! I think it's just Satan. [Satan Appears] Man— she is JACKED. Try this one. Follow me, boy! Uh— okay. I'm staying single forever. Don't look at me. That's my girl. Don't look at me. What the fuck. Stop looking at her: Don't look at me! Men are hopeless. Fuck dude, like, the worst thing imaginable is that this Jimmy Fallon dude actually hates me so much for this— What? Uh oh. And is so fucking powerful. He is. A very, very powerful— Well, what is it!? We don't— know. *gasps* He's a— SHHHHHH. [Redacted] Well, that's not doing much, is it? Seriously, just kill yourself again. Might have to! Fuck, why do all these robot demons SMELL like him? Satan? Yep. Satan ?! I'm— Seriously, save him. Seriously, God really loves Jimmy Fallon— (He's one of my favorites.) Favorite what's?! Just—favorites. Damn. This is getting to be like Greek Theatre. Great. Now everybody's gonna fucking die. It could be a comedy. Holy shit, yeah— This has mad good production value. I love it! Strange shit I just did give my OWSLA tat a kiss Smile for the camera, Pageantry of mattresses, A master of the MagicIan's chance at Chancellors dance, Look at Harrison trance Can I run a mile for President? A toy chest, A boy, just Obama I'm so much older Been through such trauma What the Willy wonka I should apply for Harvard New York over Boston So Columbia or Juliard I wish Son of a bitch, this is tragic I'm too old for scholarship Diploma's in another name I just got protective orders on I should start over But the world war is another Trump drama My Amazon cart is full of karma What you want from God? A trophy husband, Let's call him Oscar -undefeated. All this is weird I think imm married to the music Think of growing a beard Opening a beer And getting out of here All of my fears is Mommy dearest mommy dearest All of my hell is A body Imm a seed in a forest Been buried Bipolar, Supposedly, So tell me, Faery; How could I love you The way I I do If my mood Were restablized My blu life Gave me blue eyes Clean tub of water I don't belong here It's too late for me too Swapping Vogue for the People My people who hate me But I been so played, The hatred betrays me I walk both ways Down a one way street {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

This week, what have been the biggest tax blunders made by Chancellors over the years - and what can they teach Rachel Reeves ahead of her first Budget as Chancellor next month? That's the focus today, as well as the latest ups and downs in markets. Host, Ed Monk, and his occasional guests provide a well-balanced take on the latest financial developments together with expert insights to help you grow your capital, manage your investment portfolio and make the most of the money markets. Popular for its jargon-free approach, clear analysis and fresh perspective, The Personal Investor podcast helps shine a light on the latest market developments for the savvy UK investor.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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The boys check in on the early aughts meme machine, The Road To El Dorado. Does this forgotten gem hold up in 2024 or is a false god? FIND OUT AT SOME POINT IF YOU LISTEN TO THE SHOW, WHICH WOULD BE GREAT, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO.

Senator Amidala is apparently the only person responsible for aiding refugees, and apparently all money comes from the Banking Clan on Scipio. Amidala and her aide Teckla Minnau travel there and meet old friend, Rush Clovis. Clovis proves his good intentions by sneaking into Padme's bedroom, this bank has security almost as bad as Fortress Inquisitorius ! He explains that the Banking Clan is about to change its name to Bear-Stearns, as the vaults are almost empty.Chancellor Palpatine asks Padme to help Clovis and find out more about the missing money. Padme and Clovis head to his private apartments to make their Ocean's 2 heist plan to steals banking files. Teckla follows through on the play, but is assassinated by Bounty Hunter Embo: RSVP Teckla Minnau!Padme and Clovis review the data, but before they can act Padme is arrested for espionage. The Jedi send Anakin to Scipio to help; once he arrives and learns Clovis is involved, he becomes a raging pit of jealousy. Our heroes manage to escape, but as they do, Embo contacts Darth Sidious, who declares that going forward Sidious will deal with them personally. The space caricatures of ‘international' bankers are meeting in their steampunk lair - oof. Yoda meets Padme, Anakin and Rush Clovis and escorts them to the Chancellors office. Anakin gets possessive and picks a fight with Padme, which Clovis somehow wins simply by not being a raging dick. Obi Wan notices that Anakin is pretty angry, and they almost have a conversation about Anankin and Padme. Anakin outright lies about his relationship with Padme.Padme and Clovis engage in some forensic accounting. Clovis gets grabby. Anakin, who has presumably been using the peeping tom force power, barges in and proceeds to Force Choke Clovis. Clovis gets Anakin to put down his lightsaber and put up his dukes. Security is called and Clovis may be many things, but he aint no snitch. Padme tells Anakin to get lost. Anakin is heartbroken.The Separatists and the Republic vote to allow Clovis to become head of the banking clans (which, what the hell?).  We open on Scipio as the transfer of power to Rush Clovis is about to begin. Dooku Spacetimes(™) with Clovis with demands and threats to raise the interest rates on the Republic, otherwise the Separatists will default on their payments.Padme relays this information to the Senate. Yoda and Chancellor Palpatine both want to investigate Clovis, but in their own ways.  Back on Scipio, the separatists attack Padme's clone escort and Dooku arrives to take control. Padme is captured. Palpatine decides they must declare war on Scipio. Dooku FORCE…S Padme to shoot the separatist senator.  Yoda sends an obviously conflicted Anakin to Scipio. Sidious and Dooku reveal that the banks will be placed under the control of the Supreme Chancelor… their plan all along. Padme warns Clovis that he has lost control. A Vulture droid is shot down and crashes into Clovis' office, causing Padme and Clovis to tumble over the edge. Anakin cannot save them both. Clovis apologizes for all he's done, and sacrifices himself.Palpatine gets control of the banks, but promises to relinquish power once the war is over… A promise I'm sure he'll keep.https://twitter.com/ClosingCrawlhttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/closing-crawl/id1530133296https://www.closingcrawl.com/Merch at: https://bit.ly/spacetimetm

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Chief Executive Andrew Carter is joined by Tim Leunig, who has had a notable career being a policy adviser to several senior Cabinet figures including two Chancellors as well as being an award winning economic history academic at the London School of Economics. He talks here about his role in the Government's Covid-19 furlough scheme, how think tanks can build trust and influence in Whitehall, and what economic historians can teach policymakers. This episode is part of Centre for Cities' City Talks series. Please rate, review and share the episode if you enjoyed it. To stay updated on Tim Leunig's work, subscribe to his Substack.

‘…is that a threat?' ‘Hm…' If it was, it was at least a good one— I was scared, at first, upon seeing what I had thought to be perhaps a package robbery—but was actually just a slit through the package—a clean slice, more specifically, through the bubble wrapped [Redacted] package, however, its contents still inside; The package had been left underneath another—which didn't belong to me, and though I had been cornered by security more than once at the [Redacted] market, for putting my nutritional needs above that of my morality—or rather, thought my morlity to exclude guilt from the nessecities, especially as I often pondered upon the elite had kept the lower classes in a devolved state by controlling the price of wellness, so much so that it had become impractical for the common being. I had never even thought to swipe someone else's mail—a personal foul, and at least in turn in that matter to all respect with karma, had never had any packages stolen, either—not that I had lived indoors long enough to have warranted that I was safe from what sometimes seemed like the non-human animals, especially of New York City, who crawled about the lower realms littering and taking up precious time, space, and energy—the almost less-than-common man, but still, actually and unfortunately—common, especially in New York. The Sage sticks and palo santo I had ordered were still intact, entirely— to my surprise, and I wondered what else my package might have included, without remembering such. I had become enfuriated with [Redacted], after realizing that there had been hidden charges and unrecognizable fees, on my credit card, of all the places—the Capital One credit card, with sky high interest rates and robotic customer service drones—who I mostly would hate talking to— and it seemed as though the [Redacted] algorithm had become just as predatory as the rest of them—as uncivilized as the trash-dropping, coughing subhumans that plagued the post-pandemic world, if there was such a thing. The overcrowded mess and overall pollution of the city at whole at best made it still acceptable to wear masks in public, to which I took full advantage of doing, as needed—which was as often as possible, actually, if not to hide the curiosities, and of course, the objections to whatever it would be on the train that sparked distaste—worst yet, I might even smile, and reveal my gap-tooth, only acceptable on Hurley models and Madonna, of course—either of whom I wished I was. It was 3:16 AM, and a long lost song found its way into my head as I fettered the words into the document, multitasking a “modest” breakfast as I mulled over the day, most of which I had spent attempting peace and solitude, neither of which actually even seemed attainable in my 3rd floor “office”, being so careful not to consider anything home or a comfort, for the fear that whatever Death curse someone had thought to m destroy me with once would extend into all the years and all the realms of my presence— it was true, as I explained to my aunt, that the people around me had within the last few years turned into demonic and vampiric advocates of what seemed to be the devil itself, were I even holy enough to be considered sacred in such a way that the devil may be chasing me—and I was, in some ways, but not in others—my ability to aggrandize my judgements and flex my morality where needed, but less when wanted as it stood true that I never actually enjoyed immorality—I hated living in a world where one would be made to steal, and made to lie, in order to survive. But that, for 30 years is where I had lived; in, for the most part, an evil world, ruled by man, as he denied and tortured all things that would be thought to be God—in his thirst for whatever it was that had waged a world of war. It seemed as though someone were sending a message, and it had been years since I had felt safe or comfortable anywhere, anyway—so I thought it best not to care, knowing that all in all, that the intentional hurt and harm done to me by any man, or any entity otherwise, would prove to l invoke the karmic justice law unto itself; that whatever pain I experienced would be amplified by its giver, and reflected back—that anyone who intended to hurt or kill me—would only hurt or kill themselves in doing so. At the very least, I was inspired to continue writing the script which I had drifted from entirely—its contents and its driver too mad to be palpable, however—as sometimes this kind of magic did occur in flashes at random, with vivid visions as if I were watching—or even living inside of the scene itself, spoke volumes that it should—or would, whether I wanted it or not, be written eventually. ‘Man, fuck Jimmy Fallon.' I knew nothing of the man at all besides his name and occupation, and that something had plastered him permanently into my mind with some kind of irreparable cement I could not seem to break lose or free from—and it was going to stay that way. The entirety of the festival project and all I had been prompted to have written had become a massive headache. I have a massive headache. UGH. Perhaps it was more multidimensionally attributed to the fact that I had been fawning over affordable razorblazes—I had been almost salivating at the thought of bleeding from my wrists—a constant pressure from the lack of things I wanted and needed piling up at my doorstep, my overdue bills, and the harrowing and what seemed like *manacle. Hm. A maniacle attack on my sanity, not actually practitioned by my abuser, but probably more likely the government, masquerading as such to plot and plan around various secret expirimentation, which would of course within the century become common knowledge, but as for such time we're simply conspiracies, perhaps to hide the shameful loss which was the war being fought with technology—which the dumbing down and brainwashing of millions had left us at an extreme risk, and those were were not at risk, with extreme bias against that which they had no ability or interest to understand. Unremarkably so, I was still astonished that something did indeed seem to have happened—something that was not in my head at all, but rather, very much outside of it—and it was beginning to occur to me that perhaps others had gained an interest in what indeed seemed to be attacking me, for years, by then, with fear, humiliation, and detriment—to which I could only ever think to fight with white magic; there was a controlled chaos to what seemed like my being at a wits end, which I was, but also wasn't—for the most part, at least in public, I could take even the most outrageous offenses poignantly and tactfully, however sometimes realizing that—in Keisha having left her sunglasses behind, she had also left with them a little bit of Harlem— “Move.” The mindless drone controlled robots often stepped directly into my path, as if being driven by some force which was meant to annoy or some other way terrorize me—however, I had grown accustomed to new York's overall rudeness, and had become almost socially inept..speaking of Just—socially unacceptable. What is this?! Gross. What is this?! Papaya juice. Is this a fucking—?! No it's a v8 My G-Wagon! Nice. Got it painted. What color even is that? It's like— mauve. MOVE. FUCKING-A. Jesus Christ. One time, The white devil appeared as a fucked up Edie Falco// And I was so fed up-to-here With The Bullshit, That I didn't even care what happened if I — MOVE OUT OF MY WAY: OR WHAT?! Damn, Mrs. Soprano, you look rough. Are you sure that's not just JACKIE. WHAT. That's the way Uh huh Uh huh I like it Uh huh Uh huh Schools out— Party with my friends! school's out! I'm a genie in a bottle, You gotta rub me the right way! I been too strong, for too long And I can't be without you baby! Is that all of them? Probably not: So mix, then, Probably not. Well Why not?! Because My Serato's been acting horrible. Tommy looked what I would learn to be like a be exact replica of 1988 Tom Cruise. Which reminds me… The 1987 Tom Cruise* is murdered by Supacree's jealous stalker, in a fit of rage, which spirals all known aliases and timelines into a terrible and chaotic nightmare, as Wait, what. I'm just being honest, I don't know how to write this. Here, let me help. YO. wtf. Should have had a V8! SPLASH, BITCH. WHERE's MY SHIIT, JIMMY? It's gone, I broke it. You what. It's missing; I broke it. What do you mean. AHAHA. Oh, I see what you mean, now. Yeah, that guy is different. [The amethyst shatters.] NOH. Woaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa_l GOLD. IT IS GOLDEN. THE ORB. What. The orb. It has chosen you. Uh. Oka. Who the fuck are these creatures—?! “Creetures” I love them. They are darling They are cute. Man, fuck with your bullshit—. —Stay in fucking— Where ever that's at! This is “Queens” Well, it's disgusting. GET LOST. Get lost HOW. Everything's on a grid system! FUCK. I lost it, Damn. Dang. Well, wanna play again? Nah, that's it. What?! Come on. No, seriously. I'm done. Wait, what are you doing? *pulls out rifle* WOAH. WOAH. You should go now. What is that, It's a gun, obviously. What the fuck, man! A rifle, actually, more specifically— What—why—what are you gonna do with that thing? I'm gonna shoot myself: ano— YES. In the head— Don't do that; And you, if you don't get out— Wait! Right now. *aims* Okay! Ah shit, this is getting serious: It s seriously like dick-deep in pussy in here right now. Nay: Maybe we should GO. Hello. M— Maybe we should stay: What! I like her. Get off my property. This is-/ This is MINE. I own this: This one's Mine! Oh, this is what they mean by “ecstatic dance” Actually, my feet are just coldX… Wait, hold on. Before you go off on a tangent about— mm— What is that I don't know what that is. U don't know what it is Look, I wanted that to be Dillon's baby so bad— (So did he) HAHAHAHA. I will end u Oh, baby, there's only one way you could ever do that. Everyone Thrrr she is. She's back! Aaaaaannnyyyeaaaayy— Please explain to us what's happening in this movie. Which movie The Tom Cryise one, Cause there can only be one Tom Cruise one Because Tom cruise is Tom Cruise. Wait. What. TOM HANKS YOU FORGOT MY NAME BRIEfLY YES, but also— That's WHY, this happened. TOM CRUISE I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU-/ You STUPID BITC— Look — I gotta — Oh wait, that still works. What?! You fucked that guy too?! NO. I just. This is a lot of space. Well yeah, we're like—astronauts. How did you get this all in your loft? MAJOR TOM. ALRIGHT. I GOT IT. AHAHAHSJSJHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE ECID. YAYAYAY. Whrrereeeeeeeeeeeeeee Wherereere in my miiiiiiiiind. Fuck I gotta buy that album….again I know I bought it once. dang. Youre cute, I know, huh. Buy me this Ok. [Beyoncé is not yet back with the coffee.] Deja Vu, Beyoncé Uh oh, uh oh— Uh oh! OHNONO ^ Matumbo AIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. Crazy in love— also Beyonce? Destiny's ChildrenS HAHAHA OK. FUCK YOU, DILLON FRANCIS. DEADMAU5 IS A WAY BETTER CONTROLLER *HEAPING GASP* YOU—TAKE THAT BACK. I WOULDNT. I will END YOU. YOU CANNOT. Where the fuck is that lady from? Oh, there she is! Pity! Oh dear! She's NEGROID: Shh, tisk-tisk. [ANNE HATHAWAY dabbed tf out.] Come on Annie! Get up! [she is not getting up] THINK OF THE KIDSz *nope* UGH. WASTED. That sucks! We gotta get her back in that princess movie before everything dies and we all collapse! Which princess movie is it?! Idk! Fuck this bitch! She's like all the princesses! KEKE Palmart* Sure! KEKE PALMER will be playing the PRINCESS from princess and the frog Put the princess—IN—the frog! NO. PUT THE PRINCESS IN THE— AGHHHH. PUT DILLON FRANCIS, BACK IN THE OVEN. NO Ugh. He's so heavy! He's not gonna fit. He WILL fit: NO: SAY UNCLE. ASHEJEBEB SAY IT. AAAAANNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKHHHH [a giant Ankh falls from the sky] Yo. That cannot be a good sign. I think it's not. SUBTRONICS *rips bong* Hey! You made it! Way, way late: Nice! Yes. Why are you naked? I don't know. SOLEÏL. Fuck, man. Wizardrddd! What is this game?! I dunno, but I just keep playing it. This shit says. This does say. This shit says ballsacks. I don't get kids these days “Ballsacks” Is that like, a good thing? Depends who's saying NEY-WHINNY-NEY-WHINNY-NEEEE Horse: ok, I win: JOHNNY DEPP literally cannot speak. Because he is not intoxicated. At all. lol someone help him, seriously. Ok, keep going. All the DISNEY CHANNEL KIDS are WILD ‘N OUT Which is ironic because— NICK CANNON Yep, Oh look, it's me again… NICK CANNON Look, the Nickelodeon Cult— What; I mean— The Illuminati just called, They want their stuff back. What STUFF. SAY IT. NEVER THAT. SAY MY NAMEs PASSWORD FALLON, YOU FUCKING HACK. oh, I'm a ‘hack' now that's— “Haha” Who's laughing?! You should be crying right about now. I'm an actor. Very funny. Tears of a clown. Shut up: I am crying, on the inside. -_- Sit down, dipshit: Ooh, now I'm dip— *cocks pistol* Shit, I thought you couldn't— Oh no, this part of the series gets pretty— You're in deep fucking shit; [JIMMY FALLON sits calmly at his desk, he scoops some “sugar” into his coffee and stirs, seemingly emotionless.] CUT TO DANCE BREAK. I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please CUT TO: Texas border patrol holding cell. DIPLO (In a stupid ass cowboy hat) m *jail door slams* AH, COME ON. Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it) I thought it was… “A little gambling is fun when you're with me” (I love it.) Maybe it WAS. What year was that anyway? Idk. What year was any year before [Lyrics Genius] Flashback: The 2000's Rewind it again. What did she just say? Idk. What did he say? Damn. Fuck, I missed it. Love game intuition, play the cards with spades to start THE ACE OF SPAAAAAAADES. Okay. Fine. He wants to be Satan? He's Satan. Yo, that's— SATAN. [Skrillex is Satan] Yeah, but he's so fucking cute. Supacree, what are you doing? BRB, I'm gonna go fuck this lil ass [censored] Damn. Ok. S/he does not fuck around, that guy. Yeah, that guy. And after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart I guess we'll just have to… wait till they play it on the radio again… / Wait till the next rave. fuck. MIXTAPES. GETCHUR MIXTAPES. La da da Dee da da duh duhhh La da da Dee da daaaah da duuuuuum La da da da de da La da da da Dee da Da da Dee da da da da dum Okay, Google, let's see what you got. I got—Reddit.. r/NameThatSong 5 yr. ago Surprentis Join Can't figure out this song. Looking for help hey you guys remember that song from back in the day that went "la da dee da da da daaaa, la da dee da da da daaaaa, ah la da dee daaa da la daa dee daaa daa daa dee daa da daaa da daaaaa" i feel like it was on night at the roxbury maybe im wrong.. uh, ok— wtf is “night at the Roxbury” …Google? GOOGLE Here: you'll like this. Oh shit, ‘98 … FINALLY. JESUS CHRIST. Holy shit, you were on SNL in 1998?! Yes. How the fuck old are you? Jesus Christ! JESUS CHRIST …not as old as me. [but everyone's still mad as fuck at Jesus for eating all of the pizza] wtf, man: Just— inhaled it. *gnarf* Actually, you know what: Just stay—celibate: Oh check it out. THIS lady only shows up if I— *squints* if you what: Nothing. Nothing. ANNNNNNNE. GET. UP. She's not gonna go. She's dead bro. I'm not dead! YES! oh! She's up! YES *barfs*! [instantly back asleep] —m— That's it We're fucked. Disney's gonna kill us. The Illuminati's gonna kill us! Disney is the Illuminati. Yeah, but like—for kids. THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS. THIS IS NOT FOR KIDS. KIDS AVERT YOUR EYES, CHILDREN! All sixteen pairs of them! wtf who has that many kids Eight fucking kids, bro. ^_- ok, I like her. Yeesss. Ya. Imm drunk. K. gargle! Nah! GARGLE, RIGHT NOW OR I'll wash your mouth with soap! [pulls gun] THATS NOT SOAP. MY GUN'S NAME IS “SOAP” Shit, why are there so many guns in this shit?! Because Skrillex is like, Cartel, or whatever. And like—the Bloods. ☠️ And the Crips, probably, also— Like I said, He is Satan. GET OVER HERE AND- SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOTTTT: I got nothin. What: I got// Zero scenes You got no scene, broh? No scenes. None? Zip. None? Zero. Woah. Hold up. will— uh— “powers” Ferrel—like an animal that won't shut up, or something? Will bite you—may be rabid— Feral? You mean? Sure; whatever.d Just, stop talking, How the fuck do you do the same movie— like— infinitely. Recap: every will ferret* Sure! EVERY WILL FERRELL MOVIE IS ULTIMATELY... They're all the same movie! GET UP, After waking up in a hungover/still intoxicated rage, Anne Hathaway causes a showdown worthy of historical proportions, which concludes with her legendary “yeet” of a mysterious object of extra planetary origin—this initiates round two of the party which never should have happened, and almost never ended. In another parallel cross dimension: Irl JIMMY FALLON and Ū are imaginary friends; rather, Ū is a figment of JIMMY FALLON's imagination and vice-versa—this scene pays homage to Wilfred; they share stories with one another as they pass the bong/blunt in a solid back-to-back rotation, making the tragic stories they are telling almost hilarious, but only because they are so generously stoned. —_— So wait, he like— *passes blunt* —Here, take this— —Yeah— *passes bong* —Just switch me— Yee. So he like—“yeeted” your baby? He Yeeted my baby. *blowing out, coughing* That's not supposed to happen. No, it is not. Here, switch me. *switch* *rips* *shaking head in stoniness* [beat] So like— *rips bong* —you're like, Ū, so— You're like… I'm like, everybody. Right? Yeah. Yeah! I'm Ū, dawg. That is a cool name. Is—a cool name *hits blunt* Here, switch me— *rips bong* Is—not—a cool power to have. I bet not, though. You would imagine I wouldn't, that's in—coughs—sane. It is insane: cover your mouth: Sorry. No you're not, So how are you not like— Like what? I'm Ū, there what// So how are you not like— Seth McFarle—uhh Seth McFarlen lol *e What Uh, I am. SETH MCFARLENE No you're not, I'm right here. *suddenly not stoned* What the FUCK man: Woah, Seth McFarlene. HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY OFFICE. I walked in. That's boss status. What the fuck! I locked it! You did not. I walked in—like right behind you guys You probably forgot… You—I forgot— He forgot to lock The Rock lol stop Walk it out, Now walk it out // Walk it like I talk it Talk it like I RUN BITCH RUN FLORIST, RUN!!! Lmfao. Ok. CUT BACK TO: You probably forgot, dude. Alright, Seth McFarlene. Just—*hits blunt* stop talking . Load another bowl Giggity! *passes blunt* You want this? No, I'm straight. Are you, though? What?! Yeah, I'm— I mean, l'm good on the— You know what? Fuck it, gimmie that. Yee. Sauce. [there is a knock at the door] Welp, I gotta go. [Jimmy Fallon is suddenly alone in his office, with a blunt in one hand and a bong in the other. The lights automatically shut off; the coffee maker brings brewing automatically—-three more knocks at the door.] *sighs* [explitive] CUT TO: That fucking rager Is it day?! Is it night?! We don't know! It's been months, probably Weeks, at best— But all we actually know about this time and place is that— The HATTER is here. For fucks SAKE. GIVE ME ANOTHER BEER, SOMEBODY. ANYBODY. lol Johnny Del*. Sure JOHNNY DEPP is drinking Duh *beer?! Uh huh That's all we have, man. *light beers I'MMM BUZZZZZED LIGHTYEAR BUUUUUUUZZXXXED LIGHTYEARR no, Tim Allen, not yet. Fuck, on that note Now I know why THERES A SNAKE IN MY BOOT yeah there is! Ok, ew Ok, gross Stop ew Stop Ew. Cut lil blonde Hot as Finneas O' Connell Possible homosexual, but god love him Cause I'm hungry Lookin for lunch Somebody as scrunches Pull up and crunches Cause my monster is Lookin to Humpty Dumpty Fuck, I forgot Rosie O'Donnal! I cant get no Satiafaftion— The Rolling Stones What's wrong, Saint Jimmy? Luscius? What is it. Precious would like to see you. Oh. The prince Lucius hasn't left his chamber in days—however, as his brother Percius has just returned from war, he quickly emerges from his resting place, an alter of sorts. Damn, I'm getting a headache. I almost never have headaches. It was true, and of course, as I started to write about this prince and his so said brother, Lucius and Perseus, I was reminded once more of Athens, where I had just been however briefly, in a short astral trip of sorts, wandering about in the dreamworld, looking for something or someone in place of my pillow to hold. Did you want to walk to Trader Joe's? I mean, kind of, but no. My muscles were sore and I had just spent some two hours in the gym, not on purpose but quite by accident, though only having run just under two miles, though at least uphill, and spending the rest of the time lifting—I had been bound to mostly beans and rice, and so however was bloated and gassy, quite slow and not as strong, my regular protein just out of reach… Dang. I have so much to fucking so today. I hadn't realized that somehow it was Saturday, although just a couple days before had been a Wednesday that felt like Sunday, and now again time was all out of sorts; it was a “holiday” weekend, and I was without a doubt, drowning in my own having-to-do's, and as such, weekends and days off were entirely not a thing, besides in ways that those bustled around me—and I was sure that some days had been lost, as I was planning to visit the food bank on Friday, but had somehow skipped over the end of the week entirely—somehow, that is, and I was sure sometimes that in skipping days, meditating and fasting about, however intermittently, that time itself shuffled in all the ways I had, between cross dimensions and parallels such as I—I had been hovering somewhere between the 6th and. 10th dimensions, for the most part, and none with having to understand the undoubted shifts in my own perception of time that were bound to happen, as I sprawled across the astral plains looking and searching for a sign that the tragic poverty, restlessness, and lack of peace wound end. Bound to your alter, my dear brother? Aye. So perhaps here there was another unfounded kingdom within the realm of Ascencia—Lucius, a prince, and Percius—seemingly slated the King, and yet I had unreached such a conclusion as to assimilate an entirely factionrd world, as of yet. What did you write last night? Uh…I don't know. Well, let's see Something had shaken me from my almost-sleep, laying sprawled across my bed, in the middle of the mattress, rather than to either side, which was rare; I typically preferred the left side of the mattress, anyway, but as I waited to launder my bedding, after a sweaty and sweltering almost summer day of lounging, smothered in shea butter and lasidasicly scrawling about what recordings had been buried in my phone, between the collection of books I had practically all found in the streets of New York and the rising temperatures of the tepid summer weather, my room was starting to smell funny—and without being able to burn sage anymore, for fear of being thrown back into the streets like a dog, I with every hope in the world figured that washing my thick bedding, comforter included, would restore the crisp and rigid, almost factory clean that I found satisfactory. Songs buzzed in and out of my head as if I hadn't enough already much to do—and still, I added into my growing pile of notes and mounds of work, even more songs—this time, The Rolling Stones. I can't get no Satisfaction… …but I try— —and I try— —and I try— And I try! I can't—get no—! God, I wish I could write something like that. The rock Gods had at the very least been accompanying me, and in a certain sense, so had the Gods at The Rock; I had been forced up out of my dormant state by a voice which urged me away from my near sleep—I had been up since six AM and it was something past midnight, and still the voice said— “Get up and write!” And though I had words tinkering around in my head like little coins in some sort of metal box, none of them quite made so much since that I had to get up and write—however, still the voice, though not angry, but firm, insisted. The voice, for once, sounded female— a welcome change, and though I had become quite fond of males in general, in the solemnly celibate sense, it was a difference and yet none at all— a voice of wisdom had projected itself at me, and as I dragged myself about, reaching for a notebook and flipping through the pages, finding that the notebook was practically full… ‘great, more shit to do' I held the words that had tinkered around in my mind like little whispers until I found a page to make them full formed, and the words which fell into my hand as scriptured by the pen—my favorite writing utensil, nearly out of its cherishable gel ink, danced upon the page nearly on its own, channeling the words written as such: Once prosperous to throw The stone asunder Glisten whispers of water Tears of al tears |ter| Of the altar, For follow for fello, A felon of Antigone Grace, with shield A tattered tail, So flew with feathered Phoenix ? Feared, Foreshadowed not, Agreed upon however, Was the velvet woven path of us, So honored in her fortress . Yeah, something about Rockefeller plaza. Well there were all these hooded figures in like weird, brown velvet robes— That's true, I saw that. Yeah, I was there, You WHAT, Look what I got. Fuck me, man. You know, there's a lot more to this story. I was hoping so, but however also, hoping not. Man, Jimmy fallon's wife is super hot. Gee! Yeah man, she's so cute. W0W. I like her, They're Gods. I think they're Gods. yuh. What else did I write? There was something else? What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Somethin. Yeah. The pages of the notebook were all full, something of a book of shadows and protection spells I had used in an attempt to ward off my ex husband—how of course, that they were done with, I should very well have been jotting them into with all the notes, into the documents—later to burn them, unable to afford the parchment book I wanted. For what a withered wa t would call and honor m for fortunes duty, Glorified wherein in am shadows, Cast upon reflections in redacted incantations and enchantments, foreword come, theone who waits Believing darkness be his fate Whatever, man. Fuck Jimmy Fallon. If you really feel that way! I feel a lot of ways. Well, don't. I'm so, so hungry… So, so lonely… So, so fuckin broke. Man—I learned all this dumb ass magic just to protect myself from this guy, and all this still happens! I think it's just Satan. [Satan Appears] Man— she is JACKED. Try this one. Flllow me, boy! Uh— okay. I'm staying single forever. Don't look at me. That's my girl. Don't look at me. What the fuck. Stop looking at her: Don't look at me! Men are hopeless. Fuck dude, like, the worst thing imaginable is that this Jimmy Fallon dude actually hates me so much for this— What? Uh oh. And is so fucking powerful. He is. A very, very powerful. Well, what is it! We don't— know. *gasps* He's a— SHHHHHH. [Redacted] Well, that's not doing much, is it? Seriously, just kill yourself again. Might have to! Fuck, why do all these robot demons SMELL like him? Satan? Yep. Satan ?! I'm— Seriously, save him. Seriously, God really loves Jimmy Fallon— (He's one of my favorites.) Favorite what's?! Just—favorites. Damn. This is getting to be like Greek Theatre. Great. Now everybody's gonna fucking die. It could be a comedy. Holy shit, yeah— This has mad good production value. I love it! Strange shit I just did give my OWSLA tat a kiss Smile for the camera, Pageantry of mattresses, A master of the MagicIan's chance at Chancellors dance, Look at Harrison trance Can I run a mile for President? A toy chest, A boy, just Obama I'm so much older Been through such trauma What the Willy wonka I should apply for Harvard New York over Boston So Columbia or Juliard I wish Son of a bitch, this is tragic I'm too old for scholarship Diploma's in another name I just got protective orders on I should start over But the world war is another Trump drama My Amazon cart is full of karma What you want from God? A trophy husband, Let's call him Oscar -undefeated. All this is weird I think imm married to the music Think of growing a beard Opening a beer And getting out of here All of my fears is Mommy dearest mommy dearest All of my hell is A body Imm a seed in a forest Been buried Bipolar, Supposedly, So tell me, Faery; How could I love you The way I I do If my mood We're atabilized My blu life Gave me blue eyes Clean tub of water I don't belong here It's too late for me too Swapping Vogue for the People My people who hate me But I been so played, The hatred betrays me I walk both ways Down a one way street {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

Part 216 in our long-running series of highly entertaining music podcasts, full of the sounds of wild youth from many eras - including our own. This time there's a big load of new stuff from HONEY RADAR, MORDECAI, BLUES AMBUSH, FAMOUS MAMMALS, THE SPATULAS, BURNT ENVELOPE, ANONYMOUS CARPETING + a song from that newly-reissued BRIDES LP.....plus Th' Faith Healers, The Chancellors (pictured), Violent Change, Rob Jo Star Band, Marzipan and more.Track listing:HONEY RADAR - Duck DirectoryBURNT ENVELOPE - Because I'm a Loser, 2024MORDECAI - MintedTHE SPATULAS - March Chant (alternate version)FAMOUS MAMMALS - Pen Trays in the ParlourVIOLENT CHANGE - McCartney The FoxANONYMOUS CARPETING - Nervous HabitsHONEY RADAR - Consult The NapkinTHE SHIFTERS - Cope With HalfKNEELING IN PISS - I Am A Patsy!MARZIPAN - Last Train To The SunROB JO STAR BAND - Acid RevolutionTHE BRIDES - Pushed AroundHOWARD WERTH - Mango ManTHE CHANCELLORS - On TourTHE MISTAKES - 16 PinsTH' FAITH HEALERS - A Word of AdviceBLUES AMBUSH - Wide Open Road > Jam

On the thirty-seventh episode of Blockbuster Rewatch, Andy Atherton is joined by James Gruenberg to do a live watch of 2005's Star Wars – Episode III: Revenge Of The Sith. The guys talk about Anakin's pilot skills; the Empire's droids; Star Wars video games; Count Dooku's brutal death; flying half a ship; Star Wars hairstyles; term limits for Chancellors; Space Cirque de Soleil; the Wookie planet Kashyyyk; comparing Palpatine to Voldemort; the transitions between scenes; lightning fingers; the execution of “Order 66”; yellow eyes; Star Wars playsets; having the higher ground and the tragic end of Anakin & Padme's love story.

During his decade (1975-1985) as one of the lead singers of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame group The Drifters, Blunt was privileged to perform alongside the legendary Ben E. King (Stand By Me) and the great Johnny Moore (Under The Boardwalk). During this period, The Drifters experienced a significant career resurgence, especially in England, where the group returned to the top of the charts with several top 10 hits, major tours, and media appearances.  Joe received a Lifetime Achievement Award from Sony Music for his service to the music industry as a member of The Drifters on the Bell/Arista Record labels. Sony Music also awarded Blunt a Gold Disc for his contributions to the compilation CD, "The Drifters: The Very Best Of," certified Gold in the U.K. Blunt retired from The Drifters and returned to his musical roots as a gospel music performer in D.C. He was also a member the trio “Voices Of Classic Soul". The group toured extensively all across the country and made dozens of media appearances, with Blunt singing lead on crowd-pleasing Drifters classics, including "Under The Boardwalk," "This Magic Moment," "On Broadway," "Up On The Roof," and King's "Stand By Me." Blunt retired from performing in 2023. Joe Blunt began his singing career while a student at D.C.'s McKinley Tech High School, signing his first recording contract with Cap City Records as a member of The Chancellors. Joe was the lead singer on the group's 1968 debut single,” Sad Avenue.” The group, however, may be best remembered as producing a future member of The Temptations, a member of The Platters, and, in 1975, Joe Blunt became a member of the legendary Drifters.

Jeremy Hunt bounced around delivering his Budget on Wednesday, proudly declaring his commitment to tax cuts and supporting working families. Another 2p was chopped off National Insurance and the threshold at which child benefit is removed was raised from £50,000 to £60,000. But you don't need to be a financial expert to know that the Chancellor's version of events isn't quite the whole story. Because Mr Hunt is also presiding over a long-term stealth tax freeze to thresholds that is costing workers dear and his child benefit move merely kicked sky-high marginal tax rates down the road, rather than getting rid of them altogether. Nonetheless, a tax cut and an extra £5,000 Isa allowance – even if it's a slightly iffy, limited one – is not to be sniffed at. So, was this an escape velocity Budget that puts Britain back on the path to growth? Or was it too little, too late, from a Tory party that has sported successive Chancellors who have been keener to raise our taxes by hook or by crook rather than cut them – or even just keep thresholds in line with inflation. On this week's Budget special This is Money podcast, Georgie Frost, Lee Boyce and Simon Lambert look at the winners and losers and go searching for the devils in the detail. What is the NI cut worth to you? Will you get some child benefit back? Did pensioners deserve a tax cut too? With a failure to reverse his capital gains and dividend tax raid, what has the Chancellor got against small investors? And will the British Isa be any good? All that and more – plus a look at why Nationwide is buying Virgin Money and whether that's good or bad for us all.

On this week's AJ Bell Money & Markets podcast, Dan Coatsworth and Danni Hewson dig into Nvidia's barnstorming results which have put a rocket under stock markets, including new record highs in Japan and Europe. It was a mixed picture for UK banks with HSBC shares plummeting the most since the pandemic after a cocktail of negative factors in its results. The team also weigh up the key points from Lloyds, Barclays and NatWest from their latest results.  Dan chats to Fundsmith Equity Fund manager Terry Smith and head of research Julian Robins about why they are excited by a certain stock in the pharmaceutical sector as weight-loss drugs take off. Danni catches up with former Dragon Sarah Willingham and her husband Michael Toxvaerd about expanding their Nightcap empire at a time that hospitality is struggling. The podcast team also discuss the potential headroom in the Chancellors' budget which could give the green light to pre-election tax cuts, why the governor of the Bank of England thinks the UK recession is already behind us, and the new bank notes featuring King Charles coming to a wallet near you in the next few months.

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the University of Oklahoma and the University of Texas, two prominent members of the Big 12 Conference, announced their intentions to leave the conference and join the Southeastern Conference (SEC). Here is an overview of the situation up to that point:Announcement of Intent: In July 2021, Oklahoma and Texas jointly announced that they would not be renewing their media rights agreements with the Big 12 Conference when they expired in 2025. The announcement caught many by surprise, as it signaled a potential major shift in the landscape of college athletics. SEC Invitation: Shortly after the announcement, it became public that both Oklahoma and Texas had formally requested invitations to join the Southeastern Conference (SEC). The SEC, one of the most prestigious and competitive conferences in college sports, welcomed the addition of the two universities. Approval Process: The move to the SEC required approval from the SEC's existing member institutions. In late July 2021, the SEC Presidents and Chancellors voted unanimously to extend invitations to Oklahoma and Texas to join the conference. The move was seen as a strategic decision for both the departing schools and the SEC, with potential financial and competitive implications. Big 12 Reaction: The departure of two flagship programs like Oklahoma and Texas dealt a significant blow to the Big 12 Conference. The remaining members of the Big 12 faced uncertainties about the conference's future and began exploring various options, including potential expansion or collaboration with other conferences. Legal and Financial Implications: The move raised questions about contractual obligations, exit fees, and other legal and financial aspects, as conferences typically have agreements and regulations in place to manage such transitions. Negotiations and discussions were expected to take place to address these issues. Support Us By Supporting Our Sponsors!GametimeDownload the Gametime app, create an account, and use code LOCKEDON for $20 off your first purchase.FanDuelScore early this NFL season with FanDuel, America's Number One Sportsbook! Right now, NEW customers get ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS in BONUS BETS with any winning FIVE DOLLAR MONEYLINE BET! That's A HUNDRED AND FIFTY BUCKS – if your team wins! Visit FanDuel.com/LOCKEDON to get started.FANDUEL DISCLAIMER: 21+ in select states. First online real money wager only. Bonus issued as nonwithdrawable free bets that expires in 14 days. Restrictions apply. See terms at sportsbook.fanduel.com. Gambling Problem? Call 1-800-GAMBLER or visit FanDuel.com/RG (CO, IA, MD, MI, NJ, PA, IL, VA, WV), 1-800-NEXT-STEP or text NEXTSTEP to 53342 (AZ), 1-888-789-7777 or visit ccpg.org/chat (CT), 1-800-9-WITH-IT (IN), 1-800-522-4700 (WY, KS) or visit ksgamblinghelp.com (KS), 1-877-770-STOP (LA), 1-877-8-HOPENY or text HOPENY (467369) (NY), TN REDLINE 1-800-889-9789 (TN) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

the University of Oklahoma and the University of Texas, two prominent members of the Big 12 Conference, announced their intentions to leave the conference and join the Southeastern Conference (SEC). Here is an overview of the situation up to that point: Announcement of Intent: In July 2021, Oklahoma and Texas jointly announced that they would not be renewing their media rights agreements with the Big 12 Conference when they expired in 2025. The announcement caught many by surprise, as it signaled a potential major shift in the landscape of college athletics. SEC Invitation: Shortly after the announcement, it became public that both Oklahoma and Texas had formally requested invitations to join the Southeastern Conference (SEC). The SEC, one of the most prestigious and competitive conferences in college sports, welcomed the addition of the two universities. Approval Process: The move to the SEC required approval from the SEC's existing member institutions. In late July 2021, the SEC Presidents and Chancellors voted unanimously to extend invitations to Oklahoma and Texas to join the conference. The move was seen as a strategic decision for both the departing schools and the SEC, with potential financial and competitive implications. Big 12 Reaction: The departure of two flagship programs like Oklahoma and Texas dealt a significant blow to the Big 12 Conference. The remaining members of the Big 12 faced uncertainties about the conference's future and began exploring various options, including potential expansion or collaboration with other conferences. Legal and Financial Implications: The move raised questions about contractual obligations, exit fees, and other legal and financial aspects, as conferences typically have agreements and regulations in place to manage such transitions. Negotiations and discussions were expected to take place to address these issues. Support Us By Supporting Our Sponsors! Gametime Download the Gametime app, create an account, and use code LOCKEDON for $20 off your first purchase. FanDuel Score early this NFL season with FanDuel, America's Number One Sportsbook! Right now, NEW customers get ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS in BONUS BETS with any winning FIVE DOLLAR MONEYLINE BET! That's A HUNDRED AND FIFTY BUCKS – if your team wins! Visit FanDuel.com/LOCKEDON to get started. FANDUEL DISCLAIMER: 21+ in select states. First online real money wager only. Bonus issued as nonwithdrawable free bets that expires in 14 days. Restrictions apply. See terms at sportsbook.fanduel.com. Gambling Problem? Call 1-800-GAMBLER or visit FanDuel.com/RG (CO, IA, MD, MI, NJ, PA, IL, VA, WV), 1-800-NEXT-STEP or text NEXTSTEP to 53342 (AZ), 1-888-789-7777 or visit ccpg.org/chat (CT), 1-800-9-WITH-IT (IN), 1-800-522-4700 (WY, KS) or visit ksgamblinghelp.com (KS), 1-877-770-STOP (LA), 1-877-8-HOPENY or text HOPENY (467369) (NY), TN REDLINE 1-800-889-9789 (TN) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In this episode of the "History of IR" series on BackTable, Dr. Alan Matsumoto, Chair of the Department of Radiology at the University of Virginia and a fellow of the Society of Interventional Radiology, joins our host Aparna Baheti. Dr. Matsumoto also serves as the Vice Chair of the American College of Radiology's Board of Chancellors. This installment provides a unique perspective on the life and career of Dr. Matsumoto and sheds light on the evolution of interventional radiology. --- CHECK OUT OUR SPONSORS Reflow Medical https://www.reflowmedical.com/ Medtronic Embolization https://www.medtronic.com/embolization --- SHOW NOTES Dr. Matsumoto's journey into IR commenced during his residency in the Department of Radiology at the University of North Carolina. The culture of independence within the department allowed him to gain extensive hands-on experience. Subsequently, after completing a four-year radiology residency followed by a one-year fellowship, Dr. Matsumoto ventured into private practice on the picturesque West Coast of Florida. However, his return to academic medicine was inspired by a profound appreciation for collaborative patient care discussions with referring physicians, marking a departure from the previous norm of merely appeasing them to maintain referral patterns. This transition led him to the University of Virginia, where he partnered with Dr. Tegtmeyer. Dr. Tegtmeyer's meticulous approach in running the IR suite, akin to a surgical suite, cultivated an appreciation for organizational precision and independence. During this conversation, Dr. Matsumoto fondly reminisces about Dr. Tegtmeyer, who emphasized the art of presenting oneself as an IR doctor to patients. He recognizes Dr. Tegtmeyer's passion for renal angioplasty, acknowledging him and Dr. Thoman Sos as pioneers in the field. Dr. Matsumoto also provides valuable insights into the technological landscape of IR in the past, underscoring the absence of contemporary tools like C-arms and pre-shaped catheters. Consequently, IR practitioners had to adapt and innovate, often crafting and modifying instruments, including innovative solutions like using styrofoam for embolizations or shaping catheters with bunsen burners. Furthermore, Dr. Matsumoto delves into the challenges faced by early practitioners, highlighting the need for caution to avoid detractors exploiting mistakes to diminish the value of IR procedures and potentially restrict the scope of IR practice. Balancing the role of a friendly collaborator with technicians and nurses while assuming leadership in the IR suite is a pivotal aspect of his journey. Dr. Matsumoto then elaborates on his pivotal involvement in aortic work in 1998, as he helped establish a core lab and collaborated with device companies along with CT and vascular surgeons. This work allowed him to be a part of the approval process of Medtronic's AneuRx endograft in 1999, where he testified at the FDA hearing for this groundbreaking product designed to treat AAA's. The transition to leadership within the department of IR at the University of Virginia marked another significant chapter in Dr. Matsumoto's career. Despite assuming this role unexpectedly after the passing of Dr. Tegtmire, he embraced the challenge. His vision for the department revolves around a heightened focus on clinical operations and streamlining patient responsibilities to enhance efficiency while upholding a culture of excellence. Dr. Matsumoto concludes this episode with valuable insights into strengthening an IR department by effectively promoting and communicating the value of services to the broader medical community.

CEO Nimesh Shah joins Heather this week as Labour Shadow Chancellor Rachel Reeves gave some insight into Labour's future tax plans. They also look at the chill that the freezing of allowances is causing taxpayers and why it's a popular choice by successive Chancellors and the ongoing headache of VAT inconsistences as tax on pants makes the headlines.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Supreme Chancellors were always just educated politicians (somewhat) on matters that affected the galaxy. However, did you know, that during the old times, you could only be a Supreme Chancellor if you were a Jedi? That means Palpatine would never have been in power, had this rule still have been true. However, it could make for something even more sinister, which is Palpatine pretending to be a Jedi for decades, only to turn on them once he was in power as Supreme Chancellor. Imagine Yoda as Supreme Chancellor, or Windu, or even Anakin (which we all know wouldn't work). I think it's a much better system. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ben Criddle talks BYU sports every weekday from 3 to 7 pm.Today's Co-Hosts: Ben Criddle (@criddlebenjamin)Subscribe to the Cougar Sports with Ben Criddle podcast:Apple Podcastshttps://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/cougar-sports-with-ben-criddle/id99676

Was Pride, arrogance or ignorance that caused Colorado Buffalos to return to the BIG XII or Pride, arrogance or ignorance that has the conference on life support. The lack of a media deal is on the cover of the issue with the PAC XII. The leadership failed on so many levels. Prior Pac XII commissioner Larry Scott thought he was a wheeler dealer.  He thought the Money would just keep rolling in and he was wasting it. He moved the head quarters to Silicone Valley were the cost was high and the office was never finished. The conference was over paid by their media partner and they never reported. Now each school is on the hook for millions of dollars in pay backs. Larry Scott turned down a new media deal with ESPN and Fox, believing the Conference was worth more and would get a better deal.  The Presidents, Chancellors and regent members of each schools looked down their noses at other Schools such as Iowa St., Texas Tech, K-State and Kansas, when there discussions of the two conferences. Thinking their high academic standards would be harmed if they got dirty with the lower BIG XII.  Then Pac XII hired it's new commissioner George Kliavkoff , who in his first statement made the comment that now haunts him. We are open for business, telling the BIG XII, if you want to be on stable ground come to the pac. This was after the BIG XII lost Oklahoma and Texas to the SEC. Little did Kliavkoff know that 2 of his prized team were about to stable him in the back. USC/UCLA became members of the B1G and weakening their stability. This set off a war between the BIG XII and the PAC XII to try to lurer away member from the other. The Media Deal that was turned down by the Pac XII was taken by the BIG XII; which left the Pac XII with no media deal and no interested suiters. The BIG XII add Cent. FL, Cincinnati, Houston and BYU to strengthen their conference and has stolen a member of the PAC XII, COLORADO.  THe Pac XII is on life support, other school are looking to leaving soon and media deal as no major players want a pacific coast only media market conference. Pride can kill you , but ignorance and arrogance can also be deadly.    Title Sponsor:  minnesotapersonalinjury.com @BBLAW Sponsor: www.linkartz.com Sponsor: www.jaybeesgloverepair.com   #PacXII, #BIG, #SEC #BIGXII, #Coolegesports, #mediadeals, #Pride, #ignorance, #Colorado #GeorgeKliavkoff, #Larryscott      

Fr. Jason Rocks - chancellor of the Diocese of Camden and pastor of Holy Eucharist Parish in Cherry Hill, NJ - returns again! It's his third visit to The Vault and he again doesn't disappoint as Jen and Mike grill him on what a chancellor does, the recent slate of new cardinals, and what we can expect to see in the upcoming Synod meetings. Listen to Talking Catholic everywhere podcasts can be found, at https://talking.catholicstarherald.org/show/talking-catholic, or catch us on Domestic Church Media radio Sundays at 11 AM or Mondays at 4 PM domesticchurchmedia.org. Follow us on... Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TalkingCatholic Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/talkingcatholic Twitter: https://twitter.com/talkingcatholic

On the show this week:After a weekend of fun at Nürnberg's annual Badentreffen open air festival, Nic is still recovering from too many pints of…fun? We talk about one of Germany's best festivals, and some weird interactions with the locals. We also recap the opening games of the Women's World Cup, especially the goal bonanza for Germany, and ask whether anyone can really tell the difference between a lioness and a wild pig. The arrival of the Sommerloch in Germany means there's very little news coming out of Berlin as Germany's politicians all go on holiday, but where do government ministers go on holiday? We discuss the potential for a political holiday house share in France, Chancellors raving at the Ballermann, and why making bold political decisions during summer is a bad idea. We also find some time to discuss low-fi solutions to posting on social media, and a potential ban on junk food advertising that could be introduced by the end of the year. Articles mentioned on the show:Majority of Germans support planned advertising restrictions for sweetsFor those of you looking to support Ukraine or the many refugees currently fleeing the conflict, please take a look at these different charities and consider donating if you can.Ukraine Crisis Media Centre - A list of different donation pages to help the Ukrainian military response.Disaster Emergency Committee - Ukraine Humanitarian Appeal Save the ChildrenÄrzte ohne GrenzenTheme tune courtesy of Kloß mit Soß

A $128m bailout for cash-strapped universities will still not be enough to prevent major job losses at the Universities of Otago and Victoria. Yesterday the government announced the rescue package for tertiary institutions which have struggled with falling enrollments, biting inflation and the lingering effects of Covid.The University of Otago is dealing with a $60m deficit, and Victoria University a $33m deficit. Both universities are proposing sweeping job cuts.The funding will however buy universities some time and is being welcomed as a move in the right direction. Kathryn speaks with Helen Nicholson, the acting Vice-Chancellor at the University of Otago and Nic Smith, the Vice-Chancellor of Victoria University of Wellington.

In this episode of the Accelerate Your Performance podcast, Janet invites two leaders who exhibit the first principle in the Nine Principles Framework, Commit to Excellence. Listen to the Chancellors of Fletcher Technical Community College, Dr. Kristine Strickland, and Bossier Parish Community College, Dr. Rick Bateman, as they discuss their recent leadership awards, strategic focus on cultivating a campus of care, resilience in the face of natural disasters, and the increase in enrollment at their institutions.Recommended Resources: "Hardwiring Excellence in Education: The Nine Principles Framework" Book, Hardwiring Excellence in Education: The Nine Principles Framework podcast episode, Getting Better at Getting Better, & Develop and Apply Standards of Excellence

Happy Chancellors' Day to all who celebrate.  Today, get the skinny on the co-chancellors of the High Republic Phase 2: Greylark and Mollo.  I am also joined by Kenny from @UnlockingFandom for some SHEEV TALK.  Follow the show @StarWarsSkinny. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/thestarwarsskinny/message

2023 is almost upon us, so join Christopher Hope, Gordon Rayner and Camilla Tominey to reflect on the wacky year just gone in Westminster. We've had four Chancellors, three Prime Ministers, two different monarchs and one 'tractor' watching MP, so plenty to discuss, plus a look ahead to what might be in store in the New Year.For 30 days' free access to The Telegraph: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/chopper |Sign up to the Chopper's Politics newsletter: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/politicsnewsletter |Read Chopper's Peterborough diary: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/peterborough-diary |Email: chopperspolitics@telegraph.co.uk |See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

It's been another calm year for the history books: four Chancellors, three prime ministers, two monarchs and the hottest day in UK history. Through the tumult, we've been providing you a steady stream of reasons to be cheerful. Having applied a rigorous methodology we've chosen our ten favourite moments from the year. What's made it to the top spot?We'd love to hear from you over the holidays with your ideas, guest suggestions or emails. If you want to get in touch with the podcast you can email us at reasons@cheerfulpodcast.com or through our website. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Join host Geoffrey Rubin, MD, MBA, FACR, as he talks with Jacqueline A. Bello, MD, FACR, Director of Neuroradiology at Montefiore, Professor of Radiology and Neurosurgery at Albert Einstein College of Medicine and Chair of the Board of Chancellors of the American College of Radiology (ACR).

In the final podcast of 2022, we look back at the people, events, and moments that defined the past 12 months for us.Three Prime Ministers, four Chancellors. Was this a UK crisis of simply the past year or one decades in the making?2022 has also seen a wave of industrial action by trade unionists almost unprecedented in nature because of the impact of the successive Tory governments. It's also brought to the fore in terms of media attention of a new generation of articulate, passionate, trade union leaders willing to put, not just the case for their members, but articulate opposition to the privatized economy and society that is the UK.We also reflect on the ongoing Tory culture wars and anti-refugee narrative, and the state of the Labour Party response to it all.Russia's invasion of Ukraine in February was a war that Putin thought would be over in a few days. 10 months later, due to the courage of the Ukrainian people and their leaders, Russia is bogged down in a conflict that has caused thousands of deaths and displaced over 14 million people.In the wake Putin's failure in Ukraine, of Johnson's resignation in disgrace and the legal proceedings against Trump over January 6th, is the era of impunity over.What might the death of Queen Elizabeth mean for the future of the monarchy?The Supreme Court decision ruling out the possibility of the Scottish Parliament legislating for indyref2 was a pivotal moment in revealing the nature of the "voluntary" union. Almost simultaneously a new leadership of the SNP group took over and subsequent opinion polls showed a shift to support for independence. Will all this spark the development by the SNP of a clear strategy for a de facto referendum at the next General Election?All this plus some thoughts on cricket and movies.  ★ Support this podcast ★

Treasury “orthodoxy” is the Tory punchbag – but it only acts the way it does because it's already been colonised by free marketeers, says Aeron Davis, author of Bankruptcy, Bubbles and Bailouts: The Inside History of the Treasury since 1976. He tells Ahir Shah why Britain now has two Chancellors and no real Prime Minister; why our economic fate is determined by people who've never worked in a real business… and how deregulation ended up outsourcing the entire British economy to the City. “Rishi Sunak is our first investment banker PM. We've finally reached that peak.” “Every review of financial governance was filled with financiers – and what they did was serve the share price.” Written and presented by Ahir Shah. Producers: Jet Gerbertson and Alex Rees. Assistant Producer: Kasia Tomasiewicz. Music by Kenny Dickinson. Audio production: Alex Rees. Lead Producer: Jacob Jarvis. Group Editor: Andrew Harrison. THE BUNKER is a Podmasters Production Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Shadow Chancellor is on rollicking form in this hilarious, lively and impassioned interview. Rachel is steeped in economics, having worked for the Bank of England (at the same time Matt Hancock, more on that later). She sets out the dividing lines between herself and the Tories and explains the different decisions Labour would take if they win the next election. Rachel has only been Shadow Chancellor for a year and a half but in that time she has helped salvage Labour's economic credibility. She's also faced 4 Chancellors this year alone and gives us the inside story on how she prepares for each 'fiscal statement'. This is great fun with a politician at the top of their game. Buy tickets to The Political Party, live at The Duchess Theatre here: https://nimaxtheatres.com/shows/the-political-party-with-matt-forde/Forthcoming guests include:19 Dec: CHRISTMAS SPECIAL: Yvette Cooper, Emily Thornberry and music from MP423 Jan: Emily Maitlis and Jon Sopel20 Feb: Keir Starmer6 March: Eddie Izzard Plus more to be announced! Follow @mattforde on Twitter for the latest news Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Howard Davies is the Chairman of the Board of Directors of Natwest Group. Previously, he was the Director of the London School of Economics (LSE) from 2003 until 2011. Prior to this appointment he was chairman of the UK Financial Services Authority from 1997 to 2003. From 1995 to 1997 he was Deputy Governor of the Bank of England, after three years as the Director General of the Confederation of British Industry. Earlier in his career he worked in the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, the Treasury, McKinsey and Co, and as Controller of the Audit Commission. In this podcast we discuss: 1) Whether the UK should separate finance and economy minister roles. 2) The competition between the Chancellor and Prime Minister. 3) Why UK productivity has been low. 4) The impact of Bank of England independence for role of Chancellor. 5) How Gordon Brown reduced poverty. 6) Why taxes are so hard to change in the UK. 7) Why Alistair Darling was under-rated as Chancellor. 8) The problem with George Osbourne's austerity drive. 9) The role of Chancellor in Scottish and EU referendums. 10) The challenge for the current Chancellor in targeting growth. 11) Whether the UK Treasury attracts the right talent.

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The death of Özbeg, Khan of the Golden Horde, in 1341 marked the end of an era for the Jochid Khanate. The thirty year reign of Özbeg had been one of relative internal stability; a stability his successors were not to enjoy. Bloody succession struggles, plague and economic woe were now to be the news of the day within the Horde. And it was Özbeg's sons Tini Beg and Jani Beg Khan who were to face the front of it. Today we take you through the reigns of Özbeg's sons, the eve of the great anarchy which would rip asunder at the very foundation of the Golden Horde. I'm your host David, and this is Kings and Generals: Ages of Conquest.   Özbeg Khan, during his long life, seems to have initially desired his eldest son Temür to succeed him. Having violently purged the Jochid lineage upon his own accession in 1313, Özbeg had the luxury to decide on a successor. But Temür's death around 1330 left Özbeg bereaved, and forced him to make due with his other two sons, Tini Beg and Jani Beg. Born to his wife Taydula Khatun, Tini Beg and Jani Beg were well educated princes. Ibn Battuta noted numerous islamic advisors for both princes, and Jani Beg is specifically described as knowledgeable in Islamic laws. Their names both came from Turkic and Persian words for “spirit,” making them “lords of the spirit.” Tini Beg, as the elder, was preferred by Özbeg to succeed him. During his trip to the Golden Horde, Ibn Battuta describes Özbeg showering Tini Beg in preferences and honours for this purpose. Additionally, Ibn Battuta describes Tini Beg as one of the most handsome of men. There is slight indication that Özbeg and Tini Beg fell out towards the end of his life, when Jani Beg's name begins to appear alongside Özbeg's on coinage, suggesting perhaps the second son was being groomed to be heir.   On Özbeg's death in late 1341, Tini Beg still maneuvered his way onto the throne, likely to the displeasure of Jani Beg. We know little of his reign. There is some suggestion that he was not a Muslim, and had some close links with Franciscans, whom he sent as his envoys to the Pope. One of the earliest pieces of surviving Golden Horde literature dates to his reign, too; a Turkic language poem by the Horde poet Qutb, adapting the Persian language “Khosrow and Shirin” by Nizami. Dedicated to Tini Beg and his wife, it remains a fascinating, if brief, look at the courtly life and social structure of the Horde in the mid-fourteenth century.   We can tell you little else of Tini Beg's reign with any certainty. Jani Beg never took kindly to Tini Beg's ascension; we may suspect he felt that Tini Beg had stolen the throne from him. The order of events is conflicting in the sources; potentially their mother, Taydula, preferred Jani Beg and whispered into his ear while Jani Beg's Islamic advisers may have encouraged him, in reaction to the possibly non-Muslim Tini Beg's enthronement. In some versions, Jani Beg first kills one of their brothers, Khidr Beg, in very uncertain circumstances. In Tini Beg's anger, he raises an army to confront his brother Jani Beg, only to be defeated in battle, taken captive and executed. In other versions, Jani Beg only kills Khidr Beg after Tini Beg's death. The fact of the fratricide of two of his brothers though, is well attested.   So, Jani Beg became Khan in 1342. There can be little doubt of Jani Beg's islam. We are told he even set out orders for his troops to all don turbans and cloaks. Neither could there be any hesitation among the Rus' princes about recognizing Jani Beg's rule; one of Jani Beg's first orders was sending an army to install a new prince in Pereiaslavl'. The meaning was clear. Jani Beg was going to continue his father's policy of firm mastery over the Rus'. In quick order the Rus' princes all travelled to the Horde to recognize Jani Beg's overlordship; the Grand Prince, now Simeon Ivanovich, too made clear his subservience to Jani Beg Khan. Simeon was a close ally to the Khan, and over his reign made regular trips to the Horde, always returning with gifts, honours and Jani Beg's favour. A smart move, lest the Khan remove him from his post. In doing so, they continued the slow if steady consolidation of Moscow's influence regarding the other Rus' cities.        There is also indication that Jani Beg held loftier pretensions. By the start of Jani Beg's reign, he was essentially the last remaining Chinggisid khan with authority. The Blue Horde khans were his vassals, and the Chagatai Khanate and Ilkhanate were either divided or dissolved. In the Yuan Dynasty, with whom contact was infrequent, the Great Khan Töghön Temür was  a figurehead in comparison to his Chancellors. In reaction, it seems to an extent Jani Beg went about presenting himself not just as successors to Özbeg, but the rightful heir to Chinggis Khan. Not Jani Beg was not just the Jochid Khan, but the supreme Khan. Özbeg himself seems to have used in some instances the title of “khan of khans,” as did Jani Beg. In letters to the Ilkhanid successors in the Caucasus, Jani Beg calls himself the “khan of the three ulusus,” and references to “great Khan,” as a Jochid title continued among his successors for centuries. A subtle shift in ideology, but one indicating a recognition, perhaps, that the Mongol Empire was dead, and now the Jochid Khan was supreme monarch by the grace of Eternal Heaven.    Jani Beg did not quite share Özbeg's tolerance to other religions.  While he mellowed later in his reign, initially Jani Beg seemed rather set on reducing privileges enjoyed by Franciscans and the Orthodox Church in Rus', normally a strong supporter of Mongol rule. “Idol temples,” —that is, Buddhist or shamanist sites— were specified for destruction. And as we will see shortly, Jani Beg reacted with particular ire when Christians within his empire caused trouble. But even this animosity should not be too overstated; there is no recorded attempt by Jani Beg, or other Jochid khans, to try and convert the Rus' and other Christian populations to Islam. In the 1350s a Rus' Metropolitan, Alexii, healed the eyes of Jani Beg's mother, Taydula, for which he earned great reward. On Jani Beg's death in 1357 the Rus' Nikonian Chronicle describes the late Jani Beg as a friend to Christians, a  monarch who had given the Rus' many privileges. We might suspect that Jani Beg took the throne with a zealousness to prove his Islamic bona fides, and cooled in this fervour as the years passed.   Unfortunately for the Italian merchants in the Horde, in 1343 Jani Beg was still very much full of zeal.  That year, the second of Jani Beg's reign, news came to him of a murder of a Mongol notable in Tana. Tana was the Italian name for Azov, a trading community Özbeg had granted to the Venetians on the mouth of the Don River, nestled on the edge of the Azov Sea east of the Crimea. In September of 1343, an argument between an Italian and a Mongol, Hajji ‘Umar, resulted in the Italians murdering him in the street.  Jani Beg was white hot with rage directed at the Italians. His father Özbeg had generally handled the Italian traders relatively well, playing them off each other and making the Golden Horde a good deal of money. Initially, Jani Beg had reconfirmed the privileges of the Italians. However, Jani Beg took umbrage with the autonomy of the port cities, and felt they had too much control over the Jochid state's trade. The Italians' continued dealing in nomadic slaves may also have frustrated the Khan. After the poor relationship between Özbeg  and the Mamluk Sultan al-Nasir Muhammad, Jani Beg basically let the relationship with the Mamluks die. With the disintegration of the Ilkhanate, there was little need for such worthless allies, as far as Jani Beg was concerned. He only sent two embassies to the Mamluks; one alerting them of his enthronement, and one informing them of his conquest of Tabriz. There was no interest or desire to allow the Mamluks their continued access to Qipchap troops, and little patience for Italians selling perfectly good potential warriors to distant Egypt. Not surprisingly, it is about this time that Circassians were gaining prominence as the source of Mamluks in Egypt.    The murder of the Mongol in Tana was either the final straw, or simply a good pretence to rid himself of the Italians, and perhaps put his own men in charge of the trade. No more could the Italians enrich themselves at the expense of the Horde! In quick order Jani Beg had the westerners in the Black Sea trade cities of  Tana and Solkhat expelled or killed, and an army bearing down on Caffa in 1343. As the chief of the port cities, and the primary Geneose settlement, Caffa was the prize of the campaign. But it would be no easy nut to crack. Caffa's harbour allowed it to be resupplied by sea no matter how strong the land blockade. Caffa had also learned lessons from sieges suffered during the reign of Toqta Khan thirty years prior. The city walls were stout, its supplies well stocked. Khan Jani Beg found the city withstood his initial assaults over 1343 and 1344. On one occasion a night foray resulted in the Genoese burning down Jani Beg's siege machines. All Jani Beg could do was cut it off by land, for the Genoese could continue to bring in provisions.    A further issue had developed too. While the Venetian-Genoese rivalry was normally strong, in the midst of this emergency they had put aside their differences, the Venetians seeking shelter in Caffa and the city-states putting a trade embargo on the Golden Horde. Recall in our previous episodes, how we described the ways in which the economy of the Golden Horde relied on the overland Asian trade. Much of this funneled through the Golden Horde's Black Sea coastline, and booned with the relative stability of inner-Asian travel. But by the 1340s, this economic system was already reeling with the collapse of the Ilkhanate and Chagatai Khanate, and now with this embargo due to the war with Genoa and Venice, the Horde was effectively cut out of the international trade routes. As early as 1344, a Franciscan observer remarked in a letter that protests were breaking out in the Horde's city with the unintended economic strangulation. The consequences were felt across Europe, with the doubling of the prices of silk and spices. The Horde was a major grain exporter for much of the Black Sea region, and the war was now resulting in famine in Constantinople, as Jani Beg prevented Italian access to the grain harvests.   In an effort to bring about a resolution, Jani Beg needed a new ploy. He found just the ticket. In an unusual for any Mongol khan, with the exception of Khubilai, Jani Beg decided to build a navy. Harbouring it in the Sea of Azov, Jani Beg was going to attack Caffa land and sea, or at least choke it out. Unfortunately for Jani Beg, such an effort could not go unnoticed as sailors, labourers and materials were called into the region. Once the Genoese learned of it in 1345, a specialty raiding fleet was organized in Genoa, sailed across the Mediterranean and literally dashed Jani Beg's dreams to pieces; the Golden Horde's fledgling navy was nipped in the bud, burnt and sunk.    Jani Beg was denied his swift victory. In 1346 he maintained siege lines but undertook no assaults, and in 1347 concluded separate treaties with Genoa and Venice. Once more the Genoese were able to sail their cargo out of Caffa's harbour, and the Venetians returned to their colony at Tana. The entire campaign in the end was nought but an expensive failure, returning to status quo ante bellum. The situation remained tense, particularly when Genoese and Venetian rivalry reasserted itself, and not until the late 1350s do things appear to have normalized, and Caffa remained the preeminent trade center of the northern Black Sea coast. But by then, a much more significant crisis now faced the international market, in the form of that intolerable little bugaboo, Yersinia pestis. Or as you may know it by its more colloquial name, the Black Death.    Wherever its origins were, the Black Death had reached the Golden Horde's cities by 1346, travelling along the Central Asian trade lines.  It likely began ravaging Jani Beg's army outside of Caffa in 1346, and it is here that we get one of the most infamous cases of biological warfare ever recorded, wherein Jani Beg ordered his troops to catapult the plague bodies of their fallen men into Caffa, causing it to spread among the defenders. Fleeing Genoese thus took it back to Europe with them. The rest, as they say, is history.   Except maybe it's not. There's a number of issues with this popular story. Firstly, it's described in only a single, by Gabriele de Mussi, who was not an eyewitness. At the time of the siege, de Mussi was in northern Italy, and may have only learned of the information, at-best secondhand, but perhaps only after it passed through multiple informants. The manuscript itself is a matter of question: not only do no other medieval accounts reference Jani Beg launching corpses like this, but no other source mentions de Mussi's account in particular. In fact, it was unknown until it was discovered in the mid-19th century in what is now Poland! The document itself shows a poor understanding of the chronology, which is suspect for a supposedly educated lawyer like de Mussi. Caffa appears depopulated and abandoned by the end of the siege, though this was far from the case; it also portrays ships coming directly to Genoa from Caffa and spreading the plague thusly. But we know this to be false: the siege ended in 1346, but plague did not come to Genoa until early 1348, and from ships which had come from Sicily. As you probably know, not a lot of plague victims managed two years with it.    Further issues come from the logic presented in the text. The Mongols' deep reverence for their own dead, compounded by their conversion to Islam means that launching the bodies of their own fellows into Caffa seems an extraordinary taboo in their culture to break. In fact, there are effectively no historical anecdotes of an army tossing bodies of its own men into a city in order to spread plague; you'll find very few cultures in history in which soldiers would be willing to disrespect the bodies of their fallen comrades in such a manner. It's one thing to do it to bodies of the enemy, but the desecration of friends and allies is another matter entirely. The Mongols had a very well established reaction to disease outbreaks; leaving a site entirely, rather than stopping to continually handle the plague bodies. This makes a prolonged proximity to plague victims in order to load them into trebuchets even more unlikely. There have also been arguments that this would be a very ineffective means to actually spread plague!  We can even comment on the fact that, had Caffa been so decimated, why did the Mongols not simply overrun it?    Suffice to say, very few modern scholars accept de Mussi's version of events, if the manuscript is even authentic. At best, we might wonder if the Mongols had thrown bodies of prisoners, or even animals, into the city at some point during the siege, which through a game of telephone turned into lobbing thousands of Mongol cadavers into Caffa, as de Mussi suggests. An accidental conflation of timelines and events in the midst of monumental horror of the Black Death is an understandable mistake to make.    The more likely explanation is that the citizens of Caffa picked up the plague after the siege ended. Either looting the abandoned Mongol siege camp, or when the blockade was lifted and trade restarted with the Golden Horde. With the plague already running rampant in the Horde's cities, it was only a matter of time before it entered Caffa through  normal means. The port of Caffa began sending ships out for trade again in spring 1347; by the late summer, the plague was in Constantinople, and by early 1348 in Genoa.  Caffa may very well have been the launching point for the plague into the Mediterranean, but the launching point for plague into Caffa was probably not a Mongol siege weapon.       We have very little information on the effect the Black Death had on the Golden Horde. It seems to have had, just as it did everywhere, a devastating impact on urban centres. As we already established, there were a number of great cities in the steppes which had grown rich on the trans-continental trade. They had already been hurting in previous years with the fall of the other khanates and the Black Sea embargo; now the plague seemed a mortal blow.  The only references we have are vague mentions of thousands upon thousands of losses in these cities. The Rus' Nikonian Chronicle states that so many died in the Horde's cities, that there was noone left to bury them.    For the nomadic population, plague seems to have had a lesser impact. Steppe nomads essentially had a cultural system of quarantine for sick persons; gers would be marked off, and none allowed to enter which a sick person was inside. Those who had been in the presence of a person who died in a ger were forbidden from the khan's presence entirely. Areas where infected animals or persons were seen were strictly avoided. Such systems remain in place even in modern Mongolia, where Yersinis pestis occurs normally in some animal populations. There, the normally sparse population allows the disease to be avoided like the plague. And it seems it proved beneficial for the Mongols; while Jani Beg had around a dozen children alive by the time of his death, at the same time in the Rus' principalities numerous princes, notables and even the Grand Prince, Simeon, succumbed to the plague.        Yet most assuredly, the 1340s and 50s marked a downward path for the Horde. While occupied with the Crimean venture, Jani Beg's western bordering was further slipping from his grasp. In 1345 a Mongol army was defeated by the Hungarian King, Louis the Great. Lithuania continued its expansion into Galicia-Volhynia in competition with the Polish King Casimir III. Jani Beg was frustrated by them, and his mood proved fickle. Initially he granted consent for Casimir's campaigning in Galicia against the Lithaunains, but then in the early 1350s Mongol troops raided as far as Lublin.  In the end, Jani Beg ceded control of Galicia to Poland, and Volhynia to the Lithuanians, in exchange for the continuation of tribute for rights to both lands. While raids by Tatar troops would follow irregularly, Jani Beg's reign marks the surrendering of the western frontier of the Golden Horde.       Sinking the resources and men of his empire into Crimea, meant Jani Beg had been unable to take advantage of the disintegration of the Ilkhanate. Though we might wonder if this was in part a reluctance to press that frontier, given the troubles his father had faced attempting to do so. It was not until the end of the 1350s that Jani Beg finally threw his weight against the Ilkhanate's successors. For years, individuals had fled the Chobanid state to the Golden Horde, bringing news of the poor rulership of Malik Ashraf. For a bit more context, check out episode 58 of this podcast for these post-Ilkhanid states. But in short, the Chobanids were a non-Chinggisid dynasty based in what is now Azerbaijan. Their final ruler was Malik Ashraf, a cruel and violent man who alienated essentially everyone he could. Jani Beg must have felt that the greatly weakened Malik Ashraf would be a pushover. His intentions were clear in the letter he sent to Malik Ashraf in Tabriz:       “I am coming to take possession of the ulus of Hülagü. You are the son of Choban whose name was in the yarligh  of the four uluses. Today three uluses are under my command and I also wish to appoint you emir of the ulus; get up and come to meet me.” At best, as a non-Chinggisid, Malik Ashraf could rule as a governor on behalf of a khan. Malik Ashraf asserted in his response that this is what he was doing, ruling on behalf of Hülagü's line. The fact that Malik Ashraf by that point had no Ilkhanid puppet khan was glossed over. Additionally, Malik Ashraf sought to ease worries among his men by stating that as the ruler of the lands of Berke, Jani Beg had no right to the lands of Hülegü. Such an argument did little good as Jani Beg's host entered the Caucasus in 1357. After a single battle the Chobanid army disintegrated, and the fleeing Malik Ashraf was caught and executed. After almost a century of on and off warfare, Tabriz finally came under Jochid rule. Jani Beg was victorious as none of his ancestors had been. After years of reverses, difficulties and other trials, Jani Beg finally had his great victory. He appointed his son Berdi Beg as governor of the region, and returned triumphant to the Golden Horde… only to die two months later. The blame is usually attributed to Berdi Beg, who in various sources was convinced into the action by poison-tongued emirs. In one account, Berdi Beg strangles his father himself.  Berdi Beg quickly followed this up with murdering many of his brothers, including one who was only eight months old. He is alleged to have killed this one with his own hands. This, as we will see next week, was very far from being the end of the killing.        So ended the reign of Jani Beg Khan, and with it, the golden age of the Horde. Jani Beg appears as an almost pale imitation of Öz Beg, ambitious enough for the throne, but not the man to steer the ship in a time of crisis. He wasted men and resources on his effort to expel the Italians, and achieved nothing for the outburst, preventing him from sooner seizing opportunity in the Caucasus. The Black Death and unraveling of the overland trade was of course outside of his power, but Jani Beg's clumsy hand did nothing to assuage the situation. The fact that he did not face a real threat to his power until 1357 though, speaks to the strength of the Jochid political system that it could essentially coast through these years without major disaster. Such a thing could not be said of Berdi Beg's reign, or those who were soon to follow him, as the Golden Horde entered its period of bulqhaq: anarchy. Our next episodes will detail the steady collapse of the Golden Horde, so be sure to subscribe to the Kings and Generals Podcast to follow. If you enjoyed this and would like to help us continue bringing you great content, consider supporting us on patreon at www.patreon.com/kingsandgenerals. This episode was researched and written by our series historian, Jack Wilson. I'm your host David, and we'll catch you on the next one.