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Tenemos al ministro de ciencia del Hoy por Hoy en Hong Kong, donde ha sido invitado a la entrega de unos premios a avances en ciencia y tecnología que quieren ser la respuesta china a los nóbel. Nuño nos cuenta cómo se está viviendo desde el gigante asiático su carrera para convertirse en primera potencia y polo fundamental de poder tanto duro como blando.    Aquí en España, nuestro ministro de tecnología ha sido jurado en los premios nacionales de innovación. Charlamos con uno de los premiados, Federico Sáinz de Robles, fundador y CEO de Apiia, la marca de ropa que no se arruga, no se mancha y no acumula olor. Le preguntamos si va a recibir el premio con una de sus camisas (por supuesto) y de si, en ese siglo XXI, dejaremos de planchar (ojalá).

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

John and Chino expose the dangerous theology of Hobart Freeman, tracing his teachings back to William Branham's pattern of secrecy and manipulation. They discuss Freeman's claims of a "12-word revelation," his insistence that only one man held the true end-time faith message, and the psychological grip these ideas held over followers. The conversation connects the dots between Branham's "three high words," Freeman's mysterious visions, and the modern culture of prophetic elitism that still echoes in the New Apostolic Reformation.This episode invites listeners to reconsider how claims of hidden revelation and exclusive authority distort the humility and servant leadership modeled by Christ. ______________________Weaponized Religion: From Christian Identity to the NAR:Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1735160962 Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DCGGZX3K ______________________- Support the channel: https://www.patreon.com/branham - Visit the website: https://william-branham.org

When does “just friends” really mean just friends? This week on A Pod Named Kickback, Nu' and Jacquie (yeah, that's J-A-C-Q-U-I-E!) dive into the messy truth about the friend zone — why most people waiting there aren't real friends, and why being “the nice guy” doesn't entitle you to anything.From there, the crew flips into a packed Kickback: celebrating SNAP benefits staying intact (and saying fuck Trump for trying to starve the people), breaking down new music from rising artist Chino, and sharing Nu's Halloween movie review of X — the wild horror flick about a killer old lady with a thirst for sex.Nu' also opens up about his love for romance stories with Ruth & Boaz, the upcoming New Edition x Boyz II Men x Toni Braxton tour (and his real-life connection to every one of them), and how October turned out to be his best month yet — in sales, in streaming, and in spirit.Now he's claiming “Nu'-vember” as the next level. Manifestation in motion. No brakes, no limits. ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

"Crónicas Lunares di Sun" es un podcast cultural presentado por Irving Sun, que abarca una variedad de temas, desde la literatura y análisis de libros hasta discusiones sobre actualidad y personajes históricos. Se difunde en múltiples plataformas como Ivoox, Apple Podcast, Spotify y YouTube, donde también ofrece contenido en video, incluyendo reflexiones sobre temas como la meditación y la filosofía teosófica. Los episodios exploran textos y conceptos complejos, buscando fomentar la reflexión y el autoconocimiento entre su audiencia, los "Lunares", quienes pueden interactuar y apoyar el programa a través de comentarios, redes sociales y donaciones. AVISO LEGAL: Los cuentos, poemas, fragmentos de novelas, ensayos y todo contenido literario que aparece en Crónicas Lunares di Sun podrían estar protegidos por derecho de autor (copyright). Si por alguna razón los propietarios no están conformes con el uso de ellos por favor escribirnos al correo electrónico cronicaslunares.sun@hotmail.com y nos encargaremos de borrarlo inmediatamente. Si te gusta lo que escuchas y deseas apoyarnos puedes dejar tu donación en PayPal, ahí nos encuentras como @IrvingSun  https://paypal.me/IrvingSun?country.x=MX&locale.x=es_XC  Síguenos en:  Telegram: Crónicas Lunares di Sun  ⁠Crónicas Lunares di Sun - YouTube⁠ ⁠https://t.me/joinchat/QFjDxu9fqR8uf3eR⁠  ⁠https://www.facebook.com/cronicalunar/?modal=admin_todo_tour⁠  ⁠Crónicas Lunares (@cronicaslunares.sun) • Fotos y videos de Instagram⁠  ⁠https://twitter.com/isun_g1⁠  ⁠https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy9lODVmOWY0L3BvZGNhc3QvcnNz⁠  ⁠https://open.spotify.com/show/4x2gFdKw3FeoaAORteQomp⁠  https://mx.ivoox.com/es/s_p2_759303_1.html⁠ https://tunein.com/user/gnivrinavi/favorites⁠ 

The Adventures of Chino & Homeoy: https://a.co/d/hOE3ECVMerch Store: https://chinohomeboy.bigcartel.com/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9yKmCI6seZWDWpq_oD2jCAFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/chinoandhomeboyTwitter: https://twitter.com/ChinoAndHomeboyInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/chinoandhomeboy/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@chinoandhomeboyProduced & AnimatedbySabino CruzChino & Homeboy CreatedbySabino Cruz & Phillip EzpeletaFont: "Luckiest Guy" Astigmatic One Eye Typographic InstituteCover Art: Alston NovakSong"Pirate Mutiny"byThe Sovereigns

We bring you a special Halloween edition of SKy's Wheel of Food! Normaly we will have her eat food that we think is normal and would eat any day. Well, this week we decided to get some spooky food that we don't even want to eat. Gefilte Fish was on the menu for this week's Sky's Wheel of FoodIt is a Free Comedy Friday so we were joined by our friend Mal Hall and talked about fatherhood, what Halloween is like at his house and his new special!The SOLD OUT Dia De Lost Deftones is happening tomorrow in San Diego and we were able to get some time with Chino Moreno, the lead singer of Deftones, and talk about the creation of the festival and a behind the scenes look at how everything is planned!

We bring you a special Halloween edition of SKy's Wheel of Food! Normaly we will have her eat food that we think is normal and would eat any day. Well, this week we decided to get some spooky food that we don't even want to eat. Gefilte Fish was on the menu for this week's Sky's Wheel of FoodIt is a Free Comedy Friday so we were joined by our friend Mal Hall and talked about fatherhood, what Halloween is like at his house and his new special!The SOLD OUT Dia De Lost Deftones is happening tomorrow in San Diego and we were able to get some time with Chino Moreno, the lead singer of Deftones, and talk about the creation of the festival and a behind the scenes look at how everything is planned!

     Slam The Gavel welcomes back Theo Chino from the state of Illinois. Theo was last on Season 5, Episodes 128, 143, 164, 187, 192, 204, 206, 217 and Season 6, Episodes 252 and 322. Today we discussed the monsters you can't run and hide from. The monsters that exist to parents and their children lurking behind every corridor in the family courts, that seek to suck parents dry of their children's college funds. Along with Guardian ad Litem's (third party parasites) and judges who twist a child's word and destroy parents. There are also the monster's people create by trusting others with information that will later be used against them whether it is real or made up.    Happy Halloween all!To Reach Theo Chino:  theo@alliedra.com and billingassetrecovery.comSupportshow(https://www.buymeacoffee.com/maryannpetri)Maryann Petri: dismantlingfamilycourtcorruption.comhttps://www.tiktok.com/@maryannpetriFacebook:  https://www.youtube.com/@slamthegavelpodcasthostmar5536Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/guitarpeace/Pinterest: Slam The Gavel Podcast/@guitarpeaceLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/maryann-petri-62a46b1ab/  YouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/@slamthegavelpodcasthostmar5536  Twitter https://x.com/PetriMaryannEzlegalsuit.com   https://ko-fi.com/maryannpetrihttps://www.zazzle.com/store/slam_the_gavel/about*DISCLAIMER* The use of this information is at the viewer/user's own risk. For information only and no affiliation with legislation, bills or laws. Not financial, medical nor legal advice as the content on this podcast does not constitute legal, financial, medical or any other professional advice. Viewer/user's should consult with the relevant professionals. Reproduction, distribution, performing, publicly displaying and making a derivative of the work is explicitly prohibited without permission from content creator. Podcast is protected by owner. The content creator maintains the exclusive right and any unauthorized copyright.Support the showSupportshow(https://www.buymeacoffee.com/maryannpetri)http://www.dismantlingfamilycourtcorruption.com/

Este ícono de tradición enfrenta riesgos comerciales y climáticos. Los agricultores de cempasúchil reportan pérdidas devastadoras por el clima y la invasión de semillas transgénicas, lo que pone  en riesgo la biodiversidad y la economía de miles de familias campesinas que aún cultivan el cempasúchil tradicional mexicano. Capítulos 00:19 - El problema 00:57 - Cap. 1. La amenaza climática 01:37 - Cap. 2. El cempasúchitl chino 02:36 - Cap. 3. La esperanza del cempasúchitl

La Sociedad Deportiva Logroñés recibe esta tarde (19:30) al Real Racing Club en la primera eliminatoria de la Copa del Rey. Los de José Alberto visitan Las Gaunas sin Salinas (lesionado), Mantilla (sancionado), Iñigo Vicente, Andrés Martín, Gustavo Puerta y Peio Canales. A cambio, se han colado en la lista los canteranos Samu Calera, Vallecillo, Izan Yurrieta y Chino.Este martes, 28 de octubre, Adrián Cantabrana, entrenador de la SD Logroñés, se ha pasado por los micrófonos de 'SER Deportivos Cantabria', de la Cadena SER, para charlar con Óscar García Mayo sobre la previa del partido copero.

¡Todo el mundo habla de las marcas chinas! Y pocos las conocen. Si te hablan de Audi, BMW, Mazda, Renault o Toyota, por citar solo algunas, más o menos, sabrías “de que van” y las conoces… ¿Y si te hablo de Aywais, BAIC, BYD, Jaecoo, Nio, Omoda o XPeng, por citar solo algunas? ¿Sabes algo de estás marcas? Es probable que no. Vamos a proporcionaros un mapa claro de este laberinto …para que no os perdáis. Este video lo hemos trabajado mucho todo el equipo… y es que para entender el fenómeno chino hay que olvidar ideas preconcebidas y hay que pensar en tres tipos de especies que conviven en un ecosistema feroz. Primero, los gigantes estatales como SAIC o Chery, mastodontes industriales que crecieron al amparo del gobierno y de sus alianzas con fabricantes occidentales. Segundo, los imperios privados como Geely o BYD, creados por empresarios visionarios, que son más ágiles y tienen una ambición global voraz. Y tercero y último, las startups tecnológicas como NIO o XPeng, nacidas en la era del software y con la vista puesta en destronar a Tesla. La estrategia del gobierno chino fue clara: dominar la tecnología de baterías mientras Europa debatía sobre plazos y normativas. El resultado es que han lanzado una ofensiva global con el coche eléctrico como punta de lanza. Su desembarco ya es una realidad: en España, su cuota de mercado en 2025 se acerca peligrosamente al 10 por ciento, casi el doble que en 2024 que fue del 4,2 por ciento... Ahora, conozcamos a algunos de los actores de esta historia con algunos ejemplos de sus productos con valoraciones. Y digo algunos… porque, a día de hoy, es casi imposible hacer un vídeo con todas las marcas chinas que existen. Creo que hemos hecho una buena selección con las más relevantes. CAPITULO 1: AIWAYS EL PIONERO CON DIFICULTADES. Aiways merece una mención por ser uno de los primeros en atreverse a desembarcar en Europa, allá por 2020. A pesar de tener un producto correcto, les ha faltado el músculo financiero y la capacidad de marketing para hacerse un hueco en el mercado. Abrieron el camino, pero corren el riesgo de ser arrollados por los gigantes que vienen detrás. CAPÍTULO 2: BAIC, EL GIGANTE A LA SOMBRA DE MERCEDES. BAIC es un coloso estatal, socio de Mercedes-Benz y Hyundai en China y uno de los mayores accionistas de la propia Mercedes. CAPÍTULO 3: BYD, EL GIGANTE DE LAS BATERÍAS. BYD siglas de "Build Your Dreams" infunde respeto Este gigante privado, que empezó fabricando baterías para móviles, es hoy el mayor productor de vehículos electrificados del mundo. CAPÍTULO 4. CHERY, EL EXPORTADOR REINVENTADO. Chery es un gigante estatal con un pasado complicado, manchado por acusaciones de copias de baja calidad. Pero han aprendido la lección. CAPÍTULO 5: GEELY GROUP, EL IMPERIO ESTRATÉGICO. Geely no es una marca. Ni tampoco una empresa… es un imperio. Este conglomerado privado, dirigido por el brillante estratega Li Shufu. Son dueños de Volvo, Polestar y Lotus, y socios al 50 por ciento de Mercedes-Benz en Smart. Esta jugada les da acceso a muy buena ingeniería y diseño, que luego aplican a sus propias marcas globales. CAPÍTULO 6: GREAT WALL MOTOR, EL ESPECIALISTA EN SUVs. GWM es otro gran fabricante privado, históricamente especializado en SUVs y pick-ups. Su ofensiva se basa en dos pilares. Por un lado, Ora, con coches eléctricos de diseño neoretro muy llamativos y por otro, Wey, su marca premium enfocada en híbridos enchufables de gran lujo. CAPÍTULO 7: NIO & XPENG, VANGUARDIA TECNOLÓGICA. Estas dos startups representan la cara más tecnológica de China. Para muchos son los coches chinos 2.0. No compiten por precio, sino por innovación y por ser la "alternativa a Tesla". CAPÍTULO 8: SAIC MOTOR Y EL FENÓMENO MG. SAIC es el mayor fabricante estatal de China, socio histórico de Volkswagen y General Motors. Compró los restos de la mítica marca británica MG. CAPÍTULO 9. XIAOMI, DE LA ELECTRÓNICA DE CONSUMO... … a los coches. Gigantes de la tecnología como Google o Apple han tenido malas experiencias intentando hacer coches. Pero en China, Xiaomi ha empezado con éxito. CAPÍTULO 10: LEAPMOTOR, SOCIO DE ESTELLANTIS. Stellantis adquirió en 2023 el 20 por ciento de la joven marca china.

The Adventures of Chino & Homeoy: https://a.co/d/hOE3ECVMerch Store: https://chinohomeboy.bigcartel.com/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9yKmCI6seZWDWpq_oD2jCAFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/chinoandhomeboyTwitter: https://twitter.com/ChinoAndHomeboyInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/chinoandhomeboy/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@chinoandhomeboyProduced & AnimatedbySabino CruzChino & Homeboy CreatedbySabino Cruz & Phillip EzpeletaFont: "Luckiest Guy" Astigmatic One Eye Typographic InstituteCover Art: Alston NovakSong"Pirate Mutiny"byThe Sovereigns

Agentes federales de ICE regresan a La Villita en Chicago por segundo día consecutivo.Enfrentamiento por operativo de ICE en Arizona.DHS responde a muertes de migrantes contratando personal médico.México extradita a EE.UU. al capo Chino del fentanilo Brother Wang.Avión de Alaska Airlines realiza aterrizaje de emergencia en Los Ángeles.Escándalo de apuestas ilegales sacude a la NBA.Anuncian cambios en el programa "Snap" a partir del 1 de noviembre.La tormenta Tropical Melissa amenaza con convertirse en un huracán categoría 4.Escucha de lunes a viernes el ‘Noticiero Univision Edición Nocturna' con Elián Zidán.  

L4 del Mexibús sumó 20 unidades eléctricas de 18 metros Se rehabilitará el drenaje en la Venustiano Carranza: BrugadaMéxico entrega a EU al chino ‘Brother Wang', ligado al tráfico de fentanilo  Más información en nuestro podcast

* Cuba detiene a narco chino que se fugó en Ciudad de México.* Otra crisis en el norte de Veracruz: se derrama petróleo en el río Pantepec.* No, el SAT no te va a quitar la mitad del aguinaldo.

   Slam the Gavel welcomes back Theo Chino to the podcast. Theo Chino was last on Season 5, Episodes 128, 143, 164, 187, 192, 204, 206, 217 and 252.    We discussed why the general public is so concerned over a professional football player hurting their big toe than why taxpayers are unaware they are paying a new "tax." It is for the success of other peoples children/parents and their habits: participating in family court system. "Making the best of family court," getting through it along with self care was also part of the discussion.     Theo talked about how billing asset recovery will help so many parents try to regain what financial losses that were extracted out of them during family court by their family law attorneys. To Reach Theo Chino:  theo@alliedra.com and billingassetrecovery.comSupportshow(https://www.buymeacoffee.com/maryannpetri)Maryann Petri: dismantlingfamilycourtcorruption.comhttps://www.tiktok.com/@maryannpetriFacebook:  https://www.youtube.com/@slamthegavelpodcasthostmar5536Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/guitarpeace/Pinterest: Slam The Gavel Podcast/@guitarpeaceLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/maryann-petri-62a46b1ab/  YouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/@slamthegavelpodcasthostmar5536  Twitter https://x.com/PetriMaryannEzlegalsuit.com   https://ko-fi.com/maryannpetrihttps://www.zazzle.com/store/slam_the_gavel/about*DISCLAIMER* The use of this information is at the viewer/user's own risk. For information only and no affiliation with legislation, bills or laws. Not financial, medical nor legal advice as the content on this podcast does not constitute legal, financial, medical or any other professional advice. Viewer/user's should consult with the relevant professionals. Reproduction, distribution, performing, publicly displaying and making a derivative of the work is explicitly prohibited without permission from content creator. Podcast is protected by owner. The content creator maintains the exclusive right and any unauthorized copyright.Support the showSupportshow(https://www.buymeacoffee.com/maryannpetri)http://www.dismantlingfamilycourtcorruption.com/

Las autoridades cubanas informaron que lograron recapturar a Zhi Dong Zhang, el capo chino de fentanilo acusado de lavado de dinero y tráfico de drogas. Además, Omar García Harfuch informó sobre la detención de una persona relacionada al asesinato de Bernardo Bravo Manríquez.El recién designado presidente interino, José Jerí, declaró el estado de emergencia en Lima y el puerto del Callao, según dijo para enfrentar la ola de violencia desmesurada que se vive por parte del crimen organizado en el país.Además… Ya van 78 muertos por las lluvias en el país; El número de fallecidos por la explosión de la pipa en Iztapalapa llegó a 32; Estados Unidos atacó a una embarcación en el Pacífico; Estados Unidos anunció sanciones contra dos grandes petroleras rusas; La presidenta del Museo del Louvre reconoció fallas graves en la seguridad del museo; La NFL respaldó a Bad Bunny previo a su Show de medio tiempo en el Super Bowl. Y para #ElVasoMedioLleno… Un rebaño de ovejas y cabras está encargado de podar una estación de esquí en Vermont y ayudar a la naturaleza en el proceso. Para enterarte de más noticias como estas, síguenos en redes sociales. Estamos en todas las plataformas como @telokwento. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Fue un dominico español y pionero sinólogo, viajó a Filipinas en 1588 y aprendió chino rápidamente. Entre sus logros, tradujo al español el Mingxin Baojian como Espejo rico del claro corazón, convirtiéndola en la primera obra clásica china vertida a lengua europea. También creó el Shilu (1593), catecismo impreso en chino con contenido científico y teológico. Su labor marcó un hito en la comunicación cultural entre Europa y Oriente y anticipó el estudio formal del idioma chino por misioneros posteriores. Y descubre más historias curiosas en el canal National Geographic y en Disney +. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Las autoridades de EE.UU. y México consideran que Zhi Dong Zhang lidera una organización criminal cuyas actividades se extienden por decenas de países.

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En las creaciones de Arsenio Rodríguez el fuerte caudal afro heredado por línea directa de sus ancestros congos. Ciego desde muy pequeño, orígen humildísimo, la música fue su refugio, reflejando en ella todos aquellos cantos, rituales y toques que acompañaron su niñez y adolescencia. Con su tres, a fuerza de talento y perseverancia, logró imponerse en el difícil y competitivo ambiente de la música popular de los años 30. Al frente de su agrupación, durante la llamada "era de los conjuntos soneros", estableció uno de los patrones estilísticos más notables de ese formato dejando honda huella en el caudal musical de Cuba y el mundo. Con algunos clásicos de Arsenio Rodríguez, registrados durante la década del 40 en La Habana para la etiqueta norteamericana RCA Víctor, hacemos memoria. Y del toque recio del conjunto sonero pasamos a la grandiosa sonoridad de los jazz bands cubanos. El formato orquestal que con fuerza inusitada llegó a los salones y parques de diversiones de la isla a comienzos de los años 20 desde los Estados Unidos, trajo consigo géneros como el one step, el two step y el fox trot. Aunque muy pronto pasó a ser fuerte competencia para orquestas danzoneras y agrupaciones de sones ya, para la década siguiente, mostraba una notable "cubanización" incluyendo en sus partituras sones, guarachas, congas, montunos y boleros, entre otros tantos géneros del espectro rítmico cubano. Buen pretexto para volver a una de las jazz bands más notables de finales de los años 30. Fundada en 1937 la Orquesta "Casino de la Playa" efectuó muy pronto para la etiqueta Víctor, sus primeras grabaciones. El clásico danzón "Almendra" de Abelardito Valdés, nos permitirá iniciar este segmento con algunos de aquellos registros históricos. Aunque su cantante estrella fue Miguelito Valdés, durante los años 40 y 50 la "Casino de la Playa" le brindó acompañamiento a muchos otros vocalistas. Entre ellos el trompetista Walfredo de los Reyes, Antonio Cheché de la Cruz, Orlando Guerra "Cascarita" y Carlos Díaz. En la localidad villareña de Calabazar de Sagua, el 26 de septiembre de 1903, vio la luz Chanito Isidrón. Desde muy pequeño, como la inmensa mayoría de sus contemporáneos entregados al arte de la décima y el repentismo, fue puliendo su talento natural en fiestas familiares y en las típicas canturias. En pleno auge y esplendor la radio independiente, compartiendo micrófono junto a figuras de los años 40 como Clavelito, La Calandria, o el Indio Naborí, entre otros, su ingenio y fino humor le permitieron ganarse el reconocimiento popular como uno de los grandes cultivadores de un género que caló hondo en el campesinado cubano. Dos piezas de Chanito Isidrón grabadas durante su estancia en Puerto Rico. En su voz con las guitarras de Miguel Ojeda: "La mujer y el radio" y "Una cita en el bohío". Su presencia en la discografia cubana la descubrimos repartida en décimas, guarachas, puntos cubanos, o en simpáticas piezas como la titulada "Chino no son bobo" grabada para la etiqueta "Puchito" por Zoila Gómez y Aníbal de Mar con el respaldo de un conjunto típico campesino. Buen recuerdo para el también llamado "Rey del Punto Cubano". Chanito Isidrón falleció en La Habana en 23 de febrero de 1987. En los minutos finales la sonoridad más contemporánea de los jazz bands cubanos. Un lujo regresar siempre a la innovadora obra del gran Emiliano Salvador, retomada en un excelente trabajo discográfico producido en el 2000 bajo la conducción del maestro Juan Manuel Ceruto. AfroCuban Jazz con la "Puerto Padre Big Band" devolviéndonos auténticos clásicos como "En una volanta actual", "Angelica" y "Puerto Padre". Al piano un juvenil Tony Pérez.

Las expulsiones de los generales, tanto del Partido como del ejército, incluyen al segundo oficial militar de mayor rango de China.

Kidd Bandit returns to the podcast to chat with Stan, Chino, and Emile about what wrestling at Dexcon: Sari-Sari Slam means to her, the latest chapter in her ongoing journey through pro wrestling, living and training in Japan, and everything else she's done since we first had her on in 2022. Strap in for another fun conversation, Outcasts!Follow us on social media:@wrestling2xpod on Twitter and TikTok@_StanSy@roiswar@chinosupersized@eml_meisterPromo codes and affiliate links: http://linktr.ee/wrestlingwrestlingpodcast***DISCLAIMER: The views and opinions expressed by the podcast creators, hosts, and guests do not necessarily reflect the official policy and position of The Pod Network. Any content provided by the people on the podcast are of their own opinion, and are not intended to malign any religion, ethnic group, club, organization, company, individual, or anyone or anything. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Dr. Monty Pal and Dr. Fumiko Chino discuss several of the top abstracts presented at the 2025 ASCO Quality Care Symposium, including research on federally funded clinical trials and financial reimbursement for trial participation. TRANSCRIPT Dr. Monty Pal: Hello, and welcome to the ASCO Daily News Podcast. I am your host, Dr. Monty Pal. I am a medical oncologist, professor, and vice chair of academic affairs at the City of Hope Comprehensive Cancer Center in Los Angeles. Today, we are highlighting key abstracts that were presented at the 2025 ASCO Quality Care Symposium. I am delighted to be joined today by the chair of this year's meeting, Dr. Fumiko Chino. Dr. Chino is an associate professor in radiation oncology at MD Anderson Cancer Center with a research focus on access, affordability, and equity. She is also a consultant editor of JCO Oncology Practice and the host of the Put into Practice podcast. I have got to listen to that.  Dr. Chino, welcome, and thanks so much for being on the podcast today. Dr. Fumiko Chino: I am overjoyed to be here, and absolutely, you should take a listen. Dr. Monty Pal: Definitely. And FYI for listeners, our full disclosures are all available in the transcript of this episode, so do have a look if you are inclined. Now, we have really seen some fantastic advances in health services and quality and supportive care, digital health, and beyond. There are some great abstracts that were presented at this year's meeting. I have actually picked a couple that I am particularly interested in and that I believe you share my interest in as well.  So, the first is an abstract actually from my friends at SWOG (Abstract 94). So, this was a terrific abstract from Joe Unger and Michael LeBlanc and Dawn Hershman. And this, I think, really hits on a very, very key issue right now, which is the benefit of federally funded trials. Do you mind just kind of spelling out some of the observations from what I think is a really brilliant piece of work? Dr. Fumiko Chino: Absolutely, and I think Dr. Unger's work is really important for our current funding environment. I think that this research is really essential to do to show the role of federal sponsorship in the design and conduct of clinical trials. Because what they did was really look at a landscape analysis over the last 20 years looking at funding and were able to show quite clearly that federal funding really matters for advancing the science in cancer care. So what they showed was that the federal funding was more commonly essential for early-stage clinical trials, so those phase 1, phase 2 trials that really help advance the science. And that federal funding was really essential for multimodality drug combinations, combinations with drug and surgery, combinations with drug and radiation. Those trials were much more likely to be federal funded. And then the last thing is that they showed that the patients that are, I think, the largest at risk for gaps in care who really need the advancements in science that keep U.S. health care amazing and wonderful and world-leading, so the kids, the pediatric patients, the patients with rare cancers, and the patients actually that could benefit from de-escalation or right-sizing of treatment, they were also all more likely to have federal funding. So I think this research that was presented really shows that if, unfortunately, current status of restricted federal funding continues, that we are going to lose out in terms of the next generation of cancer cures, cancer de-escalations, and the type of combination treatments that make advancements in science. Dr. Monty Pal: Indeed. You know, I always point to Joe Unger's paper, and I think it is in JAMA Oncology, right, that showed life-years gained from NCI trials. It is such an important piece of work. I think this is a really nice complement to that, isn't it, to show the specific areas that otherwise would be, am I right in saying, kind of largely untouched? Dr. Fumiko Chino: I think you are right in that what we know from what industry will sponsor versus what the federal government will sponsor, that the federal government really helps make up the gap to really make those advancements that save lives, that lead to more birthdays, that advance our knowledge and our capacity for providing more cures and more successful futures for our patients. I always like pointing to the de-escalation research, which is, and this is not to dig pharma, but no pharmaceutical company is going to run a trial that says you can give less of their drug, right? It just does not make sense for the business end of the science. And so, thinking about how to right-size treatments, how to do more with less, that really is the purview of the federal government. Dr. Monty Pal: Absolutely. Absolutely.  I am going to shift gears here and bring up another abstract that I found to be quite intriguing, and this relates to reimbursement of expenses, et cetera, for clinical trials. This is an abstract from Courtney Williams and team. It brings to mind the importance, I think, of recognizing the hardships that patients take on by clinical trials, but I also would love for you to comment on that sort of fine line between reimbursement for expenses and then, you know, sort of undue enticement. It is a challenging balance there. But give me your reflections on this abstract. Dr. Fumiko Chino: Absolutely. You are speaking about Dr. Williams' Abstract 93 from the Alabama group, and Alabama actually has this incredible group of health services researchers which is, are doing really important work in this space. What this trial shows is that, you know, it is a small pilot study, it is 30-something patients that received some support primarily for their travel and additional expenses related to their clinical trial participation for breast cancer. It showed that the money helps, and I think what we all know is that it is expensive to participate in clinical trials. It requires additional visits. It often requires some significant travel burden for our patients, and I do not feel that money reimbursement for clinical trial expenses is an inducement. Nobody participates in a clinical trial to get the money for their gas, right? We know that our patients are making some pretty significant sacrifices in order to participate in clinical trials, and what this type of program does is just actually reimburse them for their outlaying of funds.  And I loved this trial because the patients were actually given $1,000 a month for the first 4 months of their trial participation, and what the study showed is that the patients were using it for things like travel-related food, for things like transportation, caregiver expenses, or even some of their out-of-pocket medical expenses like cost sharing or prescriptions. And that they said that overall, the reimbursement really made a difference in terms of their capacity for staying on the clinical trial. Because we know our clinical trials really are not able to enroll the full diversity of patients that often have a disease, and that the patients that are at biggest risk for a health care disparity or a gap in care are also the least likely to enroll in a clinical trial.  Programs like this are an essential part of showing how financial toxicity can be overcome with pretty straightforward assistance to patients to help reimburse them for the things that they are already taking out of their pocket, for parking costs, for that $10 soup that they buy at the cancer center, for those additional expenses that we are, unfortunately, putting on them. Dr. Monty Pal: Very well said. And you know, I have started to dabble in clinical trials looking at CAR T-cell therapies for kidney cancer, and I have to tell you, it is just insane the amount of cost that a patient would have to take on to comply with the stipulations for some of these novel therapies. We require that they stay within 30 minutes of the facility for 28 days, and unless we are compensating for some of that, I mean, how can one afford a hotel stay that is that long? I mean, it is just, it is unprecedented, and it would certainly provide a huge barrier to many patients who would otherwise enroll. Really well said. I also wanted to bring up another financially driven topic, and treating renal cell, again, I would say the vast majority, 90% plus of my patients in clinic are on oral drug therapies. And I cannot tell you how often a patient will show up in my practice and say, "Doc, I have got 15 days out of this 30-day prescription left. What do I do with it?" You know, or some come with pill bottles from a deceased loved one. And it is so frustrating to say, "Take it to the pharmacy and they will just get rid of it for you." But sounds like there is an abstract from Dr. Mackler, Abstract 102, that seems to address this topic quite well. Am I right? Dr. Fumiko Chino: Absolutely. This presentation, I was the most excited about seeing because this group, which helps run a cancer drug repository, theirs is called YesRx, presented their data from the last approximately two years of running this repository, and they were able to show incredible benefit for their patients in Michigan. And it is a really straightforward program. It is run by pharmacists. It has support from the legislation in Michigan. And what they were able to show is that they repurposed medications that would otherwise have been discarded. They delivered them directly to the oncologist, which then actually dispersed them to the patients. They helped 1,000 patients in less than two years. They saved them millions of dollars, over $15 million presented in the abstract. And it is just a win-win-win because I know that patients actually, and sometimes patient caregivers, they feel very sad to have spent a lot of money out of pocket for their medication, and then if they have a dose reduction or, obviously, you know, if the surviving spouse then has to get rid of their medication, just dispose of them, it is very disheartening. And this is a way of kind of reclaiming power for patients. So they were able to accept donations from all over the state of Michigan and then also help over 1,000 patients. And so, it is a phenomenal program. Dr. Monty Pal: Just wild when I came across the dollar amounts, right, that they were saving. It just, it seems like a place that, you know, we just have to look, as cancer centers, right, and really take this on. Just brilliant. On that same theme of cost savings and so forth, you know, I think there has been a lot of focus on what recent policies have done in the context of us having access to therapies and so forth. And one of the topics that has come up is the Inflation Reduction Act and how changes pertaining to the IRA have really played a role in one's ability to take on some of these expensive prescriptions. And I believe John Lin and colleagues tackled that issue in Abstract 97. Could you comment on that, Fumiko? Dr. Fumiko Chino: Absolutely. Dr. Lin is one of my colleagues here at MD Anderson, so I know him very well, and he has been doing really phenomenal work over the last several years with looking at drug affordability and access. And what his analysis shows is that for patients, after the Inflation Reduction Act's cap on out-of-pocket expenses, is that it really did show that out-of-pocket expenses decreased. So what the Inflation Reduction Act did is that it eliminated the 5% co-insurance and placed this $2,000 cap on out-of-pocket expenses. And what that led to for these patients that were not able to have the low-income subsidy is that there were lower costs, and that there was a lower rate of drug abandonment, meaning that the prescription was not refilled. There was also a lower rate of unfilled prescriptions as well. And I think that it shows that health policy really can improve access to care. I think the flip side of the fact that the IRA, this policy, really did seem to help people is that what his research showed is that actually, even with the benefits of this cap, is that actually it is still really high in terms of the rate of people who are not able to fill their prescriptions or that completely abandon them over time. And that unfortunately, even with this change, that over half of people without the low-income subsidy were potentially not getting the full benefit of their medications because they were not able to afford them. And so I think it really kind of highlights that we still need to do more work about making drugs affordable. Dr. Monty Pal: Indeed, indeed. And I mean, in a setting like this, I mean, I think it is important to recognize that $2,000 is a lot, it is a big chunk of change, right, for a lot of families in the U.S. What do you think of the prospect of, like, decreasing that cap? Is that something that from a policy standpoint you would be supportive of? Dr. Fumiko Chino: Well, so something that is a real option for patients on Medicare is there is something called the Medicare Prescription Payment Plan, and what it allows you to do is actually prorate the $2,000 over the whole year. And so instead of having to pay $2,000 as soon as you fill your prescription, because you are going to have, if you have an expensive medication, it is essentially you have to pay the $2,000 in January, right? It allows you to prorate it, so essentially $170 a month, and that comes to you as like a regular bill. And I think that as rolled out as part of the IRA is a really lovely way of thinking about how do we make these payments more stable over time, so it is not a huge hit sort of at the beginning of the year. And I think that alone actually can make a difference in terms of trying to help make sure that people can actually get their medications. Dr. Monty Pal: That is an excellent tip. Excellent tip.  We are going to shift gears entirely. We have been talking a lot about the dollars and cents of things and talk about an abstract from Sophia Smith and colleagues. So this is Abstract 550 at your meeting. And this hinged on a program of sorts to deal with post-traumatic stress disorder. We do not often think about PTSD in the vernacular for oncology patients, but indeed, I mean, it is something that they must face, especially in the context of long-term survivorship. Can you talk a little bit about Dr. Smith's abstract? Dr. Fumiko Chino: Absolutely. I love this work from Dr. Smith, who is at Duke. She worked with Dr. Applebaum, who was my old colleague at Memorial Sloan Kettering. And this group of researchers really is trying to figure out how to best support people into survivorship so that they can actually thrive. And their patient population for this work was actually people who received stem cell transplant, and they focused on people who had PTSD symptoms. And what they were able to show through this SMART design, which is essentially this serial, multiple randomized trial, so everyone got randomized upfront to either usual care or this app, so this digital app that actually helped coach people through cancer distress. And then for the people who were non-responders, they were then additionally randomized to either the app plus coaching or a therapist versus the cognitive behavioral therapy or CBT.  And what they were able to show is that, number one, anyone who had the app seemed like they did better than those who did not start the path with the app. But then the additional help of either the therapist or the coach or the CBT made additional benefit over time. And so, I think this shows a really nice stepped care, which is you can potentially have some right-sizing of treatments cost saving, if we sort of give everyone the app, which is, I think, overall pretty low cost. And that for the people who do not get the full benefit from the app, then you can think about these maybe more tailored approaches, the therapist, the coach, the CBT, but that some people actually just respond to the app. And I think it allows us to, again, right-size the care for our patients. And I think it is really innovative to think about how technology can help improve access to care in the setting of something like PTSD. Dr. Monty Pal: Brilliant summary. Brilliant summary.  Gosh, it looks like such an exciting meeting this year. Congratulations on a terrific program for the ASCO Quality Care Symposium. I know you played a huge role in developing it, and thanks for sharing your insights on the ASCO Daily News Podcast. Dr. Fumiko Chino: No, I really appreciate you having me. ASCO Quality is my favorite meeting of the year. You know, it is really a phenomenal meeting, and I am so excited for next year in Boston in 2026. Dr. Monty Pal: Awesome. And thanks to our listeners too. You are going to find links to all the abstracts that we discussed today in the transcript of this episode. Finally, if you value the insights that you heard today on the ASCO Daily News Podcast, please rate, review, and subscribe wherever you get your podcasts. 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More on today's speakers: Dr. Sumanta (Monty) Pal  @montypal Dr. Fumiko Chino @fumikochino Follow ASCO on social media: @ASCO on Twitter ASCO on Bluesky ASCO on Facebook ASCO on LinkedIn Disclosures of Potential Conflicts of Interest: Dr. Monty Pal:     Speakers' Bureau: MJH Life Sciences, IntrisiQ, Peerview Research Funding (Inst.): Exelixis, Merck, Osel, Genentech, Crispr Therapeutics, Adicet Bio, ArsenalBio, Xencor, Miyarsian Pharmaceutical Travel, Accommodations, Expenses: Crispr Therapeutics, Ipsen, Exelixis Dr. Fumiko Chino:  Consulting or Advisory Role: Institute for Value Based Medicine Research Funding: Merck

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141 Jade chino del neolítico – Historia del arte con KenzaUn episodio dedicado al elegante arte chino del jade durante el neolítico (7000-2000 a.C.)Historia del arte con Kenza - Obras que encienden el asombro. Una serie sobre el arte a través de la historia y las culturas. Se presentarán obras que trascienden el tiempo por su belleza y por lo que nos cuenta. Nos puede seguir en la pagina historia del arte con kenza en substack : https://historiadelarteconkenza.substack.com para descubrir las obras del podcast y muchas más. Para mayor información sobre los cursos en línea favor de escribir a arte.kenza@gmail.com Producido por @RojoVenado #historiadelarte #historiadelarteconkenza #podcastdearte #podcastenespañol #HistoriaDelArte #ArteClásico #ArteVisual #ArteCultural #HistoriaYArte #MuseosDelMundo #GrandesArtistas #ArquitecturaHistórica #MovimientosArtísticos #PinturaClásica #EsculturA #HistoriaDeLaPintura #ArteYCultura #CuriosidadesDelArte #ArtistasFamosos #ObraMaestra #CulturaVisual Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Trabajos en los que nunca imaginaste terminar. Misterios del mundo laboral ECDQEMSD podcast episodio 6149 Tester de Videojuegos Conducen: El Pirata y El Sr. Lagartija https://canaltrans.com Noticias del Mundo: Conversaciones de paz en Egipto - Desplazados en Haití - Piedras a Noboa - Política argentina - error en Tamaulipas - Imágenes de Marte - Trump a El Cairo - Gene Simmons al Hospital - Lugares con olas grandes Historias Desintegradas: Estudié comunicación - Chamba ideal - Cómo se consiguen esos trabajos - Deseos de toda una generación – El amigo de un amigo - Recomendaciones - Nivel de inglés - Tomadas y acentos - El paisa de exportación - Familia sorda - El alto, el gordo y la coneja - Lenguaje de señas regiomontano - Chino simplificado - Día europeo del arte rupestre - Las cuevas de Altamira - Santillana del Mar, Cantabria - Fiesta en Uganda y más... En Caso De Que El Mundo Se Desintegre - Podcast no tiene publicidad, sponsors ni organizaciones que aporten para mantenerlo al aire. Solo el sistema cooperativo de los que aportan a través de las suscripciones hacen posible que todo esto siga siendo una realidad. Gracias Dragones Dorados!! NO AI: ECDQEMSD Podcast no utiliza ninguna inteligencia artificial de manera directa para su realización. Diseño, guionado, música, edición y voces son de  nuestra completa intervención humana.

The march to 500 continues on the Roach Koach Podcast, as this week we check back in with nu-metal fence sitters Deftones and their somewhat divisive 2016 album, Gore. Topics discussed this episode include:-The Deftones moment-Lorin's old blog-Stef is psycho?-Chino always napping?-Captain420MD-Beatles math-“Let Frank blorp”-20 piece songs-Mystery guest-Top 1 from every album-And Canon Talk, where Lorin and Matt decide if Deftones deserve another spot in the Nu-Metal Canon. Take a listen!The Crack, the Butt Rock Bracket is here on the Roach Koach Patreon! Subscribe today! Rate and review Roach Koach on iTunes and Spotify! We'd appreciate it! Questions about the show? Have album recommendations? Just want to say hi? We'd love to hear from you! Contact the show @RoachKoach on Twitter, Roach Koach on Facebook , Roach Koach on Instagram, or send an email to RoachKoachPodcast at Gmail. Follow the show on Youtube and TikTok! Find every episode of Roach Koach and order your Roach Koach T-shirt at Roach Koach dot com.

Un miembro del canal me dijo: “Tanto hablar de Saab y se os olvida Volvo” ¡Y tenía toda la razón! Si a una persona, aficionada o no, le pronuncias “Volvo”, piensan en Suecia, en seguridad y, probablemente, en un coche familiar cuadrado y robusto. Esta es la historia de una marca que convirtió la seguridad en su religión pero también fabricó coupés deportivos y que acabó teniendo los ojos rasgados… ¿se puede hablar de “final feliz”? La historia de muchas marcas comienza en un taller de coches, pero la de Volvo no. En Gotemburgo, Suecia, esta erradicada la empresa SKF era uno de los mayores fabricantes del mundo de rodamientos. Y dos de sus empleados, el economista Assar Gabrielsson y el ingeniero Gustaf Larson, compartían una pasión: los automóviles. La leyenda cuenta que sellaron su acuerdo en una cena en agosto de 1924, en el restaurante Sturehof de Estocolmo, comiendo cigalas. El 14 de abril de 1927, el primer Volvo salió de la fábrica. Era el ÖV 4, apodado "Jakob", un descapotable con un motor de 4 cilindros y 28 CV. Como en toda buena historia, el debut tuvo un problemilla. Hablar de Volvo es hablar de seguridad con propuestas concretos. Otras marcas en los años 40 y 50 se centraban en la potencia las prestaciones, pero Volvo ya pensaba en cómo sobrevivir a un accidente. En 1944, su modelo PV444 ya introdujo una jaula de seguridad y el parabrisas de vidrio laminado. En los 50, experimentaron con salpicaderos acolchados. Pero el momento que cambió todo el mundo del automóvil, llegó en 1959. Volvo contrató al ingeniero Nils Bohlin, que antes había diseñado asientos eyectables para aviones de combate en Saab. Sabía cómo mantener a un humano atado y a salvo. En menos de un año, Bohlin desarrolló y patentó el cinturón de seguridad de tres puntos de anclaje. Y aquí es donde Volvo hizo algo impensable. Tenían la patente de uno de los mayores inventos en la historia del automóvil. Podrían haber intentados cubrirse de oro, pero no, la liberaron. Dejaron que cualquier fabricante del mundo la usara, gratis. Entendieron que era un avance demasiado importante para la vida humana como para guardárselo. ¿Y las carreras? En los 80, Volvo cogió su sedán 240, con la aerodinámica de una nevera, le metió un turbo descomunal y lo apodó "El Ladrillo Volador". Ganó el Campeonato Europeo de Turismos en 1985, humillando a BMW y Jaguar. Pero la locura definitiva llegó en 1994, en el Campeonato Británico de Turismos. A finales del siglo XX, los fabricantes independientes como Volvo lo tenían difícil. Tras un intento de fusión fallido con Renault, Volvo acabó buscando un socio más grande. En 1999, Ford compró la división de coches de Volvo por 6.450 millones de dólares. Volvo pasó a formar parte del Premier Automotive Group de Ford, junto a Jaguar, Land Rover y Aston Martin… Desde donde nadie lo esperaba, llegó una oferta. Venía de China. De un fabricante relativamente desconocido llamado Geely. El pánico se apoderó de Suecia. ¿Una empresa china comprando el símbolo de la ingeniería sueca? Muchos vaticinaron el fin de Volvo, como ya había sucedido con Saab, pensando que robarían su tecnología y la calidad caería en picado. Pero el fundador de Geely, Li Shufu, era un admirador profundo de Volvo. En 2010, la venta se completó por 1.800 millones de dólares. Y Li Shufu cumplió su palabra. Geely hizo lo más inteligente que podía hacer: puso una cantidad ingente de dinero sobre la mesa y se apartó. Le dieron a Volvo la financiación y la independencia casi total para investigar y desarrollar. Liberaron al tigre. El resultado fue el renacimiento de Volvo. Con la inversión china, los ingenieros suecos desarrollaron desde cero dos nuevas plataformas modulares, SPA y CMA. Contrataron a un nuevo jefe de diseño, Thomas Ingenlath, que revolucionó la estética de la marca con señas de identidad como los faros en forma de "Martillo de Thor". El primer fruto de esta nueva era, el XC90 de 2015, fue una declaración de intenciones: lujoso, tecnológico, minimalista y, por supuesto, el coche más seguro del mundo. Fue un éxito rotundo y marcó el camino para una gama que ha devuelto a Volvo a lo más alto del segmento premium, reforzando su identidad sueca y apostando ahora por la electrificación total con su submarca Polestar.

The Adventures of Chino & Homeoy: https://a.co/d/hOE3ECVMerch Store: https://chinohomeboy.bigcartel.com/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9yKmCI6seZWDWpq_oD2jCAFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/chinoandhomeboyTwitter: https://twitter.com/ChinoAndHomeboyInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/chinoandhomeboy/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@chinoandhomeboyProduced & AnimatedbySabino CruzChino & Homeboy CreatedbySabino Cruz & Phillip EzpeletaFont: "Luckiest Guy" Astigmatic One Eye Typographic InstituteCover Art: Alston NovakSong"Pirate Mutiny"byThe Sovereigns

Dive into the latest episode of UnderDeep with Chino. Episode 109 marks the end of an unforgettable summer as we transition into a new season. Throughout the past few months, we've connected with so many souls and shared some truly amazing vibes. This mix is a reflection of that journey—packed with the finest soulful, deep, and Afro house tunes that have shaped our summer. Expect new heat, stirring vocals, and those exclusive Chino touches that make UnderDeep truly unique. Settle in and let this episode carry you into autumn with grooves and warmth that linger long after the last beat. www.vinylvandals.co.uk Vv&Out Artwork by Toyan - www.toyancreativestudios.com

En 'El Foco',  Alberto Herrera ha dado todas las claves en 'Herrera en COPE' del revolucionario invento desarrollado en China: un pegamento para huesos que permite unir fracturas en solo tres minutos. Este avance, inspirado en la naturaleza, podría cambiar para siempre el tratamiento de las lesiones óseas, eliminando la necesidad de cirugías invasivas con placas y tornillos o largos periodos de inmovilización con escayola.El descubrimiento surgió cuando un investigador chino se preguntó por la extraordinaria capacidad de las ostras para adherirse a las rocas bajo el agua. Según ha explicado Alberto Herrera, el secreto reside en unas proteínas adhesivas naturales que funcionan en ambientes húmedos, son biocompatibles, elásticas y muy resistentes. A partir de esta observación, un equipo de científicos logró crear en el laboratorio un adhesivo que imita estas propiedades y que, además, es biodegradable, lo que significa que el propio cuerpo lo reabsorbe a medida ...

Seguramente te haz cobrado algo por cuenta propia, un favor, una deuda o alguna cosa que hiciste por alguien y que ni las gracias te dio... y cuando pudiste cobrar ¡ZAZ! presta pa' la orquesta. Mantente al día con los últimos de 'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo'. ¡Suscríbete para no perderte ningún episodio!Ayúdanos a crecer dejándonos un review ¡Tu opinión es muy importante para nosotros!¿Conoces a alguien que amaría este episodio? ¡Compárteselo por WhatsApp, por texto, por Facebook, y ayúdanos a correr la voz!Escúchanos en Uforia App, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, y el canal de YouTube de Uforia Podcasts, o donde sea que escuchas tus podcasts.'El Bueno, la Mala y el Feo' es un podcast de Uforia Podcasts, la plataforma de audio de TelevisaUnivision.

The Adventures of Chino & Homeoy: https://a.co/d/hOE3ECVMerch Store: https://chinohomeboy.bigcartel.com/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9yKmCI6seZWDWpq_oD2jCAFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/chinoandhomeboyTwitter: https://twitter.com/ChinoAndHomeboyInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/chinoandhomeboy/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@chinoandhomeboyProduced & AnimatedbySabino CruzChino & Homeboy CreatedbySabino Cruz & Phillip EzpeletaFont: "Luckiest Guy" Astigmatic One Eye Typographic InstituteCover Art: Alston NovakSong"Pirate Mutiny"byThe Sovereigns

Madre de mexicano herido en tiroteo en centro de ICE pide que la dejen entrar a EEUU y ver a su hijo.Cuatro días de protestas afuera del centro de detención de ICE en Broadview, Illinois.Redadas de ICE en Inland Empire dejan al menos ocho jornaleros detenidos en Pomona y Chino.Trump pide a la Corte Suprema decidir si es legal su plan para limitar el derecho a la ciudadanía por nacimiento.Ex narcotraficantes en libertad podrían ser deportados.Detienen a modelo por asesinatos de artistas colombianos.Endurecen requisitos para camioneros no ciudadanos que buscan licencias comerciales.Escucha de lunes a viernes el ‘Noticiero Univision Edición Nocturna' con Elián Zidán. 

Hoy desde el Festival de San Sebastián. Empezamos con Irati Gorostidi, directora de Aro Berria de la sección New Directors. Recorremos después, con Pablo de María, las películas chinas que han participado en el certamen. Y terminamos con Ombuaren Itzala (La sombra del ombú) con su director Patxi Bisquert, y sus protagonistas, Joseba Usabiaga y Sara Cózar.Escuchar audio

La periodista Delia Rodríguez explica en qué consiste el TikTok estadounidense y qué hay en la plataforma que hace desconfiar a la potencia. ¿Qué diferencias va a haber entre las dos plataformas? ¿Qué pasará con el algoritmo? A estas preguntas responde Claudio Feijoo, catedrático de la Universidad Politécnica de Madrid y uno de los mayores expertos en tecnología china

Noticiero de Martí Noticias presenta un resumen de las noticias más importantes de Cuba y el mundo. Titulares: | Incendio en un edificio de viviendas del barrio chino en Centro Habana genera alarma y preocupación entre vecinos | Vecinos del reparto Altamira en Santiago de Cuba, protestaron en las calles tras meses sin agua potable en sus viviendas | Esposa de Félix Navarro, denuncia falta de claridad en los diagnósticos médicos del preso político y responsabiliza al gobierno por su deterioro físico | El presidente Donald Trump habla ante la 80ª Asamblea General de las Naciones Unidas | la selección cubana de béisbol aún no ha sido oficialmente invitada al próximo clásico, entre otras noticias.

The Adventures of Chino & Homeoy: https://a.co/d/hOE3ECVMerch Store: https://chinohomeboy.bigcartel.com/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9yKmCI6seZWDWpq_oD2jCAFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/chinoandhomeboyTwitter: https://twitter.com/ChinoAndHomeboyInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/chinoandhomeboy/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@chinoandhomeboyProduced & AnimatedbySabino CruzChino & Homeboy CreatedbySabino Cruz & Phillip EzpeletaFont: "Luckiest Guy" Astigmatic One Eye Typographic InstituteCover Art: Alston NovakSong"Pirate Mutiny"byThe Sovereigns

The Adventures of Chino & Homeoy: https://a.co/d/hOE3ECVMerch Store: https://chinohomeboy.bigcartel.com/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9yKmCI6seZWDWpq_oD2jCAFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/chinoandhomeboyTwitter: https://twitter.com/ChinoAndHomeboyInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/chinoandhomeboy/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@chinoandhomeboyProduced & AnimatedbySabino CruzChino & Homeboy CreatedbySabino Cruz & Phillip EzpeletaFont: "Luckiest Guy" Astigmatic One Eye Typographic InstituteCover Art: Alston NovakSong"Pirate Mutiny"byThe Sovereigns

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Dr. Sunit Gupta, originally from India, has been in the Los Angeles area for over 30 years. He's a psychic, healer, palm reader, Vedic astrologer, business owner (A to Z Holistic Center in Chino, CA and Sunit Gupta Enterprises), Shihan 5th degree black belt, Hollywood celebrity and more! He knew Mother Theresa and traveled widely in India and in the world. As a 7th grader, he decided to take up the study of books that he deemed useful for humanity, purging his bookshelves of novels. Exploring and appreciating world religions has kept him staunchly non-dogmatic.Sunit Gupta Enterprises - Psychic Realm, Karateka & Actor

What's the most attractive hobby a man can have? A dog finds human body parts in the nearby woods and proudly brings them home. Apparently, the couple that gossips together stays together, and a Florida couple sells golden tickets at only $100 that secures your spot in heaven. The Labubu craze leads to jail for some very fine Americans, you might want to get in on the car auction craze but you'll need several million for that, and when a guy needs his phone, he seriously needs his phone. The top 5 most relaxing cities in the world and Chino isn't one of them. Plus, Starbucks says some people have gone too far, and wait till you hear about a female California mail carrier's side hustle. It's way too much to process on your own so let me help you with that. All you need to do is push play!

Linktree: ⁠https://linktr.ee/Analytic⁠Join The Normandy For Additional Bonus Audio And Visual Content For All Things Nme+! Join Here: ⁠https://ow.ly/msoH50WCu0K⁠Notorious Mass Effect: A Deep Dive into Chino Pacas' “Ojitos Mentirosos”Join Analytic Dreamz on Notorious Mass Effect for an in-depth segment on Chino Pacas, a rising star in regional Mexican music. Explore his 2025 release, “Ojitos Mentirosos,” a corridos tumbados track blending traditional Mexican sounds with modern trap. Released under Street Mob Records and distributed by Cinq Music, the song's emotive storytelling and Aug. 12, 2025, music video have sparked major YouTube streams and fan-driven buzz. Analytic Dreamz unpacks Pacas' Billboard recognition, the genre's 2024 chart dominance, and the song's organic streaming success.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/analytic-dreamz-notorious-mass-effect/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy