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What if the real problem isn't that men don't have enough authority in the culture, but that they're not exercising the authority they already possess right where they are? Joined by David Reece, The Crosspolitic Guys delve into the practical steps every man can take to reclaim leadership in his own household, church, and community, Starting with the fundamentals of prayer, biblical manhood, and taking responsibility for the small things that build toward cultural transformation. Converse and Invest in Reece Fund here: https://reecefund.com Sign up for the FLF 2026 Holy Wars Conference for Early Bird pricing! https://tickets.flfnetwork.com/holy-wars-conference

What if the real problem isn't that men don't have enough authority in the culture, but that they're not exercising the authority they already possess right where they are? Joined by David Reece, The Crosspolitic Guys delve into the practical steps every man can take to reclaim leadership in his own household, church, and community, Starting with the fundamentals of prayer, biblical manhood, and taking responsibility for the small things that build toward cultural transformation. Converse and Invest in Reece Fund here: https://reecefund.com Sign up for the FLF 2026 Holy Wars Conference for Early Bird pricing! https://tickets.flfnetwork.com/holy-wars-conference

What if the real problem isn't that men don't have enough authority in the culture, but that they're not exercising the authority they already possess right where they are? Joined by David Reece, The Crosspolitic Guys delve into the practical steps every man can take to reclaim leadership in his own household, church, and community, Starting with the fundamentals of prayer, biblical manhood, and taking responsibility for the small things that build toward cultural transformation. Converse and Invest in Reece Fund here: https://reecefund.com Sign up for the FLF 2026 Holy Wars Conference for Early Bird pricing! https://tickets.flfnetwork.com/holy-wars-conference

On this episode of the RAISE Podcast, Brent hosts Bill Kavan, Vice President of Engagement and Outreach at the Arizona State University Foundation.Bill traces his journey from a ten-year-old in Westhampton Beach, New York, pulling a lawnmower behind his bike, to an Arizona State University student looking for community on a campus where his first class was larger than his entire high school. He shares how a landscaping business, a father who would only cover “Converse money” for sneakers, and an elderly client who became a close friend shaped his work ethic, generosity, and early interest in business and investing.At ASU, Bill found his footing in the Greek system, becoming deeply involved in philanthropy, leadership, and eventually serving as fraternity man of the year. A year on the road as a chapter adviser, including a fraternity event at the White House, exposed him to alumni, networking, and the power of people giving to support others they may never meet.From there, Bill moved into entry-level fundraising at the National MS Society, then into higher-ed advancement software and implementation work for campuses ranging from community colleges to Cornell and SMU. Today, at ASU, he leads teams focused on annual giving, donor relations and engagement, digital donor engagement, scholarship advancement, and leadership annual giving, all with an eye toward engagement at scale for a six-hundred-thousand-strong alumni community.

Hour 4 of November 5, 2025 Jacob Townsend talks with ETSU men's basketball coach Brooks Savage about the Bucs win over Converse and their road trip to Presbyterian. Then, Jacob gives his college football pick six for the weekend. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Jacob Townsend talks with ETSU men's basketball coach Brooks Savage about the Bucs win over Converse and their road trip to PresbyterianSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Welcome to another Market Dominance Guys episode, and today we're trying something completely different. What happens when you spend four hours in a studio recording sales training content, and then someone creates an AI version of you? Well, you're about to find out. Our Chris Beall recently worked with Alex Kutsishin from myfuel.io to create AI-powered training experiences. The result? An AI Chris that sounds remarkably like the real thing – maybe a younger version – and knows everything Chris teaches about cold calling, market dominance, and the psychology of trust. In this experimental episode, the real Chris interviews his AI counterpart, diving into First to Converse principles, list-building strategies, and how to master the emotional journey of cold calling. It's enlightening, it's creative, and yes, it's a little weird hearing Chris talk to himself. But it showcases an efficient new way for sales teams and enterprises to access expert training 24/7. Let's listen in as human meets algorithm in the pursuit of sales excellence. Alex Kutsishin, Chief Executive Officer Alex Kutsishin is co-founder and CEO of FUEL !nc, the world's first Performance-as-a-Service platform for sales teams and leadership designed to redefine business education and performance standards. With an entrepreneurial spirit evident since his youth, he has co-founded ten companies — from pioneering medical offices in Washington, D.C. to introducing the first American-based low-code, no-code platform for custom mobile websites. Kutsishin has won numerous awards, including EY Entrepreneur of the Year.

Hour 1 of November 5, 2025 Jacob Townsend recaps ETSU's win over Converse. Then, he has postgame sound from ETSU men's basketball coach Brooks Savage. Also, postgame sound from Tennessee Lady Vols head coach Kim Caldwell following their loss to North Carolina State. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

 My first time with Cosplay Beth. By Thintri - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a fingernail as she waited impatiently.She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read “Never tell me the odds!” and had a set of red, tumbling dice and a star-fighter with four wings in the shape of an “X” sitting above a plate held up by a small plastic pole  The tee was super tight around her breasts, but I didn't notice any bra lines. I would guess she was a 36C or D. Her hips were just as wide and her ass complimented her full hips and busty chest. Her hair reminded me of that Scottish Disney movie princess, all wild and fire red. Her skin was extremely fair, like she would to burst into flames if she stepped outside. She didn't look much older than the drinking age, a good decade or more younger than me. Another adult millennial in the big city. “Seventy Three!” She pounced and grabbed the too thick package and examined it in her suddenly small hands. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and you could almost see saliva well up in the corner of her mouth. I needed to step in before she made a terrible mistake. “Excuse me. That's my Butt.” I said. “I beg your pardon?!” She responded incredulously. “Seventy Three?.. Your holding my Boston Butt.” I said, holding the ticket for her to see. “Oh, right. I'm sorry. I'm in a different world today.” “You actually look really hungry. Are you going to have time to cook or are you going to eat something raw here in the store? I'll have that Butt now.” I said holding my hands out. “Your butt is so big! Erm… I mean…” She said as she handed it over and I placed it in my cart. “Yeah, What's a bachelor going to do with all this food, right? I'm actually hosting a game night for my friends tomorrow. There will be seven of us total. Eight, if you'd like to have a taste of this Butt.” I said making “Butt” sound more like an actual innuendo this time. “T.J.” I added, extending my hand. “Beth. Pleased to meet you, T.J. What's that stand for?” She said, shaking my out-reached hand in a delicate manner. “Thaddeus Junior. ‘Thad' sounds too douchey.” “What do they call your father?” “Thad…” I said, rolling my eyes sheepishly. “But he's too old to even pretend to act like a douche. He would have no idea where to start.” “Oh, well that's good. I bet he showed you how to be a real gentleman.” She said with a slight giggle in her voice. “He showed me how to rub a butt properly, that's for sure.” “Pardon?!” She said eyes wide again. “Barbeque… dry rub? A good rub down and then moisten it up later.” “Oh, yeah… Right…” “So… Wanna come over tomorrow and join my party? You'd even out the group.” “I don't see why not. Could be fun, right?” “Splendid! That means you'll have to come over tonight to get your character squared away and maybe help prep for dinner? I promise I'll feed you tonight, too. I have flank steaks marinating.” “Oh, I don't know…” “You'll have my address and you can tell all of your friends where you'll be. There's even a doorman and a security camera in the lobby.” “Oh. That sounded well-rehearsed. Invite a lot of ladies home, do you?” She asked suspiciously. “No ma'am. I just want your mind at ease.” I lied with my hands up in a disarming manner. My response was also rehearsed, but it worked like a charm. “Tell me about the marinade.” She said slowly, squinting her eyes and nodding her head up at me. “It's a lazy meal night. It's just a store bought Italian dressing, but I add some of this and that. I was thinking maybe use my indoor grill or broil them. Do you have a preference?” I said trying to sink the hook in deeper. I'm not going to broil a steak. That's ridiculous. “Grill it!” “Agreed. So I'll see you at 6:30 then?” “Yeah. Sounds good.” Hook, Line, and Sinker. “Eighty Three!” said the butcher. “I think you're eighty three.” I said pointing at the ticket in her basket at her feet.“ “Oh. That's me!” She said turning towards the counter. We exchanged information and I gave her my address so we could meet up later. I was actually quite excited about making a new hot friend and maybe even more than that. I'm not the type of guy to jump into bed with just anybody. I really wanted to get to know her and see where in my life she might fit. 6:45 rolled around and I finally got a text from Beth: “Hey, Sorry. The train was running late and there's no cell service down there. I'm walking up to street level now. I'll be at your place in Ten minutes. Is there anything you want me to pick up?” I responded: “Hey, glad you're on the way. I was worried you split on me or worse. All I have is vanilla ice cream and toppings for dessert. If that's not good enough, we can walk around the block and get an Italian Ice from the pizza shop. Is red wine okay with the steaks? If not, I have beer. Should I let the wine breathe or would you rather beer?” She responded: “Italian Icies! And beer, please. Wine feels too formal. [Winky emoji] Be up in five.” She wasn't kidding about the train running slow. The news interrupted my background show. There was a brown out on my line that took 20 minutes to fix. One train was in emergency lighting the whole time. I already called ahead downstairs for the doorman to let my new friend up. He needed to send her up manually because she didn't have a key fob to my apartment. The elevator opened to each unit, but they all had entryways prior to the front door. It was a private place to take off wet clothes and hang jackets and kick off shoes before entering. I left the front door open and she let herself in. “Hello? TJ?” “In the kitchen.” “Hey!” She said, giving me a friendly hug. She smelled like strawberries. I also took a good look at her while were chit-chatted. She wore a Falmouth Falcons Jersey and a matching pleated skirt. She had on short two or three inch heels on that had open toes and matched her outfit well. She quickly discarded them and left them in the hall outside of the front door and closed it behind her. She also put a pair of clips in her hair, leaving the right side of her neck exposed. “I was just about to text you to ask how you like your steak cooked?” “Medium. It's okay if it's a little rare, just don't cook it too much, please.” “Oh, that makes it easier on me. I can put them on around the same time.” “Do you need any help with the cooking?” “Umm… Did you want the potatoes mashed, or as is?” “Hmm… Nah. We can leave them like that. They look done, too.” She said, looking into the pot. “Fork ready!” I said stabbing at them. I went ahead and strained them while Beth flipped the steaks. I also served up a helping of corn for each of us and added the potatoes. “How do they look?” She asked me, pointing to the steaks. I poked at one with my finger and pushed until I felt it push back. “Feels about Medium rare. Maybe another minute on that side.” I said. Beth took it upon herself to grab two beers from the fridge. I was just about done with my second, so it was good timing on her part. “This looks interesting. ‘Axel Rogues' P.O.'d India Pale Ale'? Is it new?” “It's from a brewery a couple of my friends partially own. They send it up from the Alabama Coast for me. They might be giving me a bit of a drinking problem.” I said in jest. “Isn't it bad to have cartoon characters on your beer labels? Something about advertising to minors?” “It's a promotional thing. Only a few of those labels were printed. It was mostly for investors and the grand opening a few weeks back.” “Oh. This tastes pretty good!” She said, wide-eyed. I was told it's a bit of a panty dropper, but I wasn't telling her that. “Yeah. It's got a lot of subtle tastes that the female focus groups enjoyed. The male groups said it's refreshing, but might be too easy to drink. Hence my problem.” I kidded again, even though it was true. Dinner went by pretty quickly and we both cleared our plates and then dumped the dishes in the washer. She was on her third beer and I had just finished my fourth. “Would you like another or maybe a Manhattan?” I asked, trying to grease her wheels some. “Can you make a White Manhattan?” She asked. It felt more like a test. “Sure. Is Hudson okay?” I asked, volleying her serve. “That'd be perfect!” She said all too eagerly. Beth went ahead and wiped the table down and moved some of the settings aside to make room for us to work. She had brought her messenger bag and pulled out a large Velcro binder with a few gaming books. I was actually impressed with her line of questioning and her surprising neatness. We decided that one of her old characters, a Human Monk, was a good fit for the group and I gave her the run-down of the story so far, as best as I could remember. She wasn't surprised by the content being sexual in nature. Lots of groups add a sexy/romantic spin thanks to modern fantasy movies and books. One girl in the group, Adrienne, had to re-roll after a death because she decided to fight her way out of an Orc rape scene rather than lose her purity. She was playing a Paladin at the time, so it was pretty fitting. She did set fire to the camp site and take out a few Orcs before she died, though. It was pretty awesome. She re-rolled into a rogue who was her last toon's “Black Sheep” sister; she was a very pissed off rogue. We completely forgot about going out for Icies and decided to chat some more about the group and where I felt the story might lead. I noticed in my peripheral vision that her nipples started to show through her tight shirt. My apartment isn't that cold. I like it to be around seventy six degrees. The air is humidity controlled, so the extra A/C isn't needed. The conversation slid over to her cosplay hobby and how devout she is to it. She whipped out her phone and swiped through several characters she's played at conventions and ren faires. She's even done some minor MeTube shorts in character. We were sitting side-by-side, nearly shoulder to shoulder as she swiped. One particular picture was done in a mirror “selfie” fashion. She was wearing a very tight corset dress that was blue and white, similar to a very familiar droid we all know and love. Her breasts were practically pouring out of her top and her hand was between her legs in a provocative manner. “Whoops… You weren't supposed to see that… Sorry” “Hey now… You should share with the rest of the class, Missy.” I said leaning in closer to her and her phone. “Okay, but they really aren't much to look at. Really.” She said modestly. The pics varied from lingerie to sexy cosplay back to lingerie. Some were topless, but her free hand covered her nipples. There was still an eye-full of side and under boob, though. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” She demanded playfully. I had several shirtless gym “Swole” pics as well as a few cosplay pics, too. None as flattering as her pictures, but she seemed pleased with them. She was definitely excited about my picture with me wearing a Fez and bow tie. As I got up for another drink, I opted to switch back to beer. I offered her one over her shoulder and she took it, letting her hand linger on mine, not taking the bottle, though. She let the cold glass rub her neck and shoulder, and when she finally took it, she pulled me into a bent over, sideways kiss. I'm pretty sure she was feeling similar fireworks to mine. I went ahead and climbed over the couch, letting our head bump in the process. We giggled as we put our beers down and started making out like ninth graders. I was being a complete gentleman and let my hands fall on her face and neck as we kissed. Her hands were in similar places, but soon explored down to my chest. I kept it cool and let her do her thing while both of my hands were now working her neck and tangled in her hair. She reached up and pulled her clips out so I didn't pull on her hair the wrong way. I kept up my aggressive assault above her shoulders as she continued to grope my chest and stomach over my shirt. I was wearing a light, loose button-down and low-rise dark blue jeans. Her hands explored more while undoing a button or two. Her left hand snaked into the opening and now rubbed my chest more over my ribbed tank tee underneath. Once all my buttons were undone, I took some initiative and grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her into my lap. She was now kneeling on both sides of my pelvis. We only broke the kiss long enough to discard my top and then my undershirt. My hands were now under her tee shirt, caressing her back. My fingers roamed and slid over where her bra strap would have been. She felt my mouth peak at the sides in a little smile at that. She giggled and pulled her tee off and tossed it to the adjacent love seat. We were sitting bare chest to bare chest as she started moving her hips in a subtle rocking motion on my lap. My hands found her breasts as I continued to molest her tongue with mine. My cock was rock hard and rubbing against her pussy though my jeans and thin fabric of her underwear. She started undoing my belt and pants as I worked on unbuttoning her skirt and pulling the hip zipper down one handed as my mouth found her right breast. Her strawberry scent was so much stronger with my face in her chest. It was driving me crazy. “Take them off.” She said breathlessly, standing up and discarding her skirt, adding it to her tee. I hopped my butt up and pulled my pants off without standing. She was standing between my legs and I would have prolly head-butted her again if I tried to stand. I decided to leave my boxer briefs on to match her level of dress. She sat back down straddling my lap again, only leaving more room between our pelvises this time. My mouth found her left breast as she blindly reached into the opening of my shorts. I was cupping her left breast with my right hand as my left hand began to fondle her right ass cheek. She was wearing a g-string. My hand would squeeze her ass and slide between her cheeks and back to squeezing again. She gasped as she grabbed my cock with her hand. She couldn't see it past my head or through my shorts, but she was certainly pleased with it's size and current level of petrification. She knelt on her left knee and tried to slide my shorts down. I miscued my attempt at helping by hopping my butt again and we head- butted again. We giggled, took a drink and she took my shorts off and took her place back in my lap again. This time, she was crushing my cock against her slit, covered by the tiniest triangle of fabric I've ever seen… Or felt for that matter. Her rocking increased and she was now dry-humping my cock. I could feel her moistness lubricating my dick through her g-string. My pre-cum was starting to bubble over my mushroom cap. Her nails dug into my chest. I didn't notice them until now… They were French tipped and matched her Quidditch jersey. My hands were both on her ass now, as my fingers were sliding up and down her crack and slipping under the thin thread. Her breathing became ragged as my fingers found her drenched pussy from behind. One hand was holding her string aside and her pussy open for me. My right hand found her opening and clit as she rocked back. She started to cum, grinding harder onto me. She called out my name as she climaxed and crumpled onto my chest. Her head on my shoulder. She was panting hard. My fingers continued to rub her from behind softly, easing several after shocks out of her. “Excuse me a moment.” She finally said through choppy breaths. She made her way to the hallway bath and I took the opportunity to grab a condom from the coffee table drawer. I had just enough time to tear one free from the rest and tuck it into the side of the couch cushion when the bathroom door opened up. Her face and chest were flushed, and she still wobbled a little when she walked. It was a combination of her orgasm and the alcohol, I guess. She was holding her g-string in one hand. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a thin trail of red pubic hair just above her clit hood. My dick jumped in approval. “What are we going to do about that?” She said hitching her head towards my crotch. “What did you have in mind?” I said standing before she got too close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into another passionate kiss. My cock was rubbing against her navel and my hands found her ass again. She pushed/eased me back onto the couch and got between my legs. She tossed her undies to the side, this time missing the pile and ending up on the floor. The flimsy fabric wasn't heavy enough to make the whole flight. She also had a condom in her hand that she sat on the couch beside me. She must have snuck it out of the medicine cabinet. Her eyes didn't leave mine as her hands stroked my cock. Her butt lowered to a sitting position on her heels. Her mouth opened wide enough to lick the head as she pumped me. She licked from the root to the tip. Her face was covered from her chin to her hair line when she was at her deepest. My dick was longer than her face. She started to suck me off, never stopping to close her eyes, she barely blinked as she stared right into my mine. I would have loved to close my eyes and roll my head back, but her eyes were entrancing. It was the hottest blow job I have ever gotten. Hands down. She was moaning on my cock, flicking her tongue in my tip's slit, lapping up any pre-cum that was leaking out. There was plenty of it, too. My dick was practically drooling. As soon as she was certain that she killed half of my fortitude, she leaned over and retrieved the condom and handed it to me. I ripped it open and popped it on like a magician doing a close-up magic trick. A dove flew out from under my sack. I'm kidding. I grabbed her and pulled her to the couch letting her fall supine. My cock was already at her moist opening. Her heels dug into the backs of my thighs. My dick slid in a good quarter of the way, our gaze never breaking. Her heels let up some and I retreated only to thrust in again. I found a bit of resistance when I got better than half of my shaft inside her. I finally bottomed out on the fourth stroke. I could feel her cervix give about an inch and then kiss my crown with every pass. It was incredible. I still had about an inch to give her, but she'd have to take that herself, I wasn't going to hurt her. Once I got into a good rhythm, I reached up to place my right hand over her shoulder to support my weight over her a little better. She took my hand and placed it on her neck and gently squeezed my forearm until my fingers mimicked her squeezing. Once she was satisfied with my ministrations on her neck, she started to grind against me from underneath. Her left leg took footing on the floor and bounced up onto me. She was looking for the last inch. My left hand wrapped around her left ankle and lifted her leg up over my shoulder and she finally got what she wanted. I was completely inside her and now, my pubic bone grinding into her clit with each thrust. I shortened my stride and let her clit join in on the fun full-time. I found a nipple with my left hand and rubbed it gently, increasing the sensations more and more. A good deal of my upper body weight was on her neck as I squeezed, but she didn't seem to mind. Her mouth creased into a thin smile as she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum again, only this time she was cumming on my sheathed cock. Her pussy gripped me tighter and my hands involuntarily did the same to her neck and nipple. Her eyes shot open wide as the convulsions started. My pace quickened and I started to penetrate her deeper again. Her squishing was suddenly louder and more pronounced. Her juices were coating my balls as she continued to shake and moan breathlessly. I released her and leaned back and pulled her legs further apart and rubbed her clit in a similar fashion as before. She shook and gasped as she let a third orgasm pass on by. My strokes came to a halt and stopped rubbing her clit. “Are you okay?” I asked smiling at her. The redness dimmed in her face now that the blood returned, but she was still very flushed. “That…was pretty fucking perfect!” She said honestly. “If you let me turn you over, I can go for extra credit. How does that sound?” I replied. “Oh! You didn't cum yet! Take me anyway you'd like!” She said rolling over onto her hands and knees. My right thumb immediately found her puckered asshole. “Okay, not anyway, Cowboy.” She added, giggling. I leaned in and slid all the way in, missing her cervix this time because of the angle. I was stretching her out while hitting all the right spots. My balls nuzzling her clit as I stroked into her. I could see her pussy pull out with me slightly despite her moisture and the lube on the condom. Her climax surprised us both as she began to ram back onto me. I didn't slow down because her canal tightened up and was now hugging all my favorite spots. I plowed through her narrowing passage looking for my own prize. She didn't have any time to recover as she reached orgasm again and again until I was ready. “Where would you like it?” I asked, being a perfect gentleman. “Don't you… fucking dare… pull out… FUCK!” She gasped between strokes. One last look at the condom to check on it's structural integrity and I was plowing harder, deeper, and faster now. Her moans reached a familiar volume again and I was doing my best to time my nut with her next orgasm. As soon as my seed spilled into her condom-protected cunt, she came hard again. We both grunted our approval as my balls emptied. We stayed like that for a moment, knotted together in pleasure. I could feel my cock softening so I took it as a cue to pull out. I grabbed the base of the condom and my cock and slid it out slowly. She tried backing into me to keep me inside her. The latex held and there was a considerable load sloshing in the tip. It would have produced triplets if that's how sex actually worked. She rolled over and collapsed back onto the couch. Seeing the condom in my hand, she grabbed it and poured it all over her huge breasts and rubbed it in, licking her fingers and popping a nipple in her mouth, purring like a cat. It was the grossest thing I ever saw. I fucking loved it, though. I showed her to my master bath and started the shower. I had a garden tub and a shower stall with just enough room for us both inside. We cleaned up and kissed some under the water, then dried off. She retrieved her clothes in one bundle. Her eyes looked like she had something to say, but her lips didn't move. We were both pretty drunk by now and the trains were far too dangerous to ride. I offered to call her a cab and pay for it, but she declined taking my money, saying something about feeling like a hooker. I assured her that wasn't the case and she smiled. I also offered her my spare bedroom, assuming that sleeping in the same bed would be too intimate for her. She gladly accepted. I grabbed something for her to sleep in. A pair of sweats and a big, soft white tee. I was wearing something similar, although they fit me better. After showing her to the spare bedroom and turning the bed for her, I gave her a sensual kiss on her mouth. No tongue. A peck on her forehead and I walked to the door. “What time do you wake up?” She asked, fiddling with her phone above the covers. “Got somewhere to be?” I jested. “Ten? Maybe? Wake me if you're up first. How does pancakes sound for breakfast?” “Oh my Gaia, He's making me pancakes…” She said laughing out loud. “It's a deal!” As I hit the light, I could see her face lit up by her cell phone screen. She was prolly giving the “all clear” to one of her girlfriends, assuring them that she was alright. Prolly better than alright. I reached my bedroom and wiggled under the sheet and took my rest for the night. My bedside clock said 1:37 AM. Not a bad first date, eh? My eyes were heavy and I surrendered to the best sleep of my life. By Thintri , for Literotica

 My first time with Cosplay Beth. By Thintri - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. She stood there, waiting impatiently for the delicious meat to slide into her eager hands. She looked forward to having it in her mouth later, I could tell. She continued to caress her belly and nibble on a fingernail as she waited impatiently.She stood around 5'4" in her Converse sneakers. She wore a black pair of boot-cut jeans and a gray tee that read “Never tell me the odds!” and had a set of red, tumbling dice and a star-fighter with four wings in the shape of an “X” sitting above a plate held up by a small plastic pole  The tee was super tight around her breasts, but I didn't notice any bra lines. I would guess she was a 36C or D. Her hips were just as wide and her ass complimented her full hips and busty chest. Her hair reminded me of that Scottish Disney movie princess, all wild and fire red. Her skin was extremely fair, like she would to burst into flames if she stepped outside. She didn't look much older than the drinking age, a good decade or more younger than me. Another adult millennial in the big city. “Seventy Three!” She pounced and grabbed the too thick package and examined it in her suddenly small hands. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and you could almost see saliva well up in the corner of her mouth. I needed to step in before she made a terrible mistake. “Excuse me. That's my Butt.” I said. “I beg your pardon?!” She responded incredulously. “Seventy Three?.. Your holding my Boston Butt.” I said, holding the ticket for her to see. “Oh, right. I'm sorry. I'm in a different world today.” “You actually look really hungry. Are you going to have time to cook or are you going to eat something raw here in the store? I'll have that Butt now.” I said holding my hands out. “Your butt is so big! Erm… I mean…” She said as she handed it over and I placed it in my cart. “Yeah, What's a bachelor going to do with all this food, right? I'm actually hosting a game night for my friends tomorrow. There will be seven of us total. Eight, if you'd like to have a taste of this Butt.” I said making “Butt” sound more like an actual innuendo this time. “T.J.” I added, extending my hand. “Beth. Pleased to meet you, T.J. What's that stand for?” She said, shaking my out-reached hand in a delicate manner. “Thaddeus Junior. ‘Thad' sounds too douchey.” “What do they call your father?” “Thad…” I said, rolling my eyes sheepishly. “But he's too old to even pretend to act like a douche. He would have no idea where to start.” “Oh, well that's good. I bet he showed you how to be a real gentleman.” She said with a slight giggle in her voice. “He showed me how to rub a butt properly, that's for sure.” “Pardon?!” She said eyes wide again. “Barbeque… dry rub? A good rub down and then moisten it up later.” “Oh, yeah… Right…” “So… Wanna come over tomorrow and join my party? You'd even out the group.” “I don't see why not. Could be fun, right?” “Splendid! That means you'll have to come over tonight to get your character squared away and maybe help prep for dinner? I promise I'll feed you tonight, too. I have flank steaks marinating.” “Oh, I don't know…” “You'll have my address and you can tell all of your friends where you'll be. There's even a doorman and a security camera in the lobby.” “Oh. That sounded well-rehearsed. Invite a lot of ladies home, do you?” She asked suspiciously. “No ma'am. I just want your mind at ease.” I lied with my hands up in a disarming manner. My response was also rehearsed, but it worked like a charm. “Tell me about the marinade.” She said slowly, squinting her eyes and nodding her head up at me. “It's a lazy meal night. It's just a store bought Italian dressing, but I add some of this and that. I was thinking maybe use my indoor grill or broil them. Do you have a preference?” I said trying to sink the hook in deeper. I'm not going to broil a steak. That's ridiculous. “Grill it!” “Agreed. So I'll see you at 6:30 then?” “Yeah. Sounds good.” Hook, Line, and Sinker. “Eighty Three!” said the butcher. “I think you're eighty three.” I said pointing at the ticket in her basket at her feet.“ “Oh. That's me!” She said turning towards the counter. We exchanged information and I gave her my address so we could meet up later. I was actually quite excited about making a new hot friend and maybe even more than that. I'm not the type of guy to jump into bed with just anybody. I really wanted to get to know her and see where in my life she might fit. 6:45 rolled around and I finally got a text from Beth: “Hey, Sorry. The train was running late and there's no cell service down there. I'm walking up to street level now. I'll be at your place in Ten minutes. Is there anything you want me to pick up?” I responded: “Hey, glad you're on the way. I was worried you split on me or worse. All I have is vanilla ice cream and toppings for dessert. If that's not good enough, we can walk around the block and get an Italian Ice from the pizza shop. Is red wine okay with the steaks? If not, I have beer. Should I let the wine breathe or would you rather beer?” She responded: “Italian Icies! And beer, please. Wine feels too formal. [Winky emoji] Be up in five.” She wasn't kidding about the train running slow. The news interrupted my background show. There was a brown out on my line that took 20 minutes to fix. One train was in emergency lighting the whole time. I already called ahead downstairs for the doorman to let my new friend up. He needed to send her up manually because she didn't have a key fob to my apartment. The elevator opened to each unit, but they all had entryways prior to the front door. It was a private place to take off wet clothes and hang jackets and kick off shoes before entering. I left the front door open and she let herself in. “Hello? TJ?” “In the kitchen.” “Hey!” She said, giving me a friendly hug. She smelled like strawberries. I also took a good look at her while were chit-chatted. She wore a Falmouth Falcons Jersey and a matching pleated skirt. She had on short two or three inch heels on that had open toes and matched her outfit well. She quickly discarded them and left them in the hall outside of the front door and closed it behind her. She also put a pair of clips in her hair, leaving the right side of her neck exposed. “I was just about to text you to ask how you like your steak cooked?” “Medium. It's okay if it's a little rare, just don't cook it too much, please.” “Oh, that makes it easier on me. I can put them on around the same time.” “Do you need any help with the cooking?” “Umm… Did you want the potatoes mashed, or as is?” “Hmm… Nah. We can leave them like that. They look done, too.” She said, looking into the pot. “Fork ready!” I said stabbing at them. I went ahead and strained them while Beth flipped the steaks. I also served up a helping of corn for each of us and added the potatoes. “How do they look?” She asked me, pointing to the steaks. I poked at one with my finger and pushed until I felt it push back. “Feels about Medium rare. Maybe another minute on that side.” I said. Beth took it upon herself to grab two beers from the fridge. I was just about done with my second, so it was good timing on her part. “This looks interesting. ‘Axel Rogues' P.O.'d India Pale Ale'? Is it new?” “It's from a brewery a couple of my friends partially own. They send it up from the Alabama Coast for me. They might be giving me a bit of a drinking problem.” I said in jest. “Isn't it bad to have cartoon characters on your beer labels? Something about advertising to minors?” “It's a promotional thing. Only a few of those labels were printed. It was mostly for investors and the grand opening a few weeks back.” “Oh. This tastes pretty good!” She said, wide-eyed. I was told it's a bit of a panty dropper, but I wasn't telling her that. “Yeah. It's got a lot of subtle tastes that the female focus groups enjoyed. The male groups said it's refreshing, but might be too easy to drink. Hence my problem.” I kidded again, even though it was true. Dinner went by pretty quickly and we both cleared our plates and then dumped the dishes in the washer. She was on her third beer and I had just finished my fourth. “Would you like another or maybe a Manhattan?” I asked, trying to grease her wheels some. “Can you make a White Manhattan?” She asked. It felt more like a test. “Sure. Is Hudson okay?” I asked, volleying her serve. “That'd be perfect!” She said all too eagerly. Beth went ahead and wiped the table down and moved some of the settings aside to make room for us to work. She had brought her messenger bag and pulled out a large Velcro binder with a few gaming books. I was actually impressed with her line of questioning and her surprising neatness. We decided that one of her old characters, a Human Monk, was a good fit for the group and I gave her the run-down of the story so far, as best as I could remember. She wasn't surprised by the content being sexual in nature. Lots of groups add a sexy/romantic spin thanks to modern fantasy movies and books. One girl in the group, Adrienne, had to re-roll after a death because she decided to fight her way out of an Orc rape scene rather than lose her purity. She was playing a Paladin at the time, so it was pretty fitting. She did set fire to the camp site and take out a few Orcs before she died, though. It was pretty awesome. She re-rolled into a rogue who was her last toon's “Black Sheep” sister; she was a very pissed off rogue. We completely forgot about going out for Icies and decided to chat some more about the group and where I felt the story might lead. I noticed in my peripheral vision that her nipples started to show through her tight shirt. My apartment isn't that cold. I like it to be around seventy six degrees. The air is humidity controlled, so the extra A/C isn't needed. The conversation slid over to her cosplay hobby and how devout she is to it. She whipped out her phone and swiped through several characters she's played at conventions and ren faires. She's even done some minor MeTube shorts in character. We were sitting side-by-side, nearly shoulder to shoulder as she swiped. One particular picture was done in a mirror “selfie” fashion. She was wearing a very tight corset dress that was blue and white, similar to a very familiar droid we all know and love. Her breasts were practically pouring out of her top and her hand was between her legs in a provocative manner. “Whoops… You weren't supposed to see that… Sorry” “Hey now… You should share with the rest of the class, Missy.” I said leaning in closer to her and her phone. “Okay, but they really aren't much to look at. Really.” She said modestly. The pics varied from lingerie to sexy cosplay back to lingerie. Some were topless, but her free hand covered her nipples. There was still an eye-full of side and under boob, though. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” She demanded playfully. I had several shirtless gym “Swole” pics as well as a few cosplay pics, too. None as flattering as her pictures, but she seemed pleased with them. She was definitely excited about my picture with me wearing a Fez and bow tie. As I got up for another drink, I opted to switch back to beer. I offered her one over her shoulder and she took it, letting her hand linger on mine, not taking the bottle, though. She let the cold glass rub her neck and shoulder, and when she finally took it, she pulled me into a bent over, sideways kiss. I'm pretty sure she was feeling similar fireworks to mine. I went ahead and climbed over the couch, letting our head bump in the process. We giggled as we put our beers down and started making out like ninth graders. I was being a complete gentleman and let my hands fall on her face and neck as we kissed. Her hands were in similar places, but soon explored down to my chest. I kept it cool and let her do her thing while both of my hands were now working her neck and tangled in her hair. She reached up and pulled her clips out so I didn't pull on her hair the wrong way. I kept up my aggressive assault above her shoulders as she continued to grope my chest and stomach over my shirt. I was wearing a light, loose button-down and low-rise dark blue jeans. Her hands explored more while undoing a button or two. Her left hand snaked into the opening and now rubbed my chest more over my ribbed tank tee underneath. Once all my buttons were undone, I took some initiative and grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her into my lap. She was now kneeling on both sides of my pelvis. We only broke the kiss long enough to discard my top and then my undershirt. My hands were now under her tee shirt, caressing her back. My fingers roamed and slid over where her bra strap would have been. She felt my mouth peak at the sides in a little smile at that. She giggled and pulled her tee off and tossed it to the adjacent love seat. We were sitting bare chest to bare chest as she started moving her hips in a subtle rocking motion on my lap. My hands found her breasts as I continued to molest her tongue with mine. My cock was rock hard and rubbing against her pussy though my jeans and thin fabric of her underwear. She started undoing my belt and pants as I worked on unbuttoning her skirt and pulling the hip zipper down one handed as my mouth found her right breast. Her strawberry scent was so much stronger with my face in her chest. It was driving me crazy. “Take them off.” She said breathlessly, standing up and discarding her skirt, adding it to her tee. I hopped my butt up and pulled my pants off without standing. She was standing between my legs and I would have prolly head-butted her again if I tried to stand. I decided to leave my boxer briefs on to match her level of dress. She sat back down straddling my lap again, only leaving more room between our pelvises this time. My mouth found her left breast as she blindly reached into the opening of my shorts. I was cupping her left breast with my right hand as my left hand began to fondle her right ass cheek. She was wearing a g-string. My hand would squeeze her ass and slide between her cheeks and back to squeezing again. She gasped as she grabbed my cock with her hand. She couldn't see it past my head or through my shorts, but she was certainly pleased with it's size and current level of petrification. She knelt on her left knee and tried to slide my shorts down. I miscued my attempt at helping by hopping my butt again and we head- butted again. We giggled, took a drink and she took my shorts off and took her place back in my lap again. This time, she was crushing my cock against her slit, covered by the tiniest triangle of fabric I've ever seen… Or felt for that matter. Her rocking increased and she was now dry-humping my cock. I could feel her moistness lubricating my dick through her g-string. My pre-cum was starting to bubble over my mushroom cap. Her nails dug into my chest. I didn't notice them until now… They were French tipped and matched her Quidditch jersey. My hands were both on her ass now, as my fingers were sliding up and down her crack and slipping under the thin thread. Her breathing became ragged as my fingers found her drenched pussy from behind. One hand was holding her string aside and her pussy open for me. My right hand found her opening and clit as she rocked back. She started to cum, grinding harder onto me. She called out my name as she climaxed and crumpled onto my chest. Her head on my shoulder. She was panting hard. My fingers continued to rub her from behind softly, easing several after shocks out of her. “Excuse me a moment.” She finally said through choppy breaths. She made her way to the hallway bath and I took the opportunity to grab a condom from the coffee table drawer. I had just enough time to tear one free from the rest and tuck it into the side of the couch cushion when the bathroom door opened up. Her face and chest were flushed, and she still wobbled a little when she walked. It was a combination of her orgasm and the alcohol, I guess. She was holding her g-string in one hand. Her pussy was clean shaven except for a thin trail of red pubic hair just above her clit hood. My dick jumped in approval. “What are we going to do about that?” She said hitching her head towards my crotch. “What did you have in mind?” I said standing before she got too close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into another passionate kiss. My cock was rubbing against her navel and my hands found her ass again. She pushed/eased me back onto the couch and got between my legs. She tossed her undies to the side, this time missing the pile and ending up on the floor. The flimsy fabric wasn't heavy enough to make the whole flight. She also had a condom in her hand that she sat on the couch beside me. She must have snuck it out of the medicine cabinet. Her eyes didn't leave mine as her hands stroked my cock. Her butt lowered to a sitting position on her heels. Her mouth opened wide enough to lick the head as she pumped me. She licked from the root to the tip. Her face was covered from her chin to her hair line when she was at her deepest. My dick was longer than her face. She started to suck me off, never stopping to close her eyes, she barely blinked as she stared right into my mine. I would have loved to close my eyes and roll my head back, but her eyes were entrancing. It was the hottest blow job I have ever gotten. Hands down. She was moaning on my cock, flicking her tongue in my tip's slit, lapping up any pre-cum that was leaking out. There was plenty of it, too. My dick was practically drooling. As soon as she was certain that she killed half of my fortitude, she leaned over and retrieved the condom and handed it to me. I ripped it open and popped it on like a magician doing a close-up magic trick. A dove flew out from under my sack. I'm kidding. I grabbed her and pulled her to the couch letting her fall supine. My cock was already at her moist opening. Her heels dug into the backs of my thighs. My dick slid in a good quarter of the way, our gaze never breaking. Her heels let up some and I retreated only to thrust in again. I found a bit of resistance when I got better than half of my shaft inside her. I finally bottomed out on the fourth stroke. I could feel her cervix give about an inch and then kiss my crown with every pass. It was incredible. I still had about an inch to give her, but she'd have to take that herself, I wasn't going to hurt her. Once I got into a good rhythm, I reached up to place my right hand over her shoulder to support my weight over her a little better. She took my hand and placed it on her neck and gently squeezed my forearm until my fingers mimicked her squeezing. Once she was satisfied with my ministrations on her neck, she started to grind against me from underneath. Her left leg took footing on the floor and bounced up onto me. She was looking for the last inch. My left hand wrapped around her left ankle and lifted her leg up over my shoulder and she finally got what she wanted. I was completely inside her and now, my pubic bone grinding into her clit with each thrust. I shortened my stride and let her clit join in on the fun full-time. I found a nipple with my left hand and rubbed it gently, increasing the sensations more and more. A good deal of my upper body weight was on her neck as I squeezed, but she didn't seem to mind. Her mouth creased into a thin smile as she moaned louder and louder. She was going to cum again, only this time she was cumming on my sheathed cock. Her pussy gripped me tighter and my hands involuntarily did the same to her neck and nipple. Her eyes shot open wide as the convulsions started. My pace quickened and I started to penetrate her deeper again. Her squishing was suddenly louder and more pronounced. Her juices were coating my balls as she continued to shake and moan breathlessly. I released her and leaned back and pulled her legs further apart and rubbed her clit in a similar fashion as before. She shook and gasped as she let a third orgasm pass on by. My strokes came to a halt and stopped rubbing her clit. “Are you okay?” I asked smiling at her. The redness dimmed in her face now that the blood returned, but she was still very flushed. “That…was pretty fucking perfect!” She said honestly. “If you let me turn you over, I can go for extra credit. How does that sound?” I replied. “Oh! You didn't cum yet! Take me anyway you'd like!” She said rolling over onto her hands and knees. My right thumb immediately found her puckered asshole. “Okay, not anyway, Cowboy.” She added, giggling. I leaned in and slid all the way in, missing her cervix this time because of the angle. I was stretching her out while hitting all the right spots. My balls nuzzling her clit as I stroked into her. I could see her pussy pull out with me slightly despite her moisture and the lube on the condom. Her climax surprised us both as she began to ram back onto me. I didn't slow down because her canal tightened up and was now hugging all my favorite spots. I plowed through her narrowing passage looking for my own prize. She didn't have any time to recover as she reached orgasm again and again until I was ready. “Where would you like it?” I asked, being a perfect gentleman. “Don't you… fucking dare… pull out… FUCK!” She gasped between strokes. One last look at the condom to check on it's structural integrity and I was plowing harder, deeper, and faster now. Her moans reached a familiar volume again and I was doing my best to time my nut with her next orgasm. As soon as my seed spilled into her condom-protected cunt, she came hard again. We both grunted our approval as my balls emptied. We stayed like that for a moment, knotted together in pleasure. I could feel my cock softening so I took it as a cue to pull out. I grabbed the base of the condom and my cock and slid it out slowly. She tried backing into me to keep me inside her. The latex held and there was a considerable load sloshing in the tip. It would have produced triplets if that's how sex actually worked. She rolled over and collapsed back onto the couch. Seeing the condom in my hand, she grabbed it and poured it all over her huge breasts and rubbed it in, licking her fingers and popping a nipple in her mouth, purring like a cat. It was the grossest thing I ever saw. I fucking loved it, though. I showed her to my master bath and started the shower. I had a garden tub and a shower stall with just enough room for us both inside. We cleaned up and kissed some under the water, then dried off. She retrieved her clothes in one bundle. Her eyes looked like she had something to say, but her lips didn't move. We were both pretty drunk by now and the trains were far too dangerous to ride. I offered to call her a cab and pay for it, but she declined taking my money, saying something about feeling like a hooker. I assured her that wasn't the case and she smiled. I also offered her my spare bedroom, assuming that sleeping in the same bed would be too intimate for her. She gladly accepted. I grabbed something for her to sleep in. A pair of sweats and a big, soft white tee. I was wearing something similar, although they fit me better. After showing her to the spare bedroom and turning the bed for her, I gave her a sensual kiss on her mouth. No tongue. A peck on her forehead and I walked to the door. “What time do you wake up?” She asked, fiddling with her phone above the covers. “Got somewhere to be?” I jested. “Ten? Maybe? Wake me if you're up first. How does pancakes sound for breakfast?” “Oh my Gaia, He's making me pancakes…” She said laughing out loud. “It's a deal!” As I hit the light, I could see her face lit up by her cell phone screen. She was prolly giving the “all clear” to one of her girlfriends, assuring them that she was alright. Prolly better than alright. I reached my bedroom and wiggled under the sheet and took my rest for the night. My bedside clock said 1:37 AM. Not a bad first date, eh? My eyes were heavy and I surrendered to the best sleep of my life. By Thintri , for Literotica

As apresentadoras Lara Vieira (@vieiralara) e Gaby Gouvêa (@gabygouvea_) recebem a jornalista Pietra Mesquita (@pietramesquita) para um bate-papo inspirador sobre fé, juventude e propósito em meio aos desafios da vida moderna. Pietra compartilha seu testemunho de fé e fala sobre a mudança de estado, os desafios de viver o cristianismo na fase da adolescência e juventude, e a importância da comunidade de fé nesse processo. Além disso, ela conta sobre sua trajetória profissional — do jornalismo em programas de TV à atuação no meio do entretenimento, convivendo com famosos e mantendo sua identidade em Cristo. Um episódio autêntico, leve e cheio de reflexões sobre permanecer firme na fé, mesmo em ambientes desafiadores e cheios de pressão. Se inscreva no canal, ative o sininho e compartilhe esse episódio com alguém que precisa ser lembrado de que é possível viver com propósito em qualquer lugar! _____________________ Converse com a gente:Instagram @nacontramaortmWhatsApp da RTM (11) 97418-1456 Patrocinador:Mais do que oferecer ensino de qualidade, a UniEVANGÉLICA forma pessoas com propósito. São 78 anos transformando vidas por meio da educação, do ensino infantil à pós-graduação, mestrado e doutorado. Com dezenas de cursos presenciais e EAD, a instituição une excelência acadêmica, princípios cristãos e uma visão global, com convênios internacionais que ampliam as oportunidades dos alunos. Destaque em rankings nacionais e reconhecida pelos altos índices do MEC, a UniEVANGÉLICA prepara cidadãos éticos, conscientes e prontos para transformar o mundo. Aqui, tradição, inovação e fé caminham juntas. Quer ir mais longe? Acesse unievangelica.edu.br. Equipe NC Cast:Carlos Pellerin, Eliakim Rodrigues, Gabriella Gouvêa, Kaká Rodrigues, Lara Vieira, Luiz Felipe, Marcelo Favero, Matheus Pires, Paulo Henrique, Pedro Campos e Thiago Lisa.#NCCast #PietraMesquita #FéNaJuventude #CristãoNoEntretenimento #FéEPropósito #ComunidadeDeFé #TestemunhoCristão #FéNaPrática #LuzNoMundSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Os apresentadores Carlos Pellerin (@pellerincarlos) e Gaby Gouvêa (@gabygouvea_) recebem Nathanael Dutra (@nathanaeldutra), um missionário apaixonado por mobilizar a Igreja a viver o Evangelho de forma integral. Advogado por formação, Nathanael largou tudo para seguir o chamado missionário e hoje atua em diferentes contextos: do sertão aos povos indígenas, das comunidades urbanas às nações. Com sensibilidade, humor e profundidade, ele fala sobre o que significa obedecer ao chamado de Deus e viver missões como estilo de vida, não como algo restrito a alguns poucos. Nesse episódio, ele compartilha sua jornada, os desafios e aprendizados do campo missionário, além de reflexões profundas sobre fé, vocação e obediência. Se inscreva no canal, ative o sininho e compartilhe esse episódio com quem precisa redescobrir o poder da missão no dia a dia! _____________________ Converse com a gente:Instagram @nacontramaortmWhatsApp da RTM (11) 97418-1456 Patrocinador:Mais do que oferecer ensino de qualidade, a UniEVANGÉLICA forma pessoas com propósito. São 78 anos transformando vidas por meio da educação, do ensino infantil à pós-graduação, mestrado e doutorado. Com dezenas de cursos presenciais e EAD, a instituição une excelência acadêmica, princípios cristãos e uma visão global, com convênios internacionais que ampliam as oportunidades dos alunos. Destaque em rankings nacionais e reconhecida pelos altos índices do MEC, a UniEVANGÉLICA prepara cidadãos éticos, conscientes e prontos para transformar o mundo. Aqui, tradição, inovação e fé caminham juntas. Quer ir mais longe? Acesse unievangelica.edu.br. Equipe NC Cast:Carlos Pellerin, Eliakim Rodrigues, Gabriella Gouvêa, Kaká Rodrigues, Lara Vieira, Luiz Felipe, Marcelo Favero, Matheus Pires, Paulo Henrique, Pedro Campos e Thiago Lisa.#NCCast #Missões #NathanaelDutra #CarlosPellerin #GabyGouvêa #IgrejaEmMissão #MissõesIntegradas #CristianismoRelevante #Obediência #Propósito #FéEmAção #MissãoDeDeusSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Cuidar da saúde do seu pet é um ato de amor e responsabilidade.Muitas doenças podem ser evitadas com cuidados simples e preventivos, e isso faz toda a diferença na qualidade de vida do seu amigo. Sabemos que o dia a dia é corrido, mas algumas atitudes podem garantir anos de saúde e bem-estar para ele.A vacinação, a vermifugação e a realização de exames periódicos são passos fundamentais para evitar doenças graves e garantir que seu pet tenha uma vida longa e saudável. Prevenir é mais simples e menos doloroso do que tratar, e o melhor: você pode começar hoje mesmo.Dicas importantes:- Mantenha a vacinação em dia- Realize a desparasitação regularmente- Faça check-ups de rotina para monitorar a saúde do seu petO cuidado preventivo é a base para uma vida saudável. Ao manter essas práticas em dia, você está protegendo seu pet de complicações futuras e garantindo muitos momentos felizes ao lado dele.Converse com seu veterinário de confiança e discuta o melhor plano de saúde para o seu pet.

This week, Adrian is joined by the brilliantly energetic and passionate Richard Port MBE, family solicitor specialising in domestic abuse and past president of Birmingham Law Society. Known for taking on the toughest cases and never backing down from a fight for justice, Richard shares a career built on purpose, persistence and a refusal to let victims go unheard.This conversation dives into Richard's journey and explores some urgent and compelling themes along the way:How an early taste of legal work at 14 led to a lifelong calling in family law and domestic abuse advocacy, even though he never planned to specialise there;Why too many victims are still given poor advice and how Richard empowers them to take back control, even after being failed by other lawyers;What really happens in family court: from legal U-turns and recorded confessions to Mafia-style wire taps and the lawyer tricks most people never see;Why he believes lawyers have a duty to raise the standard and how receiving an MBE for what he sees as working the benchmark, left him more determined, not satisfied; andHow he used his year as Birmingham Law Society President to turn the spotlight on others, championing underrepresented voices and grassroots talent across the profession.This one includes court drama, gold Converse and a near-fatal police station prank. No wonder Richard's known as the “Jeremy Kyle of lawyers” to his peers.

Mais uma rodada do quadro que todo mundo ama! Os apresentadores Carlos Pellerin (@pellerincarlos) e Gaby Gouvêa (@gabygouvea_) recebem novamente o Pr. Max Moraes (@max_moraes87) para responder às perguntas que vocês enviaram — dúvidas sinceras, temas polêmicos e curiosidades bíblicas que sempre rendem boas conversas. Com sabedoria, leveza e base sólida na Palavra, o Max ajuda a gente a entender melhor o que a Bíblia realmente diz sobre questões do dia a dia da fé cristã. Se inscreva no canal, ative o sininho e não perca nenhum episódio do PERGUNTE AO PASTOR, o quadro que transforma dúvida em aprendizado! _____________________ Converse com a gente:Instagram @nacontramaortmWhatsApp da RTM (11) 97418-1456 Patrocinador:Mais do que oferecer ensino de qualidade, a UniEVANGÉLICA forma pessoas com propósito. São 78 anos transformando vidas por meio da educação, do ensino infantil à pós-graduação, mestrado e doutorado. Com dezenas de cursos presenciais e EAD, a instituição une excelência acadêmica, princípios cristãos e uma visão global, com convênios internacionais que ampliam as oportunidades dos alunos. Destaque em rankings nacionais e reconhecida pelos altos índices do MEC, a UniEVANGÉLICA prepara cidadãos éticos, conscientes e prontos para transformar o mundo. Aqui, tradição, inovação e fé caminham juntas. Quer ir mais longe? Acesse unievangelica.edu.br. Equipe NC Cast:Carlos Pellerin, Eliakim Rodrigues, Gabriella Gouvêa, Kaká Rodrigues, Lara Vieira, Luiz Felipe, Marcelo Favero, Matheus Pires, Paulo Henrique, Pedro Campos e Thiago Lisa.#NCCast #PergunteAoPastor #PrMaxMoraes #CarlosPellerin #GabyGouvêa #CristianismoRelevante #FéNaPrática #TeologiaParaTodos #RespostasBíblicas #QuadroFixo #RTM See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode, we explore the intricacies of more effective customer engagement with the seasoned Karen Converse. With over 20 years of experience in sales, marketing, training, and business management within the retail sector, Karen brings a wealth of expertise to the discussion. As an independent representative, she offers invaluable insights into how education can elevate every aspect of the customer experience.   Drawing on her extensive background, Karen shares practical guidance on understanding customer needs, tailoring recommendations, and overcoming common challenges. Her advice empowers professionals to approach sleep-related discussions with confidence, clarity, and a mindset of continual learning. Whether you're on the sales floor or managing a retail team, this episode delivers actionable insights to help you educate customers and elevate the impact of your conversations in one of the most vital areas of wellness.   Tune in for expert tips, fresh perspectives, and the tools you need to elevate your sleep conversations.  

No ar mais um Descomplicadamente, com Lara Vieira (@vieiralara) e Gaby Gouvêa (@gabygouvea_), em uma conversa leve e necessária sobre um tema que afeta muita gente: a ansiedade. A convidada da semana é Bhárbara Barcelar (@psico.bharbara) — Psicóloga Clínica (CRP 06/174390), com formação em Terapia Cognitivo-Comportamental (TCC) e especialização em casos de ansiedade. Bhárbara ajuda pessoas a lidarem melhor com seus pensamentos e emoções, tanto em atendimentos presenciais quanto online. Neste episódio, o papo é sobre entender o que é a ansiedade, como ela se manifesta e, principalmente, como a fé e o autoconhecimento podem caminhar juntos no processo de cuidar da mente e do coração. Se inscreva no canal, ative o sininho e compartilhe esse episódio com quem precisa ouvir uma palavra de leveza e esperança hoje! _____________________ Converse com a gente:Instagram @nacontramaortmWhatsApp da RTM (11) 97418-1456 Patrocinador:Mais do que oferecer ensino de qualidade, a UniEVANGÉLICA forma pessoas com propósito. São 78 anos transformando vidas por meio da educação, do ensino infantil à pós-graduação, mestrado e doutorado. Com dezenas de cursos presenciais e EAD, a instituição une excelência acadêmica, princípios cristãos e uma visão global, com convênios internacionais que ampliam as oportunidades dos alunos. Destaque em rankings nacionais e reconhecida pelos altos índices do MEC, a UniEVANGÉLICA prepara cidadãos éticos, conscientes e prontos para transformar o mundo. Aqui, tradição, inovação e fé caminham juntas. Quer ir mais longe? Acesse unievangelica.edu.br. #NCCast #Descomplicadamente #Ansiedade #SaúdeEmocional #PsicologiaECristianismo #FéESaúdeMental #BhárbaraBarcelar #TCC #Autoconhecimento #FéSemComplicação #CristianismoRelevanteSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Converse comigo diretamente: https://api.whatsapp.com/send?phone=5554996799638&text=Assisti%20o%20v%C3%ADdeo%20sobre%20Gerenciamento%20de%20Cores%20e%20estou%20interessado%20em%20aprender%20Color%20GradingReceba os conteúdos no canal de WhatsApp: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VatxtHw65yDJ6Pls7G2PReceba os conteúdos na sua caixa de entrada: https://germanomichelon.substack.com/Vídeo sobre Balanço de Branco/Exposição: https://youtu.be/OSAlmxkkEAgVídeo sobre Redução de Ruído: https://youtu.be/VHtQZGO55pgVídeo sobre Nodes: https://youtu.be/35QV37ca7L4Editado por: Rafael AlmeidaCapítulos:00:00 - Meus parabéns!00:23 - O que veremos nessa aula01:12 - Por que existe Log?03:22 - (Iniciante) Como se corrige log11:17 - Como gravar log então?13:19 - (Adepto) por que e como fazer um gerenciamento de cores profissional23:14 - ACES não é tão místico e difícil assim24:00 - (Avançado) Os DRTs + Criando o DNA do Look27:54 - (Adepto de novo) Gerenciamento de cores sem usar Nodes31:40 - E quando já está em Rec709?35:08 - Despedida

In this episode, Gordon Euchler sits down with Rene Federico, an experienced brand leader whose career spans two powerhouse names in retail—Nike and Converse—and now, Head of Marketing US at Primark.Rene shares her journey from the shop floor of Nike Town Boston to shaping the basketball brand at Nike, and now leading brand building in a fast-growing US market at Primark. The conversation explores, what it really means to connect brands with consumers, how to build brand equity from the ground up, why strong retail fundamentals create space for bold storytelling, the power of leadership, optimism, and staying obsessed with the customer and how creators are rewriting the rules of branding today.Tune in if you want to know more about how passion and practicality come together in great marketing.

Antes de dormir, você conversa com quem?Joel mostra como usar a autossugestão para transformar sua mente, potencializar seu sono e aumentar sua disposição.Descubra também como pessoas ao seu redor impactam diretamente sua saúde e longevidade.

Rene Federico, US Head of Marketing at Primark, joins Future Commerce to discuss the international retailer's first major marketing push in America after a decade of organic growth and physical retail expansion. Drawing on over 20 years at heritage brands like Nike and Converse, she shares insights on building brand relevance in a performance-obsessed era, translating the "joy of shopping" to different US markets, and why the customer should always be the hero of the story.Stat Chasers Never WinKey takeaways:Brand relevance makes you less interchangeable with competitors in the marketThe marketing funnel has collapsed—social media now operates across all stagesInnovation thrives under constraints; limited resources drive creative solutionsTrue brand equity isn't measured on a 30-day dashboard; free yourself from over-measuring creative campaignsCustomers deserve brands that enable participation, not just transactions[00:12:28] "You can stat chase or you can build strategies that help you win as a team. The outcomes will be different depending on your approach." – Rene Federico[00:33:06] "Consumers don't shop your org chart, they shop your brand. Business models don't shop—customers do." – Rene Federico[00:45:31] "When you get someone to buy something, that is an exertion of power. It means somewhere in their conscience, you've been able to affect a choice. We're in a moment where the customer is the hero of the story." – Rene FedericoIn-Show Mentions:"That's So Primark" campaignHerald Square flagship opening Spring 2026Associated Links:Check out Future Commerce on YouTubeCheck out Future Commerce+ for exclusive content and save on merch and printSubscribe to Insiders and The Senses to read more about what we are witnessing in the commerce worldListen to our other episodes of Future CommerceHave any questions or comments about the show? Let us know on futurecommerce.com, or reach out to us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, or LinkedIn. We love hearing from our listeners! Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Madeline Reeves shares how Advisory Amplified is reimagining accounting conferences with community focus, practical advisory content, and a women-led, inclusive approach. Summary Today I'm speaking with Madeline Reeves, Founder & CEO of Fearless Foundry, creator of Advisory Amplified. In this episode, we talk about . . . Reinventing accounting conferences through a six-city U.S. tour focused on practical advisory content and community building. Challenges with traditional conferences and the need for real-world application. Advisory vs. CAS: Clarifying the terminology and implementation. Empowering women and underrepresented voices in accounting events. Localised content and community connection via hometown hosts. Practical tools and strategies for implementing advisory services. Workbook-based workshops with real, actionable takeaways. Partnering only with vendors who deliver educational (not salesey) content. Launching a virtual version of Advisory Amplified on November 18. Vision for future global expansion and continued grassroots connection.

What do we make of the shutdown? Is it performative for the MAGA cult? (Yes). History and civics teacher Jayne Converse joins Joe and Alex (in our first live video pod) to discuss what happens when autocrats feel like they're losing their grip on power. Hint: It's happening right in front of us. Is Trump's "Full Force" moment really the turning point for the Trump regime? And while we have to win next year- Jayne walks Joe and Alex through a scary autocratic project happening right under our noses, every day. Want to hear more from Jayne? Check out her Substack: https://substack.com/@conversediscourse101 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today we talkin' BFF 2025!This week I'm sharing my experience at the 2025 Black Footwear Forum, presented by Pensole Lewis College. The weekend carried a theme that resonated deeply: own your power, define your future. Surrounded by brilliant Black creatives and leaders, I felt the weight and beauty of what it means to belong in a space built for us, by us. From conversations with artists and storytellers to insights from executives and innovators, every moment reinforced the truth that community is the foundation of progress. Dr. D'Wayne Edwards' unwavering vision continues to shape this sacred ground, a sacred space where that message becomes lived truth, pushing us to learn, build, and carry the culture forward together.Thank you for taking the time out to tune into today's show. Please do not forget to  subscribe and leave a 5 star review.To keep up with the host:higherlxng.comInstagram: higherlxnghigherlxng@gmail.comYoutube: Thoughts for The SoleConverse with the show, send us a message!Converse with the show, send us a message!Leave A Review Here

Episode 143: Do They Still Have Bulletin Boards?     Our discussion of Alyx Chandler's poems has us considering the liminal space between girlhood and womanhood, summer and fall, print and digital cultures, good bug and bad, Slushies. With these poems, we're swooning over summer's lushness, marveling over kudzu's inexorable march, and thinking back to steamy afternoons running through sprinklers with skinned knees. Set at the end of girlhood, these poems makes us think of the Melissa Febos book of the same name. Jason is charmed by the poet's hypotactic syntax and her control of the line. Be sure to take a look at the poems' format at PBQmag.org.     As our own summers wrap up, Lisa saves monarch caterpillars while Sam smushes lantern flies. Kathy shares her new secret for a solid eight hours of sleep. Looking to the future, we're celebrating forthcoming chapbooks and books. Dagne's chapbook “Falldown Lane” from Whittle, Jason's book “Teaching Writing Through Poetry,”  and Kathy's “Teaching Writing Through Journaling,” both from a new series Kathy is editing at Bloomsbury. As always, thanks for listening.      At the table: Dagne Forrest, Samantha Neugebauer, Jason Schneiderman, Kathleen Volk Miller, Lisa Zerkle          Author bio: Alyx Chandler (she/her) is a poet from the South who now teaches in Chicago. She received her MFA in poetry at the University of Montana, where she was a Richard Hugo Fellow and taught poetry. In 2025, she won the Three Sisters Award in Poetry with Nelle Literary Journal, received a Creative Catalyst grant from the Illinois Arts Council, and was awarded for residencies at Ragdale and Taleamor Park. She is a poet in residence at the Chicago Poetry Center and facilitates workshops for incarcerated youth with Free Verse Writing Project. Her poetry can be found in the Southern Poetry Anthology, EPOCH, Greensboro Review, and elsewhere.    Author website: alyxchandler.com    Instagram @alyxabc    Love Affair with a Sprinkler   I've only got so many days    left to wet this face to rouse enough   growl to go back  where I came from    to build a backbone  hard as sheet metal   from the engine of  dad's favorite truck   the one I can  never remember    though it carried me  everywhere I needed to go    and of course where I didn't   short-shorts trespassing  abandoned kudzu homes    scraped legs inching   up water towers   creeping down stone church rooftops   girlhood a fresh-cut lawn where secrets coiled   like a water hose  stuck in kinks   spouting knots  writhing in grass    begging to spit at every pepperplant    sate all thirst I want to drown   to be snake-hearted again my stride full   of spunk and gall half-naked in an    embrace with the  spray of irrigation jets    their cold drenching my kid-body good    and sopping-wet  in hose-water rivulets   under its pressure  I shed regret   molt sunburn squeal hallelujah    in a hot spell— such a sweet relief    I'd somehow  after so many years   forgotten. Once I Lived in a Town    where grocery stores dispensed  ammunition from automated machines,    all you needed was an ID and license, the sign advertised, but there are ways    around that, a cashier told me, snuff a bulge  half-cocked in his cheek. But my target?    The choose-your-own-adventure  bulletin board. If you were brave,   you'd let some guy named John shoot  you with their dad's old Nikon film   camera. Girls only. No tattoos, the ink of the red-lettered flyer bled. Those days    I craved someone—anyone—to lock and load my rough-hewn beauty like    a cold weapon. Ripen the fruit of  my teenage face. Save me. Instead I   washed the ad in my too-tight jeans, let it dye my pocket grapefruit pink.    Once I lived in a town where daily I wore a necklace with a dragonfly wing    cured in resin, gifted from a lover,  a lifelong bug hater. Love can live in    the crevice of disgust, I found, but  lost it within the swaths of poison oak    where I shot my first bullet into wide- open sky and felt death echo its curious    desire, automatic as the gun's kickback.  My legs mottled in pocked rash. Then a    hole I didn't know existed. A souring.  Bitter and salt the only taste craved,    a rotten smell in the fried fatback I ate.  Once I lived in a town where the first    boy I kissed in the wreathed doorway of my childhood home left Earth too   soon from a single shot. I can't ask: is this what the military taught him? I only   know the cruel way high school relationships  end, 5-word text then never again. His fine-   line dragon doodles and i-love-you notes  still in my Converse shoe box in an attic,   twelve years untouched. I once lived in  a town where obits never contained   the word “suicide”—everyone is a child of Christ, and I mean everyone, our pastor   used to say, a joke staining his sincerity.  God, how I undercompensate, use safety   pins for my grief when I need weapons-grade  resistance, a cast-iron heart. Once I lived   in a town where I found a primed handgun under the bed of a boy I cheated with.   Delirious, I buried it in a dumpster until he cried that it was his great-grandfather's,   an heirloom he couldn't forget or forgive and after that I never saw him again. I didn't   have the language to ask him what I needed to know, Prozac newly wired in my brain,   a secret I could barely contain. Once I  crushed my trigger finger between the   door of who I wanted to be and who I actually was; I let that town press me    like a camellia between a book, inadequate  as a cartoon-decorated band aid trying to   stop the blood flow from a near-miss bullet. The Brooder   beneath nest boxes a squawk sinks out  so docile it turns me over both startles and   settles me this sudden birdbrain  how domestication is a brawl    inside me: the cockatrice papering my chicken heart with pockets of wire  I peel back its cuticle remove the bloom   to clean the coop   and find a little yolkless moon  an eyeball I push open and memorize then chuck over my roof   until a hen digs a crack with her beak breaks speckled curtains    of turquoise consumes her newest creation without pity or pause  

Likefolio's Andy Swan comments on the Piper Sandler teen survey showing a drop off in popularity for Crocs, along with Nike (NKE) and Converse. He thinks a “generational shift” is going on, with web visits and stock price both dropping. Andy discusses the cyclicality of fashion, and emphasizes that Likefolio's international data is limited, even as Crocs seeks to expand abroad. He also talks about whether their acquisition of HEYDUDE has failed to meet expectations.======== Schwab Network ========Empowering every investor and trader, every market day. Subscribe to the Market Minute newsletter - https://schwabnetwork.com/subscribeDownload the iOS app - https://apps.apple.com/us/app/schwab-network/id1460719185Download the Amazon Fire Tv App - https://www.amazon.com/TD-Ameritrade-Network/dp/B07KRD76C7Watch on Sling - https://watch.sling.com/1/asset/191928615bd8d47686f94682aefaa007/watchWatch on Vizio - https://www.vizio.com/en/watchfreeplus-exploreWatch on DistroTV - https://www.distro.tv/live/schwab-network/Follow us on X – https://twitter.com/schwabnetworkFollow us on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/schwabnetworkFollow us on LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/company/schwab-network/ About Schwab Network - https://schwabnetwork.com/about

Our world has gone insane, crazy, and losing it's collective mind.  Good is evil and evil is good.  Right is wrong and wrong is right.  Up is down and down is up.  The world has been turned upside down.  As followers of Jesus how are we to live in the days of evil?  Simply put, look at Jesus.  Keep our eyes on Him.  Listen to Him.  Walk with Him.  Converse with Him.  His strength, His Joy, His Hope, His peace will guard our heart and mind, if we Look at Him.

Our world has gone insane, crazy, and losing it's collective mind.  Good is evil and evil is good.  Right is wrong and wrong is right.  Up is down and down is up.  The world has been turned upside down.  As followers of Jesus how are we to live in the days of evil?  Simply put, look at Jesus.  Keep our eyes on Him.  Listen to Him.  Walk with Him.  Converse with Him.  His strength, His Joy, His Hope, His peace will guard our heart and mind, if we Look at Him.

The shot heard around the world, the shock that came from the death of Charlie Kirk. Marvin and Tony are talking with fred on the Marvin Nemitz podcast about the goodness of God. Though it is a tragic thing that has happened, as we pray for his family, we must focus on the what God will do.  

Today we're getting into all things murals (process! logistics! pricing! caring for your body!), transitioning out of a day job, and of course, COMMUNITY, with friend of the pod Allison Bamcat!Allison has worked for Converse as a print designer before becoming a full-time independent artist and muralist. She has done several mural festivals including Worldwide Walls Hawaii and Worldwide Walls Long Beach. She also shows all over the US and internationally, most notably Thinkspace Gallery. We're honored to have her on the show!Support the show:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@heywhatareyouworking⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IGFollow the hosts:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@andreaguzzetta⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@speaking_in_rainbows⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IG⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@devonwalzart⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on IGAlso: we made you a digital artist statement writing guide! You'll not only receive a full start-to-finish process on how to start crafting your statement, but how you can break it down and understand it better, too. You can buy that guide for 10 little dollars right ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

All the Episodes of the Heidelcast Subscribe to the Heidelcast! Browse the Heidelshop! On X @Heidelcast On Insta & Facebook @Heidelcast Subscribe in Apple Podcast Subscribe directly via RSS Call The Heidelphone via Voice Memo On Your Phone The Heidelcast is available wherever podcasts are found including Spotify. Call or text the Heidelphone anytime at (760) 618-1563. Leave a message or email us a voice memo from your phone and we may use it in a future podcast. Record it and email it to heidelcast@heidelblog.net. If you benefit from the Heidelcast please leave a five-star review on Apple Podcasts so that others can find it. Please do not forget to make the coffer clink (see the donate button below). SHOW NOTES How To Subscribe To Heidelmedia The Heidelblog Resource Page Heidelmedia Resources The Ecumenical Creeds The Reformed Confessions The Heidelberg Catechism Recovering the Reformed Confession (Phillipsburg: P&R Publishing, 2008) Why I Am A Christian What Must A Christian Believe? Heidelblog Contributors Support Heidelmedia: use the donate button or send a check to: Heidelberg Reformation Association 1637 E. Valley Parkway #391 Escondido CA 92027 USA The HRA is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization

In this episode of the Watchung Booksellers Podcast, our events team discusses how we select and host author events. Aubrey Cece, manager of The Kids' Room and Margot Sage-EL, owner emeritus talk with podcast co-producer Kathryn Counsell, who is also the store's Director of Author Events.Aubrey Cece is the Kids' Room manager, children's book and gift buyer, and children's author event planner. She's a born creative with the love of everything books and art. Her favorite color is lime green and her creative touch shows all throughout the store. You'll almost never see her without a pair of Converse on her feet and when you talk to her she'll welcome you into a story about her family while she finds the perfect book for you and your child. She is passionate about children's mental health and LGBTQ+ issues. Margot Sage-EL, born and raised outside of Boston MA, earned her BA from Barnard College, and arrived in Montclair in 1990.  Embraced by a community of spirited souls passionate about art, politics, social justice and literacy, Margot created Great Owl Books, a mail order catalog of multicultural children's books and folded that into Watchung Booksellers in 1996. She has spent the three decades years growing this community bookstore with the help of amazing booksellers, devoted readers, and a supportive family. Margot is semi-retired, totes her grandchildren around town, and is again pursuing sculpture.Kathryn Counsell is the Director of Author Events at Watchung Booksellers, as well as a co-creator and co-host of the Watchung Booksellers Podcast. Born a Hoosier, she made her way to New York and worked in marketing at several publishing houses before transitioning to the bookselling side of the book world. She's lived in Montclair, NJ for over a decade and loves walking her dog Millie to the bookstore.Books:A full list of the books and authors mentioned in this episode is available here. Register for Upcoming Events.The Watchung Booksellers Podcast is produced by Kathryn Counsell and Marni Jessup and is recorded at Watchung Booksellers in Montclair, NJ. The show is edited by Kathryn Counsell. Original music is composed and performed by Violet Mujica. Art & design and social media by Evelyn Moulton. Research and show notes by Caroline Shurtleff. Thanks to all the staff at Watchung Booksellers and The Kids' Room! If you liked our episode please like, follow, and share! Stay in touch!Email: wbpodcast@watchungbooksellers.comSocial: @watchungbooksellersSign up for our newsletter to get the latest on our shows, events, and book recommendations!

Better Software - Better Research! This is the mission of the Software Sustainability Institute (SSI) since 2010. To support this, the SSI has been running a fellowship programme. In this episode you'll hear from 3 different fellows from the 2025 cohort about their motivation and plans for their fellowship. Maybe you want to join, too? You can apply for next year's fellowship - 2026 - until 6 October 2025.Links:https://www.software.ac.uk/programmes/fellowship-programme the fellowship programme's website. Please, go to this page if you think about applying!https://mdsimpson42.github.io/converse/ Mike's ConveRSE page on mental healthhttps://book.the-turing-way.org The Turing Way Handbookhttps://obsproject.com The tool to create videoshttps://github.com/DeepLabCut/DeepLabCut DeepLabCut app https://github.com/talmolab/sleap The SLEAP appAnd here are the fellowshttps://www.software.ac.uk/fellowship-programme/esther-plomp Esther Plomphttps://www.software.ac.uk/fellowship-programme/mike-simpson Mike Simpsonhttps://www.software.ac.uk/fellowship-programme/niko-sirmpilatze Niko Sirmpilatze Get in touchThank you for listening! Merci de votre écoute! Vielen Dank für´s Zuhören! If you're like to support this show, you can leave a little tip at https://en.tipeee.com/code-for-thought-podcast/ Contact Details/ Coordonnées / Kontakt: Email mailto:peter@code4thought.org UK RSE Slack (ukrse.slack.com): @code4thought or @piddie US RSE Slack (usrse.slack.com): @Peter Schmidt Mastodon: https://fosstodon.org/@code4thought or @code4thought@fosstodon.org Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/code4thought.bsky.social LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/pweschmidt/ (personal Profile)LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/codeforthought/ (Code for Thought Profile) This podcast is licensed under the Creative Commons Licence: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/

Send us a textIn this episode of the AI Advantage series, Matt speaks with Matt Watts, Founder and CEO of MWA Projects in London. For over 20 years, MWA has been delivering high-end design and build projects for global clients like Jimmy Choo, Nike, Converse, and Grosvenor Estates. Now, AI is transforming how projects are imagined and executed.Matt shares how AI is speeding up feasibility studies, cutting design iterations from weeks to days, and helping teams generate more accurate budgets and takeoffs in record time. He also explores AI's role in contract review, marketing, translations, and project risk detection. But creativity, trust, and the personal touch remain irreplaceable in design and construction.We dive into hallucination risks, the future of robots on site, education's slow adaptation to AI, and the leadership skills CEOs will need in an AI-powered economy.Support the show

A lot of us know Mike Roberts as the Converse Cowboy but a lot of people don't know his story. Mike's journey from athlete to real estate investor and podcast host is an interesting one. He has reinvented himself many times on his journey to live a happy life. This has led him from athlete to learning sales to taking the leap for a mentorship that turned him into a real estate investor. Along the way he also fell in love with horses and has ventured into owning and riding cutting horses. I'm excited to bring this one to y'all so check it out I think y'all will like it. Review Wizard:https://www.reviewwizard.io/Sponsorship:https://form.jotform.com/251243256767057Diversified Payments:https://www.diversifiedpayments.com/wealthycowboyThe Wealthy Cowboy Mastermind:https://www.skool.com/the-wealthy-cowboy-mastermind-1608/about

Kate Terentieva is a self-proclaimed chatterbox, passionate about intentional, thought-provoking conversation. Growing up, she was the girl who could talk to anyone. As she got older, she noticed conversations often remained at the surface. In fact, we have meaningful dialogue less than 50% of the time!Realizing she wasn't the only one struggling with post-pandemic loneliness and increased disconnection, Kate created Off The Record as a way to foster and encourage conversations of substance. After all, how well do we actually know the people, with whom we spend our time? On a mission to help us break free from superficial chats with fun, intentional prompts, Kate believes that true connection (and our happiness) begins when we're willing to share and listen. A creative & art director for some of the world's most iconic brands -- WhatsApp, Calvin Klein, Converse, Justin Alexander, and Lobos 1707 -- Kate combined her communications experience with her love for relationship-building to create Off The Record. Designed with portability and convenience in mind, Off The Record's cigarette-pack-esque packaging contains 45 cards with 90 questions to spark addictive, dynamic conversations. All Off The Record questions are family & corporate-friendly, creating opportunities for meaningful connection anywhere.While Off The Record is fun to play, its mission is ambitious— make people happier by equipping them with strong conversational habits. It's even adored by Jay Shetty and Radhi Devlukia-Shetty (see them playing it in on their sparkling tea brand's website).

Visual Intonation Podcast steps into the world of Raj Debah, a New York-born artist whose work tells stories others have left untold. Raised in the Bronx by first-generation West Indian parents, Raj uses the lens of mixed media to illuminate the silenced voices of indentured and indigenous peoples connected to the Caribbean. His images speak in layers—photos, found footage, artifacts—woven into a visual language that bridges memory, migration, and resistance.Debah's journey is not just artistic, it's personal. His work reflects a lifelong reckoning with identity, rooted in the tension between belonging and erasure. Through collage and video, he explores the quiet corners of human isolation and the shifting contours of cultural evolution. These are the stories of movement, of lives in between, of history rarely archived but deeply felt.Across decades of practice, Raj has shaped imagery for icons like Lee Fields and Pharaoh Sanders, and has collaborated with global brands such as Converse, The James Hotel Group, and Timberland. His visual voice has echoed through projects with Nike, Supreme, The North Face, and more. Whether in a gallery at Frieze LA or on the walls of Miami Basel, his work pulses with urgency and intent.Now based in Los Angeles, Raj continues to explore new creative territories alongside longtime collaborator Jarvis. Together, they've built a body of work that challenges censorship, confronts bigotry, and keeps truth alive through image and sound. Visual Intonation Podcast invites you into that space—a place where past meets present, and every frame tells a story worth hearing.Raj Debah's Website: rajdebah.comRaj Debah's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rajdebah/?hl=enSupport the showVisual Intonation Website: https://www.visualintonations.com/Visual Intonation Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/visualintonation/Vante Gregory's Website: vantegregory.comVante Gregory's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/directedbyvante/ To support me on Patreon (thank you): patreon.com/visualintonations Tiktok: www.tiktok.com/@visualintonation Tiktok: www.tiktok.com/@directedbyvante

On this episode, Mike and Jason discuss the best basketball commercials of all-time including MJ, LeBron, Lil Penny, Converse, Jingle Hoops and many more!Visit our Sponsors!Dr. Dish BasketballOur friends at Dr. Dish Basketball are here to help you transform your team's training this off-season with exclusive offers of up to $4,000 OFF their Rebel+, All-Star+, and CT+ shooting machines. Unsure about budget? Dr. Dish offers schools-only Buy Now, Pay Later payment plans to make getting new equipment easier than ever.The Coaching PortfolioYour first impression is everything when applying for a new coaching job. A professional coaching portfolio is the tool that highlights your coaching achievements and philosophies and, most of all, helps separate you and your abilities from the other applicants. Special Price of just $25 for all Hoop Heads Listeners.Wealth4CoachesEmpowering athletic coaches with financial education, strategic planning, and practical tools to build lasting wealth—on and off the court.If you listen to and love the Hoop Heads Podcast, please consider giving us a small tip that will help in our quest to become the #1 basketball coaching podcast. https://hoop-heads.captivate.fm/supportTwitter/X Podcast - @hoopheadspodMike - @hdstarthoopsJason - @jsunkleInstagram@hoopheadspodFacebookhttps://www.facebook.com/hoopheadspod/YouTubehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDoVTtvpgwwOVL4QVswqMLQ

Listen AD FREE: Support our podcast at patreaon: http://patreon.com/TheCruxTrueSurvivalPodcast Email us! thecruxsurvival@gmail.com Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecruxpodcast/ Get schooled by Julie in outdoor wilderness medicine! https://www.headwatersfieldmedicine.com/ Join Julie Henningsen and Kaycee McIntosh on The Crux True Survival Story Podcast as they delve into the extraordinary tale of Emma Gatewood, the first woman to solo hike the 2,168-mile Appalachian Trail in 1955. At 67 years old and with minimal gear, Grandma Gatewood's journey defied modern hiking conventions and highlighted her resilience stemming from decades of domestic abuse and personal adversity. Discover her remarkable determination and how her story has inspired generations of hikers and contributed to the trail's preservation. 00:00 Introduction to the Crux True Survival Story Podcast 00:31 Meet Grandma Gatewood: The Unstoppable Grandmother 02:15 Emma Gatewood's Early Life and Challenges 06:10 The Appalachian Trail: A New Adventure 06:35 Grandma Gatewood's First Attempt and Lessons Learned 08:05 The Successful Journey Begins 09:09 Challenges and Resourcefulness on the Trail 17:41 Media Attention and Recognition 22:47 Emma Gatewood's Legacy and Impact 31:24 Conclusion and Reflections References: Montgomery, Ben. Grandma Gatewood's Walk: The Inspiring Story of the Woman Who Saved the Appalachian Trail. Chicago Review Press, 2014. Primary biographical source with access to Emma's personal journals, family interviews, and historical documents Appalachian Mountain Club Library & Archives. Emma Gatewood Collection. Contains photographs and trail log entries from her hikes Appalachian Trail Conservancy Archives. Emma Gatewood materials. Historical trail documentation and correspondence Sports Illustrated. Articles on Emma Gatewood's 1955 thru-hike. Contains direct quotes: "I thought it would be a nice lark. It wasn't" and "This is no trail. This is a nightmare" National Geographic Magazine. August 1949 issue. The original article about Earl Shaffer that inspired Emma's hike The Baltimore Sun. 1955. Coverage of the "jovial little grandmother" who conquered the Appalachian Trail Congressional Record. June 1956. U.S. Representative Thomas A. Jenkins of Ohio's entry about Gatewood's accomplishments The Today Show with Dave Garroway. 1955. Featured guest appearance after completing her hike Welcome Travelers. 1955. Quiz show appearance where she won $200 Appalachian Trail Conservancy. "Emma Gatewood." Official trail history documentation. https://www.appalachiantrail.org/ Appalachian Trail Museum. Pine Grove Furnace State Park, Pennsylvania. Houses Emma's Converse sneakers and other artifacts Appalachian Mountain Club. "Grandma Gatewood: The First Woman to Solo Hike the Entire Appalachian Trail." March 2025. https://www.outdoors.org/resources/amc-outdoors/history/grandma-gatewood-the-first-woman-to-solo-hike-the-entire-appalachian-trail/ Blue Ridge Country Magazine. "Emma Gatewood's Walk." April 29, 2025. https://blueridgecountry.com/newsstand/magazine/emma-gatewood%E2%80%99s-walk/ Adventure Journal. "Emma Gatewood Survived Domestic Abuse to Become an Appalachian Trail Legend." https://www.adventure-journal.com/2020/05/emma-gatewood-survived-domestic-abuse-to-become-an-appalachian-trail-legend/ Atlas Obscura. "The First Woman to Thru-Hike the Appalachian Trail Alone Did It as a 'Lark'." June 9, 2021. https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/appalachian-trail-emma-gatewood Five Rivers MetroParks. "Grandma Gatewood, One of Ohio's Most Famous Hikers." March 22, 2024. https://www.metroparks.org/grandma-gatewood-one-of-ohios-most-famous-hikers/ Appalachian Trail Histories. "Emma Gatewood." https://appalachiantrailhistory.org/exhibits/show/hikers/gatewood Buckeye Trail Association. Emma Gatewood materials and trail documentation. Information about her role as founding member and trail builder "Trail Magic: The Grandma Gatewood Story." Emmy-nominated documentary. Features family interviews and historical recreation Ohio Valley Memory Gardens. Burial records and grave marker documentation. Final resting place with marker reading "Emma R. Gatewood – Grandma"

In this series, we've been exploring ways to build a strong connection with Jesus. In John 15, He calls it “abiding” in Him. What we've discovered is that the stronger the connection, the better the fruit and the greater the joy. We've talked about the importance of rest and nutrition in producing good fruit in our lives. Today, we are looking at the necessity of breathing, and the way we do that is through prayer.What word comes to mind when you think of prayer? For some, it's joy! Prayer is a delight. But for others, the word might be bewilderment, frustration, disappointment, or more likely… guilt. But I want to propose that prayer is not a responsibility to be pushed into, but a relationship to be pulled into. Put another way, sustainable prayer comes not from gritting our teeth, but by falling in love.Our God is amazingly relational. And He wants us to share life with you! Our souls were made to walk with God and talk with God.  And when that happens… when we abide like that…all sorts of good things can happen that lead to bearing fruit and knowing joy.God wants to make every moment of your life glorious with His presence. It's not just that God is for us, but that He wants to be with us.  He wants to fill our souls with His presence.Lately, I've been challenging myself with this:  How many moments of my life today can I fill with a conscious awareness of God's presence?  The life of abiding is not a life of more religious activities.  It's a life of inner peace and contentment as you walk with and talk with One who not only loves you but is big enough to see you through whatever you may face.I've also discovered that…the best way to start living life with God is in small moments.Talk to God while watching the sunrise, while taking a walk, or while out fishing.  Converse with Him when stuck in traffic, while waiting on hold, or while washing the dishes.  Celebrate what He has done for you. Thank Him for that which you so often take for granted.And then, before you know it, you'll find yourself sharing with Him those things that concern you.  What are you doing?  You're praying!  However, I'm doing this not out of guilt.  Not out of duty.  But simply as an overflow of my relationship with Him.   Out of your moments of devotion, you will find it natural to offer petition and make intercession.The more we abide with Jesus, the more our prayers align with His will and the more He delights in answering those prayers. Text: John 15:1-11Originally recorded on July 30, 2017, at Fellowship Missionary Church, Fort Wayne, IN

Sandra descobriu o câncer de mama em um momento em que já não havia mais como esconder os sinais. Mas, diferente do que muitos poderiam imaginar, ela não deixou que o diagnóstico apagasse quem ela é. Tudo começou com um caroço que não deram muita importância e somente após algumas consultas, veio o diagnóstico: câncer de mama avançadoNo cuidado paliativo, Sandra encontrou qualidade de vida para fazer o que gosta, amar quem ama e ser quem é. Desde 2013, entre cirurgias, quimioterapias e renascimentos, ela encontrou um jeito de ajudar outras pacientes que cruzam seu caminho e de continuar vivendo. E vivendo com intensidade! Ela mesma diz “quando a morte chegar, vai me encontrar viva”.A história de Sandra não é sobre desistir, mas sobre continuar. Ela nos lembra que existe vida após o diagnóstico e que falar sobre o câncer de mama é essencial para ampliar o acesso à informação. Em muitos casos, o tratamento adequado no momento certo pode fazer toda a diferença e, até mesmo, a cura.Converse, informe-se e cuide de quem você ama. Conheça mais sobre essa causa da Campanha #AVidaEuTragoNoPeito: www.lilly.com/br/avidaeutragonopeito #WeAreLillyPP-AL-BR-1660 – JULHO 2025 – Material destinado ao público geral

Feng Chen Wang is a Chinese, London-based fashion designer who embodies what it means to update tradition. Her eponymous brand creates pieces that are deeply personal yet globally resonant, merging traditional Chinese references with modern tailoring, sportswear influences and futuristic silhouettes. As her brand marks a decade of boundary-pushing design, Wang reflects on her upbringing in Fujian, collaborations with major brands such as Converse and why straddling cultures is her superpower in both design and business.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Joseph Blackman introduced Joshua Mair, Director of Public Works for Converse, Texas, who shared insights into his department's structure, daily operations, and unique challenges like managing moving subgrades and bulk waste collection. Joshua Mair emphasized the importance of communication, continuous improvement through networking, and fostering employee satisfaction for talent retention, highlighting his non-traditional career path and the value of associations like APWA for professional development. Give the show a listen and remember to thank your local Public Works Professionals.

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GET YOUR TICKETS TO WANGERS KARAOKE VOL.6 LIVE IN LOS ANGELES SEP 7: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/wangers-karaoke-2026-tickets-1412626486849?aff=oddtdtcreatorHi! Welcome back to the show! TONIGHT, Ken Napzok returns. This man is on a mission to become our most frequent guest. RB3, Eric, and Alex are SHAKING in their boots. Do people still wear boots? Bit of a dumb question, I suppose. Plenty of areas in the country have that western vibe going on. What about spurs on the boots? Are those still a thing? Not that anyone asked, but I always found walking in boots to be incredibly difficult. Like, is the human body meant to be restricted that much with our calves and whatnot when walking? Then there's the whole other thing with putting the boots on and taking them off. You gotta like arch your foot downward like a ballet dancer to get em on. I'd imagine someone's broken an ankle or something trying to do this with a fresh pair of stiff boots. And what's our take on clothing with boots? Are those a pants/jeans only situation? Do shorts ever look good with boots in a non-ironic way? I wonder if it's similar to how Converse shoes don't really look great with shorts even though they ride higher up past the ankle. Is that just a me thing, though? I loved wearing Converse but I always felt weird pairing those with shorts. But then it felt like a waste to put jeans over the top of them because then it's like, what's the point, you know? You gotta show off that top half of the shoe. You ever seen someone wear Converse, shorts and high socks? That's a whole other ball game. What kind of socks does one wear with Converse? What kind of socks does one wear with boots? I'd imagine you'd have to have a thick pair of socks with boots because the interior of those boots can't be very cushiony. I don't know if Vans still does this but I have an older pair of your standard black and white swiggly Vans that were labeled as "extra cush." I bought them partly for the bit of it all but I gotta say, that cush has come in really clutch. There are not a single pair of boots out there that can help me dismount from this YouTube description. Anyway, please come to Wangers Karaoke. There might be boots.

Ozzy Osbourne has sadly passed away at the age of 76. I talk about the bat incident and how it was very different than I remember hearing. We're gearing up for the release of the second part of Wicked and that means major marketing. General Mills has announced that they are releasing multiple food collaborations with the extremely popular franchise. In the reality television world we are getting yet another dating show. This time it is with all virgins. Hosted by the former bachelor, Colton Underwood. Fitting since his whole season was about him being a virgin himself, whether we believe that or not. I went to Beyoncè's second to last tour date in Vegas for the Cowboy Carter show and I don't regret it at all. That woman was born the be a performer and I'm glad to be alive during her time. Charli XCX has collaborated with Converse to give us the perfect Party Girl shoes. You can even customize them with different phrases from her very successful Brat album. Jenna Ortega's alleged paycheck for the second season of Wednesday has been revealed and she is reportedly making 800 percent more than she did on the first season. And lastly the loml, Katy Perry, has seemingly found love again in a newly kindled romance with former Canadian Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau. Thanks for listening!

Beau Simmons has been a professional photographer since 2009. Initially known for his work as a fashion photographer, collaborating with renowned brands like Marc Jacobs, Guess Jeans, and Converse, he became a sought-after photographer for top modeling agencies like Elite Models, IMG, and Ford Models. However, Beau's heart lies in the Western lifestyle and the beauty of the American landscape. Transitioning away from fashion, he now focuses on capturing the essence of this culture through medium and large-format film photography. He has worked on some of the largest ranches in the United States, both on and off horseback, documenting the lives of cowboys across diverse landscapes. Inspired by masters like Richard Avedon, Slim Aarons, and Steven Shore, his work evokes nostalgia and emotion, preserving authentic moments from a forgotten era. A strong advocate for veterans, Beau's storytelling culminated in his first coffee table book, The Twenty-Year War, created in collaboration with combat veterans, followed by a traveling exhibition in various museums after its release in 2021. He actively supports numerous causes, including cancer research, partnering with organizations like The American Cancer Society and the Careity Foundation. His collaboration with writer and Director of the hit television series Yellowstone, Taylor Sheridan, unveiled the timeless allure of the Four Sixes Ranch, offering an indelible tribute while championing cancer support services. In just three years as an artist, Beau showcased his work at Art Miami, one of the world's largest art fairs, where he gained significant recognition and established a strong presence in the art community. This experience has since opened doors for further leading art fairs, exhibitions, and collaborations, allowing him to share his unique vision with a broader audience. His dedication to authenticity and storytelling continues to inspire, paving the way for new and exciting opportunities in the art world. Beau Simmons Photography: https://www.beausimmonsphotography.com/ Today's Sponsors: Black Rifle Coffee: https://www.blackriflecoffee.com Incogni: Use code "clearedhot" at https://incogni.com/clearedhot to get an exclusive 60% off. 

Day 2 St. Alphonsus you have said: “Acquire the habit of speaking to God as if you were alone with Him, familiarly and with confidence and love, as to the dearest and most loving of friends. Speak to Him often of your business, your plans, your troubles, your fears— of everything that concerns you. Converse with Him confidently and frankly; for God is not wont to speak to a soul that does not speak to Him.” The post St. Alphonsus Liguori Novena – Day 2 – Discerning Hearts Podcast appeared first on Discerning Hearts Catholic Podcasts.

Ann Foley is the costume designer behind the grounded and detailed wardrobes of the hit show The Last of Us. In this episode, Foley (whose extensive career also includes work on Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and She Hulk) sits down with Who What Wear Senior Fashion and Social Media Editor Tara Gonzalez to discuss the costume design process for The Last of Us season 2. Foley shares the journey of developing character-driven styles, the inspiration behind the apocalyptic fashion and how it reflected the different environments, and the subtle styling changes that marked character growth after a five-year time jump. She reveals the challenges of costuming an apocalyptic world, why The Last of Us is technically a period piece, the significance of specific items like Joel's jacket and Ellie's Converse, and the collaborative process with actors and showrunners that brought the characters to life.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The best player in the NBA Finals wears Converse… so they launched a sneaker dating show?War in the Middle East means the US Army has a new recruit… Palantir, Meta, and OpenAI.Din Tai Fung is now the most lucrative restaurant chain in the US… because of 1 lucky number.Plus, Summer Fridays are disappearing… so happy Summer Monday. $MSFT $AAPL $NKEWant more business storytelling from us? Check out the latest episode of our new weekly deepdive show: The untold origin story of… Beanie Babies