Podcasts about Cordial

Ursula Sereghy vzbudila před čtyřmi lety velkou pozornost debutovým albem OK Box, které mezi nejlepší desky roku zařadil i britský magazín Quietus. Zatímco debut do značné míry odrážel pocity izolace, které jsme zažili během globální pandemie, novinka Cordial je podle pražské experimentální hudebnice spíše psycho-magickým nástrojem, kterým si do života vepsala pocit domova a zážitky z „budování funkční komunity“, ve které se cítí dobře. V rozhovoru přiznává, že letošní deska je „méně dekonstrukce a více field recordings“, a větší prostor dostává i její hlas. I když na nahrávku směřovala hlavně pozitivní emoce, v poslední době se naučila být taky víc naštvaná. Jak se Ursule Sereghy jako hudebnici z východní Evropy daří ordinovat si sebevědomí? Jak se vyrovnávala s prokletím druhého alba a co pro ni znamená pražský hudební prostor Synth Library? Poslouchejte speciální díl Soundsystému, jehož hostkou byla pražská hudebnice respektovaná na evropské scéně experimentální hudby. Podpořte vznik dalších dílů: https://www.darujme.cz/projekt/1205779

Miércoles Cordial.

Nestled in the heart of Shenandoah County, Cordial Coffee has quickly become a beloved destination for coffee enthusiasts. In this episode of "The Valley Today," host Janet Michael and co-host Kary Haun sat down with Brandon Belland, the passionate owner of Cordial Coffee, to discuss his journey and the essence of this exceptional café. Brandon's journey into the world of coffee began in 1999 in Virginia Beach. His experiences as a barista ignited a deep interest in coffee roasting and quality. Over the years, his relentless pursuit of excellence led him to establish Cordial Coffee, where he's developed a unique and personal approach to coffee roasting without apprenticing under anyone else. “I wanted to find the skeleton key for each coffee,” Brandon explained, emphasizing his goal of unlocking the full potential of each bean. The café's first location in Berryville has been a community staple for nearly nine years. Recently, Cordial Coffee expanded to Strasburg, maintaining the same high standards and inviting atmosphere that customers have come to love. The new location is marked by its stunning copper espresso machine, a dream piece Brandon had long coveted, adding a touch of spectacle as soon as patrons walk through the door. Cordial Coffee is renowned for its made-to-order waffles and gluten-free oatmeal bowls, each customizable to suit individual tastes. Brandon proudly notes, “We make all of our own syrups. Our batter's made from scratch.” This dedication to quality extends to their coffee, which is roasted on-site in Berryville and sourced from trusted farmers. “Knowing how the coffee is grown and roasted is crucial to ensuring it tastes great,” Brandon remarked. The decision to open in Strasburg came about through a collaborative opportunity with Tom Price of Box Office Brewery. The synergy of the two businesses supports a vibrant community space, blending the day's coffee drinkers seamlessly with the brewery's evening patrons. Cordial Coffee's unique offerings include a house-developed Valencia syrup, featuring a delightful orange zest infusion, a favorite among patrons. Beyond just serving coffee, Brandon and his team strive to create meaningful experiences. Whether it's engaging in impromptu Q&A sessions about roasting or participating in local events, Cordial Coffee fosters a sense of community. As Brandon puts it, “We're trying to provide value and keep people happy with coming in, spending time in our shops.” This commitment to customer satisfaction and artisanal quality ensures Cordial Coffee stands out in the competitive world of coffee. Within Shenandoah County, the café is part of a lively community scene. Janet and Kary highlighted upcoming local events, like “Vintage in the Valley” and “Birds on the Bend,” which showcase the region's vibrant culture. Cordial Coffee is set to be a key player in these and many more events, further embedding itself in the fabric of the community. Cordial Coffee's story is one of passion, quality, and community. Whether you're indulging in a custom-built waffle or savoring a perfect mocha, the experience at Cordial Coffee is about more than just a great cup of coffee. It's about being part of something special, a place where every detail is crafted with care and every customer is treated like family. If you find yourself in Shenandoah County, Cordial Coffee is a must-visit destination. For more information, visit Cordial Coffee's website or follow them on Instagram. Don't miss out on the unique flavors and warm atmosphere that make Cordial Coffee a standout experience.

Cordial invitación a repensar nuestra visión de la salud y la longevidad. A través de una combinación de ciencia de vanguardia y consejos prácticos. Resumen del del Doctor Peter Attia.

Amy Castoro joins me to explore the concept of cordial hypocrisy. What it means and how families can avoid it – including the importance of creating, and cultivating, a family culture of open and honest communication. You can learn more about Amy's work here:  https://www.thewilliamsgroup.org/.  Or you can reach out to Amy's assistant here: joan@thewilliamsgroup.org. Do you have comments or suggestions about a topic or guest? An idea or question about conflict management or conflict resolution? Let me know at jb@dovetailresolutions.com! And you can learn more about me and my work as a mediator and a Certified CINERGY® Conflict Coach at www.dovetailresolutions.com and https://www.linkedin.com/in/janebeddall/.Enjoy the show for free on your favorite podcast app or on the podcast website: https://craftingsolutionstoconflict.com/

Norma Foley, Minister for Children, Equality & Disability; David Cullinane, Sinn Féin TD for Waterford; Ciaran Ahern, Labour TD for Dublin South-West

Tune in to this episode of the Security Token Show where this week Herwig Konings and Jason Barraza cover the industry leading headlines and market movements, including Figure raking in $200M, Mastercard tapping Ondo, and more RWA news. STM Predicts $30-50T in RWAs by 2030: https://docsend.com/view/7jx2nsjq6dsun2b9  Join the RWA Foundation and Read the Whitepaper: RWAF.xyz Read STM's Global Tokenized Real Estate Market Guide 2024: https://docsend.com/view/rrfjz7zxzqb9na2q  Read the December 2024 RWA Securities Market Update: https://docsend.com/view/6vf42wm8quhnttuv  Company of the Week - Herwig: Figure Company of the Week - Jason: Mastercard The Market Movements 1. SEC Drops Gensler Era Cases and Labels Memecoins Not Securities 2. Figure Launches JV with Sixth Street for RWA Liquidity, Sixth Street Invests $200M   3. Mastercard to Bring Ondo's OUSG to Mastercard Multi-Token Network 4. HBAR Foundation Invests into Fidelity International's MMF via Archax 5. Euroclear and Digital Asset Explore Collateral Mobility on Canton Global Collateral Network (GCN) 6. Franklin Templeton Expands Tokenized Funds with Luxembourg Launch 7. Robinhood CEO Vlad Tenev Endorses Tokenization and Crypto (Again!) The Token Debrief 1. Wintermute Enables Instant Redemptions for Janus Henderson Treasury Fund (JTRSY), Others to Follow 2. Mavryk Network Raises $5M for Expansion 3. MeaWallet and Backbase Partner on Tokenization Infrastructure for Australia and New Zealand 4. Exabits and GAIB to Tokenize GPU Compute Power & Yields 5. Zero-Trust Custody is Coming to NPEX via Cordial and Dusk Vault 6. Music Protocol to Tokenize Music Royalties on Plume Network 7. Apollo's $ACRED Investors Gain DeFi Access through Elixir's deUSD on Securitize 8. $SOMA Token to Launch April 30th Offering Ownership in HK's SOMA 9. VivaAerobus, Volaris Collaborate, and TravelX Announce That 70% of Mexico's Domestic Flights Are Now on Algorand ⏰ TABLE OF CONTENTS ⏰ 0:00 Introduction 0:16 Welcome 0:49 Announcing TokenizeThis 2025 1:50 Market Movements 15:45 RWA Foundation Weekly Update 17:18 The Token Debrief 23:32 Companies of The Week: Figure and Mastercard

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time. The Night StormSurrounded by flimsy, billowing nylon, the wind howled outside. The fly sheet occasionally touching the inner when the buffeting storm blew strongly enough, and patches of damp were beginning to appear where the outside was attempting to breach the inner. The light was fading outside and somehow the dankness of the evening was everywhere within. He stayed at the campsite while the others had headed for the village in the coast of Southwest Ireland. Local lads had told of a party, beer, and ‘opportunity'.Inside her large nylon tent with him, she also lay, the two rather unknown to one another. Her head at the far end, and his head near the zips, forming the door. Their two sleeping bags were zipped up, and they were each warm and safe, escaping as they had into the nearest dry tent they found. Her tent.The severe weather overtook the two after the rest of the group had departed for a party, in the village.There was a silent tension, which neither of them could quite understand. Cordial talk of home, of family and of newly forming college friendships. The trip was planned by just a few of those participating. But by word of mouth the invites expanded the event, until it became a motley crew of friends-of-friends-of-friends. She was invited by her friend next door, who was a cousin of the guy who invited a guy who invited him. Even the travel was done in a loose caravan. He drove his own SUV. She caught a ride in her neighbor's Honda Civic.Conversation flowed easily enough; but their bodies were somehow tense, his legs were restless.To break the growing silence, he shuffled out of his sleeping bag and explained that he was going to fetch water and his ‘head torch'. A flashlight gadget mounted to an elastic headband, for hands-free illumination. Was there anything she wanted?His tent was damaged when a pole snapped. They quickly grabbed his ‘essentials and took refuge in her ‘family tent' which she had all to herself.The others would be away for hours yet. Who knows if the other tents will survive this barrage?Arriving back, he carefully unzipped her tent door, He removed his boots and waterproofs, just inside; so as to keep them as dry as possible, and to prevent any remaining dry contents of the tent from getting wet. A ritual he had become so used to these last few days, of the perpetual Irish rain. As he entered the main section of the tent, a shiver ran down his spine as a drip fell down his face from his soaking wet hair.“Thank you for staying back at camp. I'm not sure how I'd feel about this weather, if I was alone on this strange coastline.” She said.“I wonder how the group is doing, and how bad the weather is where they are?” He wondered aloud.“Maybe they got in a jealous fight with some local guys, and are all now safe and sobering up in the county jail?” she giggled.She was watching his faint silhouette through the gloom. Then she sat up, holding out a slightly damp towel and rubbing his wet head. He collapsed on his bag, still shivering. He lay for a moment, noticing his head was near to hers this time; sensing her eyes on him, without looking himself. She pulled his open bag up over his body and to his chin. Then settled back into her own cocoon.The rain had increased its percussive hammering; at once deafening and consoling. Silence fell once more.After some time, she raised her arm above her head, stretching slightly with a yawn. He did the same. Held above, unsteady, arms began to move towards one another. Tiredness was mentioned, the rain, wondering how the party was going. Slowly, slowly, their hands met in mid-air. Fingers wrapped gently around fingers, a cold palm met a warm palm. He now understood the tension for the first time.Arms began to ache, held up as they were. They were lowered between bodies, bodies were turned towards one another in symmetrical, silent adjustment. The light was now so dim that little could be made out in the dark of the tent, but he didn't reach for his torch. They lay there for perhaps an hour, hand in hand, completely still and without a word uttered. He thawed out, warmed up, relaxed.She felt the sensuality of the moment, and deeply waited. At some point, they both noticed the breath of the other, first in the rise and fall of chests, and then in breath on cheeks, breath on lips. They became synchronous, breathing deeply, imagining each other's face, only centimeters away from their own. At some point their lips finally met.Both he and she were filled with the yearning of youth, yet relaxed and warm, protected from the elements, protected by each other. Their kiss was deep and relaxed. Her full lips parted and her tongue slipped slowly into his mouth, sensing for the first time his heat, his desire. His senses awakened, he became aware of the smell of wood smoke on their clothes, the smell of her hair.He brought a hand up to her neck, felt her dark hair between his fingers as he held her close. Their tongues explored each other's lips, their faces and necks, and the pouring rain disappeared amidst their enjoyment. She shifted her body, unzipping her sleeping bag and pulling his leg across, his between hers. She put a hand on the small of his back, he mirrored her movements. His hand glancing across her back, feeling ribbed cotton of her top, her skin beneath. Her hand gliding up. under his flannel shirt, tingling his bare skin.On they kissed, their mouths wet and hot. Somehow, without either being aware, their bodies were now pressing together more, as he put his hand gently over her ass. His denim jeans became slightly stiff as he moved his hand, feeling the contours of her behind. He felt her thigh press ever so gently around his own, felt as his cock began to respond to her movement. This was what he had been hoping for, what he had imagined so many times, back in the city. Her movements became more and more definite, and his confidence grew. Her hands were on his ass now, and he sensed her need for more.His hand went up her side smoothly, in one movement. He felt the bottom of her bra and the bulge of her small breasts beneath her vest top. Her breathing began to deepen as his thumb cupped her. Full breast.In a graceful motion, she arched her back and lifted off her top, then settled back down, flat on her back. Without any self-awareness, his body rolled on his side, to fill the vacuum left by her re-positioning. He could feel the slightly elastic cotton material of her bra more clearly under his fingers now. He felt the plain hem as the cotton dipped towards the middle of her chest. She was perfectly formed, her breast fitting perfectly into his hand. As his fingers reached the underwire of her bra, he reached into the other side, feeling the flesh of her breast for the first time. She jumped as his hand brushed over her nipple, her tongue pushing further into his mouth as they embraced.Fingers retracted slightly, and his index finger and thumb held her tiny nipple gently. It was hard and clearly sensitive, judging by her reactions, and the skin around it was the softest he had ever felt. His erection was now clearly felt by both of them.He fumbled as he attempted to unclip her bra, only to discover the absence of any back clips at all.She came to the rescue, reaching into the valley between her orbs, and flicking the front clasp in a swift release. The stretch cloth cups swiftly retracted, instantly stripping her tits of any further obstructions.She was laughing with him as she lifted it over her arms. With the strappy garment out of the way, she reached her far hand around his shoulder, and leveraged her torso and hips, so the two were pressing their pelvises against each other, still clothed and getting hotter.In the dimness of the evening, neither of them was able to see each other. Now he would have to explore by touch alone. Neither could benefit from the facial expressions of the other. Their actions stood alone, in expressing desire and pleasure.Her pelvis was rocking backwards and forwards against him in a slow and steady rhythm as he lowered his head to affectionately kiss each of her nipples. Less noticeable was his ascent over her body. He lay above her, his body arched as his lips and tongue explored first one, and then the other. The skin around her nipples began to wrinkle and tighten. His elbows propped his torso up, while his hands held two perfect orbs, as she breathily told him how good it felt.As he sucked her, she felt his sucking on her nipples deeply across her body. In her breast, in her stomach, between her legs.When she could stand no more, she pulled him over and before he knew it, he was flat on his back, just inches from the sidewall of the tent, and she was once again kissing him deeply.Her hands found his defined chest, before plunging downwards, toward his waist.He grimaced and her weight on his cock became a discomfort.As her pelvis twerked aggressively, she felt his erection through his trousers for the first time. Instinctively she shuffled down on his thighs, as her hand reached his bound up cock.He subconsciously pinched her nipples hard, and her fingers pinched his phallic crown.They broke to re-center themselves in the center of the tent. Then she knelt straddling his thighs. She was now knelt and vertical, over his thighs, and fumbling to find his zipper waistband snap.. Her gentle movements up and down his erection became more and more confident, and she took his hand, guiding it to her still-clothed crotch..He had heard about girls getting hot, but he was still astonished at how much warmth was radiating from her. He could feel the shape of her vulva beneath her jeans, could feel her athletic legs as they joined her torso. Suddenly there was a desperation in the tent. Both she and he became impatient to explore further. She finally unsnapped and unzipped his barrier, and pulled his trousers open. He arched to raise his ass off the floor. She quickly slid his jeans down to his ankles. Meanwhile he removed his top.As he was doing, so she sat back and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them over her slim hips, then sat back while she drew her legs up, to finish removing the tight, form-fitting blue jeans. Her knees were now raised in the tent as she pulled the tight denim over her ankles. He pictured what she would look like, imagined her legs now free for him to explore. She leaned back, supported by her extended arms, while she enjoyed his explorations.He took her foot, still raised towards her chest, and traced her smooth leg up her calf, past her knee. He felt as the flesh softened on the underside of her thigh, felt as it curved up towards her ass cheek.And then he felt them. Her pants were as he had imagined. Plain, thin snug cotton from the feel of them. He cupped her buttocks in both hands. In the pitch dark he was feeling her open her hips up so his hands could feel the inside of her thighs. The unspoken invite compelled him to reach inwards, to feel the edge of her knickers.He was not at all certain. He'd heard others talk of course, had read things. But he had never been able to do this before. A surge of anxiety suddenly flooded his body. Uncertainty threatened to take over.As if by instinct, she took charge. Taking his hand, she moved it across her vulva, rested it on the hot mound which was beneath the thin layer of cotton stretched across it. He felt her thin pubic hairs beneath, the damp line forming where he knew her opening lay.He moved his fingers across the place where he imagined her clitoris would be. That's when he felt her cleft, the softening of her, the point at which his finger was able to press a little deeper, where the resistance of her crotch gave way to heat and openness. He stroked in small circles, finding a rhythm and the right place. He was quickly learning by her breathing and subtle movement. Her soft panting was a good indication of her enjoyment, his insecurity beginning to disappear.She slid both her hands up is thighs, then felt the tight fabric of his boxers. Gently feeling the ascending contours, she fingers met at the apex, when she heard his groan.He saw none of this, lying there in the deep darkness of this rainy night. But the soft touch disappeared from his phallic crown. Then he felt two soft hands on his inner thighs. They explored the caverns under his loose boxer shorts, until they again met at the maypole of this holiday.Her thumbs rubbed the underside of his rigid mast, while her index fingers gently petted his wide spongy crown.The hefty and labored breathing instinctively counseled her to redirect her affections.She slid the fingers of both her hands down, around his hairy sack. While she elevated the package, both her thumbs explored the enclosed contents. Two plump meatballs responded to her thumbs' manipulation. She even explored the cords and tubes which came from the balls and exited up into his pelvis.Then she extracted both hands and slid them up over his remaining garment. At the top of his hips, she firmly hooked the waistband and pulled at his boxer shorts, thus releasing his erection in the cold of the tent. He felt as one hand cupped his balls, massaging him slowly, as the other hand wrapped his naked cock again. He feared he would not be able to hold on, but his focus on her enjoyment and the temperature of the tent helped him push this urging aside for now.She explored his textures and shapes with her thumb. He groaned and sat up, as she began to move her hand up and down his cock. She felt every detail of his length, his foreskin, the tip of him wet with precum now on her thumb.She lifted her knees up once more, enabling him to pull her panties over her hips and up her legs, as carefully as he could. He was on his knees as her legs extended out, now finally free of restrictive fabrics.She pulled him against her bosom as she laid her legs down to his side, and they lay beside one another. He cupped her bare ass with one hand, while his other arm wrapped under her shoulder, to stroke her back.He was feeling his cock upwardly pressed between their hot bodies on the mess of sleeping bags. Their kiss was more open and natural than before. They lay together, her breasts against his bare chest. Again her hips began to move, his leg upper leg between hers. Her upper leg slowly came up and her lower leg hooked around his ass, so they could move as one. And this time, his movements matched hers. His hard cock rubbing against her soft downy pubic hair. It was exquisite.His hands reached around her toned ass until he felt her warmth, and his fingers traced the edge of her soft outer labia, her tender skin covered with fine hairs. She rotated her hips back, giving his fingers increased access, and his heart raced as he felt up to where they met once more above her clitoris. Her tongue licked the nape of his neck as he began, ever so tentatively, to circle her nub with his finger. Then his thumb began slipping ever so slightly between her hot folds. He had never felt anything so sublime. He felt her tiny clit grow beneath his finger, the wetness on his finger gliding across, around, within.Her wetness was like hot syrup, slippery and inviting. He was desperate to explore.Sensing his desire, she rolled onto her back, allowing her legs to part slightly. He got to his knees once again, still making love as a blind man. He stroked her legs gently, following her contours from both her knees up to her vulva. He felt the soft line of pubic hair and used both hands to offer the softest line around her now-engorged lips. As his fingers met at her clitoris, he allowed his left hand to part her a little, his right feeling her wetness fully for the first time, and she nearly came immediately when his finger slipped easily into her tight cunt.He shuffled astride her body a little, allowing her hands to reach him once more, at the moment she drew a finger from the base of his cock all the way to his tip. His sack nuzzled between her crotch, his pole elevated like the canon of a battleship.He scooted back down a bit, to further explore the dark cave of her womb, where he discovered the hot ridges of muscle within her body as she tilted her hips towards him. He heard her pant as he began to move his finger inside her. Her one hand came to her clitoris, to accent his strokes, while her other hand embraced and stroked slowly on his erection as he began to understand how to please her.Her right hand now rubbing her clitoris vigorously. She told him to add another finger, and the sounds became louder, her voice, his voice, the wetness between her legs as his fingers moved within. In the dark and with the others miles away, there was no need to hold back.His fingers working in and out of her soaking hole, and he felt her muscles contract around his digits as her pace grew more and more frantic on his cock. "I'm going to come" she cried in a guttural voice he hadn't heard before, and her legs began to shake as she lifted her ass up towards him. He felt as she squeezed his fingers with her strong vaginal muscles and surge after surge of contractions around his fingers were matched with her squeezing of his cock as she choked it. As she shouted, he groaned. His senses lost equilibrium as his hips began to tingle. Then a pressure hit his cock and streams of his seed flowed from him. She felt the heat of his semen as it landed in strings across her stomach and groin.They collapsed in an exhausted embrace. His fingers slipped from her cunt, and she released his scepter, as their orgasms pervaded.He laid over her, with a thin layer of semen allowing their torsos to slip and slide. Their breathing steadied as they kissed once more, a first time for both of them, the evening's pleasures replaying in both of their minds as they drifted into dreams, the rain still hammering on the tent and the wind howling around them as they slept.He awoke in a tangle of limbs and clothes. It was now light outside the tent, but there was no sign of life from the others yet. The rain had stopped and he noticed the special quiet that often emerges after a storm. Then, he noticed how cold he was.Gathering her sleeping bag around them both, he pulled her close, her body was warmer than his. His hands held her tanned shoulder, the muscles of her upper back flexing slightly as she brought herself towards him in her slumber.She rolled him onto his back, then rested her head on his bare chest. The thick sleeping bag pulled up over both their heads.He felt as her breasts pressed against his chest, her twitch he moved his hand to the small of her back. He began to doze off, half asleep once more, and yet he couldn't help but imagine, to remember the night before, and to fantasize about what might lie ahead.She was next to stir. Her brown eyes opened, taking in the man she had allowed to be so close last night. A private smile, a finger on his blonde eyebrow, tracing the shape of his angular face, his nose. And now he awoke, their eyes meeting as each pulled the other closer in the cold.She felt as his hand moved lower, cupping her ass softly as she sighed. Morning greetings were made, eye contact holding, smiles being shared.They kissed with the softness of morning, the urgency of the night before now gone. Each looked into the others' eyes as their lips parted, their tongues meeting in a slow and comforting silence. Their kiss lasted a long time. Neither could tell exactly how long, but he was warm after a while, they both were. Their hands explored backs, legs, necks. She felt the enlargement as he became hard, her wetness returning.They both held their breaths as they heard the outer zip of the other tents being undone. The sounds of waking humans, of weary friends beginning to emerge from their tents, of questions being asked.Morning fantasies faced a detour for the two of them, without words spoken, they hugged tightly, in resignation of their mutual disappointment.He offered to get up and make breakfast. She watched him get dressed as she regathered covers around her body. Saw his erection, his cock, for the first time. She rested her head on her hand, propped up at the elbow. She was staring with a glint of admiration in her visage. The turgid cock was slightly longer than she had imagined, not too girthy, but beautifully formed.He was conscious of her eyes on him, feeling both excited and nervous. He turned to her, just glimpsing her small hard nipples before she winked and covered herself completely with the sleeping bag. She was disappointed at his leaving.The others straggled to rise and gather. The conversation over breakfast was stilted and slow. Heads were fuzzy and it took a long time for the stories of the previous night to begin to be told.The party, those girls, the long walk home as the sun was coming up. Nobody asked the remnant couple about their night. They were glad, exchanging glances, winks, and smiles; as eggs were fried and tea consumed. The day got off to a slow start. It was clear this was to be the pace of the day, a new couple out of sync with the rest of the group. As most lounged around, lazily; attempting to dry wet clothes after last night's deluge, they prepared to explore.She slipped her hand into his as they walked towards the dunes, their bodies side-by-side, a magic tension building once more between them. The warm greyness of the morning was comforting and they walked for some miles up the desolate shore, not a person to be seen, sandpipers and oystercatchers the only accompaniment to the gentle wash of the tide and their conversation. They stopped to listen, facing out towards America, all those thousands of miles away, felt the wind in their faces, became aware of their heartbeats.She suggested it, and he was unsure at first, but soon, they were both laughing as they dropped their bundles, stripped their layers, and ran, towards the sea. She in her tee shirt and pants, he in his boxers. They charged into the waves, feeling the cold saltwater as it slapped their legs, their hips, their stomachs, and for what felt like minutes, but was probably merely seconds, they swam, shouting and laughing, splashing and catching their breath as the freezing water tried to take it away. He watched as she dove in, her beautiful figure, her black hair sleek against her long neck. It was exhilarating for them both, a chance to be excited, stimulated.He ran, chased by her, back to the shallows, back to the sand. They headed back to their bags amongst the grassed-over dunes where the wind was kinder and where they felt enclosed once more. She saw goosebumps on his shoulders, his skin red from the salt and the cold, water dripping down his cheeks.He watched her as she watched him, observing her dark nipples, hard with the cold, capping the bulge of her breasts under her white cotton tee shirt. They were even more beautiful than he had imagined from touch alone.Small, firm, well-defined, perfectly in proportion. His eyes glanced downwards and he noticed her knickers had also become sheer in the water. Her pubic hair was clearly visible to him beneath. He saw the red lines her knickers had left on her thighs before she had pulled them up, defining the curve of her mons more clearly than before, and he followed her tanned legs down to her slender ankles, her small feet. They watched one another for some time, not a word spoken, and without any sense of self-consciousness. Each taking the other in, with a sort of shivering curiosity that neither had experienced before.She eventually reached for her bag and began to rifle around for towels. They stood facing each other and wrapped themselves in a single large bath sheet. The instant warmth a welcome contrast to the sea air against their skin. Instinctively he placed his hands on her hips, feeling her cold fingers on the small of his back.To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by Josh stone for Literotica.

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time. The Night StormSurrounded by flimsy, billowing nylon, the wind howled outside. The fly sheet occasionally touching the inner when the buffeting storm blew strongly enough, and patches of damp were beginning to appear where the outside was attempting to breach the inner. The light was fading outside and somehow the dankness of the evening was everywhere within. He stayed at the campsite while the others had headed for the village in the coast of Southwest Ireland. Local lads had told of a party, beer, and ‘opportunity'.Inside her large nylon tent with him, she also lay, the two rather unknown to one another. Her head at the far end, and his head near the zips, forming the door. Their two sleeping bags were zipped up, and they were each warm and safe, escaping as they had into the nearest dry tent they found. Her tent.The severe weather overtook the two after the rest of the group had departed for a party, in the village.There was a silent tension, which neither of them could quite understand. Cordial talk of home, of family and of newly forming college friendships. The trip was planned by just a few of those participating. But by word of mouth the invites expanded the event, until it became a motley crew of friends-of-friends-of-friends. She was invited by her friend next door, who was a cousin of the guy who invited a guy who invited him. Even the travel was done in a loose caravan. He drove his own SUV. She caught a ride in her neighbor's Honda Civic.Conversation flowed easily enough; but their bodies were somehow tense, his legs were restless.To break the growing silence, he shuffled out of his sleeping bag and explained that he was going to fetch water and his ‘head torch'. A flashlight gadget mounted to an elastic headband, for hands-free illumination. Was there anything she wanted?His tent was damaged when a pole snapped. They quickly grabbed his ‘essentials and took refuge in her ‘family tent' which she had all to herself.The others would be away for hours yet. Who knows if the other tents will survive this barrage?Arriving back, he carefully unzipped her tent door, He removed his boots and waterproofs, just inside; so as to keep them as dry as possible, and to prevent any remaining dry contents of the tent from getting wet. A ritual he had become so used to these last few days, of the perpetual Irish rain. As he entered the main section of the tent, a shiver ran down his spine as a drip fell down his face from his soaking wet hair.“Thank you for staying back at camp. I'm not sure how I'd feel about this weather, if I was alone on this strange coastline.” She said.“I wonder how the group is doing, and how bad the weather is where they are?” He wondered aloud.“Maybe they got in a jealous fight with some local guys, and are all now safe and sobering up in the county jail?” she giggled.She was watching his faint silhouette through the gloom. Then she sat up, holding out a slightly damp towel and rubbing his wet head. He collapsed on his bag, still shivering. He lay for a moment, noticing his head was near to hers this time; sensing her eyes on him, without looking himself. She pulled his open bag up over his body and to his chin. Then settled back into her own cocoon.The rain had increased its percussive hammering; at once deafening and consoling. Silence fell once more.After some time, she raised her arm above her head, stretching slightly with a yawn. He did the same. Held above, unsteady, arms began to move towards one another. Tiredness was mentioned, the rain, wondering how the party was going. Slowly, slowly, their hands met in mid-air. Fingers wrapped gently around fingers, a cold palm met a warm palm. He now understood the tension for the first time.Arms began to ache, held up as they were. They were lowered between bodies, bodies were turned towards one another in symmetrical, silent adjustment. The light was now so dim that little could be made out in the dark of the tent, but he didn't reach for his torch. They lay there for perhaps an hour, hand in hand, completely still and without a word uttered. He thawed out, warmed up, relaxed.She felt the sensuality of the moment, and deeply waited. At some point, they both noticed the breath of the other, first in the rise and fall of chests, and then in breath on cheeks, breath on lips. They became synchronous, breathing deeply, imagining each other's face, only centimeters away from their own. At some point their lips finally met.Both he and she were filled with the yearning of youth, yet relaxed and warm, protected from the elements, protected by each other. Their kiss was deep and relaxed. Her full lips parted and her tongue slipped slowly into his mouth, sensing for the first time his heat, his desire. His senses awakened, he became aware of the smell of wood smoke on their clothes, the smell of her hair.He brought a hand up to her neck, felt her dark hair between his fingers as he held her close. Their tongues explored each other's lips, their faces and necks, and the pouring rain disappeared amidst their enjoyment. She shifted her body, unzipping her sleeping bag and pulling his leg across, his between hers. She put a hand on the small of his back, he mirrored her movements. His hand glancing across her back, feeling ribbed cotton of her top, her skin beneath. Her hand gliding up. under his flannel shirt, tingling his bare skin.On they kissed, their mouths wet and hot. Somehow, without either being aware, their bodies were now pressing together more, as he put his hand gently over her ass. His denim jeans became slightly stiff as he moved his hand, feeling the contours of her behind. He felt her thigh press ever so gently around his own, felt as his cock began to respond to her movement. This was what he had been hoping for, what he had imagined so many times, back in the city. Her movements became more and more definite, and his confidence grew. Her hands were on his ass now, and he sensed her need for more.His hand went up her side smoothly, in one movement. He felt the bottom of her bra and the bulge of her small breasts beneath her vest top. Her breathing began to deepen as his thumb cupped her. Full breast.In a graceful motion, she arched her back and lifted off her top, then settled back down, flat on her back. Without any self-awareness, his body rolled on his side, to fill the vacuum left by her re-positioning. He could feel the slightly elastic cotton material of her bra more clearly under his fingers now. He felt the plain hem as the cotton dipped towards the middle of her chest. She was perfectly formed, her breast fitting perfectly into his hand. As his fingers reached the underwire of her bra, he reached into the other side, feeling the flesh of her breast for the first time. She jumped as his hand brushed over her nipple, her tongue pushing further into his mouth as they embraced.Fingers retracted slightly, and his index finger and thumb held her tiny nipple gently. It was hard and clearly sensitive, judging by her reactions, and the skin around it was the softest he had ever felt. His erection was now clearly felt by both of them.He fumbled as he attempted to unclip her bra, only to discover the absence of any back clips at all.She came to the rescue, reaching into the valley between her orbs, and flicking the front clasp in a swift release. The stretch cloth cups swiftly retracted, instantly stripping her tits of any further obstructions.She was laughing with him as she lifted it over her arms. With the strappy garment out of the way, she reached her far hand around his shoulder, and leveraged her torso and hips, so the two were pressing their pelvises against each other, still clothed and getting hotter.In the dimness of the evening, neither of them was able to see each other. Now he would have to explore by touch alone. Neither could benefit from the facial expressions of the other. Their actions stood alone, in expressing desire and pleasure.Her pelvis was rocking backwards and forwards against him in a slow and steady rhythm as he lowered his head to affectionately kiss each of her nipples. Less noticeable was his ascent over her body. He lay above her, his body arched as his lips and tongue explored first one, and then the other. The skin around her nipples began to wrinkle and tighten. His elbows propped his torso up, while his hands held two perfect orbs, as she breathily told him how good it felt.As he sucked her, she felt his sucking on her nipples deeply across her body. In her breast, in her stomach, between her legs.When she could stand no more, she pulled him over and before he knew it, he was flat on his back, just inches from the sidewall of the tent, and she was once again kissing him deeply.Her hands found his defined chest, before plunging downwards, toward his waist.He grimaced and her weight on his cock became a discomfort.As her pelvis twerked aggressively, she felt his erection through his trousers for the first time. Instinctively she shuffled down on his thighs, as her hand reached his bound up cock.He subconsciously pinched her nipples hard, and her fingers pinched his phallic crown.They broke to re-center themselves in the center of the tent. Then she knelt straddling his thighs. She was now knelt and vertical, over his thighs, and fumbling to find his zipper waistband snap.. Her gentle movements up and down his erection became more and more confident, and she took his hand, guiding it to her still-clothed crotch..He had heard about girls getting hot, but he was still astonished at how much warmth was radiating from her. He could feel the shape of her vulva beneath her jeans, could feel her athletic legs as they joined her torso. Suddenly there was a desperation in the tent. Both she and he became impatient to explore further. She finally unsnapped and unzipped his barrier, and pulled his trousers open. He arched to raise his ass off the floor. She quickly slid his jeans down to his ankles. Meanwhile he removed his top.As he was doing, so she sat back and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them over her slim hips, then sat back while she drew her legs up, to finish removing the tight, form-fitting blue jeans. Her knees were now raised in the tent as she pulled the tight denim over her ankles. He pictured what she would look like, imagined her legs now free for him to explore. She leaned back, supported by her extended arms, while she enjoyed his explorations.He took her foot, still raised towards her chest, and traced her smooth leg up her calf, past her knee. He felt as the flesh softened on the underside of her thigh, felt as it curved up towards her ass cheek.And then he felt them. Her pants were as he had imagined. Plain, thin snug cotton from the feel of them. He cupped her buttocks in both hands. In the pitch dark he was feeling her open her hips up so his hands could feel the inside of her thighs. The unspoken invite compelled him to reach inwards, to feel the edge of her knickers.He was not at all certain. He'd heard others talk of course, had read things. But he had never been able to do this before. A surge of anxiety suddenly flooded his body. Uncertainty threatened to take over.As if by instinct, she took charge. Taking his hand, she moved it across her vulva, rested it on the hot mound which was beneath the thin layer of cotton stretched across it. He felt her thin pubic hairs beneath, the damp line forming where he knew her opening lay.He moved his fingers across the place where he imagined her clitoris would be. That's when he felt her cleft, the softening of her, the point at which his finger was able to press a little deeper, where the resistance of her crotch gave way to heat and openness. He stroked in small circles, finding a rhythm and the right place. He was quickly learning by her breathing and subtle movement. Her soft panting was a good indication of her enjoyment, his insecurity beginning to disappear.She slid both her hands up is thighs, then felt the tight fabric of his boxers. Gently feeling the ascending contours, she fingers met at the apex, when she heard his groan.He saw none of this, lying there in the deep darkness of this rainy night. But the soft touch disappeared from his phallic crown. Then he felt two soft hands on his inner thighs. They explored the caverns under his loose boxer shorts, until they again met at the maypole of this holiday.Her thumbs rubbed the underside of his rigid mast, while her index fingers gently petted his wide spongy crown.The hefty and labored breathing instinctively counseled her to redirect her affections.She slid the fingers of both her hands down, around his hairy sack. While she elevated the package, both her thumbs explored the enclosed contents. Two plump meatballs responded to her thumbs' manipulation. She even explored the cords and tubes which came from the balls and exited up into his pelvis.Then she extracted both hands and slid them up over his remaining garment. At the top of his hips, she firmly hooked the waistband and pulled at his boxer shorts, thus releasing his erection in the cold of the tent. He felt as one hand cupped his balls, massaging him slowly, as the other hand wrapped his naked cock again. He feared he would not be able to hold on, but his focus on her enjoyment and the temperature of the tent helped him push this urging aside for now.She explored his textures and shapes with her thumb. He groaned and sat up, as she began to move her hand up and down his cock. She felt every detail of his length, his foreskin, the tip of him wet with precum now on her thumb.She lifted her knees up once more, enabling him to pull her panties over her hips and up her legs, as carefully as he could. He was on his knees as her legs extended out, now finally free of restrictive fabrics.She pulled him against her bosom as she laid her legs down to his side, and they lay beside one another. He cupped her bare ass with one hand, while his other arm wrapped under her shoulder, to stroke her back.He was feeling his cock upwardly pressed between their hot bodies on the mess of sleeping bags. Their kiss was more open and natural than before. They lay together, her breasts against his bare chest. Again her hips began to move, his leg upper leg between hers. Her upper leg slowly came up and her lower leg hooked around his ass, so they could move as one. And this time, his movements matched hers. His hard cock rubbing against her soft downy pubic hair. It was exquisite.His hands reached around her toned ass until he felt her warmth, and his fingers traced the edge of her soft outer labia, her tender skin covered with fine hairs. She rotated her hips back, giving his fingers increased access, and his heart raced as he felt up to where they met once more above her clitoris. Her tongue licked the nape of his neck as he began, ever so tentatively, to circle her nub with his finger. Then his thumb began slipping ever so slightly between her hot folds. He had never felt anything so sublime. He felt her tiny clit grow beneath his finger, the wetness on his finger gliding across, around, within.Her wetness was like hot syrup, slippery and inviting. He was desperate to explore.Sensing his desire, she rolled onto her back, allowing her legs to part slightly. He got to his knees once again, still making love as a blind man. He stroked her legs gently, following her contours from both her knees up to her vulva. He felt the soft line of pubic hair and used both hands to offer the softest line around her now-engorged lips. As his fingers met at her clitoris, he allowed his left hand to part her a little, his right feeling her wetness fully for the first time, and she nearly came immediately when his finger slipped easily into her tight cunt.He shuffled astride her body a little, allowing her hands to reach him once more, at the moment she drew a finger from the base of his cock all the way to his tip. His sack nuzzled between her crotch, his pole elevated like the canon of a battleship.He scooted back down a bit, to further explore the dark cave of her womb, where he discovered the hot ridges of muscle within her body as she tilted her hips towards him. He heard her pant as he began to move his finger inside her. Her one hand came to her clitoris, to accent his strokes, while her other hand embraced and stroked slowly on his erection as he began to understand how to please her.Her right hand now rubbing her clitoris vigorously. She told him to add another finger, and the sounds became louder, her voice, his voice, the wetness between her legs as his fingers moved within. In the dark and with the others miles away, there was no need to hold back.His fingers working in and out of her soaking hole, and he felt her muscles contract around his digits as her pace grew more and more frantic on his cock. "I'm going to come" she cried in a guttural voice he hadn't heard before, and her legs began to shake as she lifted her ass up towards him. He felt as she squeezed his fingers with her strong vaginal muscles and surge after surge of contractions around his fingers were matched with her squeezing of his cock as she choked it. As she shouted, he groaned. His senses lost equilibrium as his hips began to tingle. Then a pressure hit his cock and streams of his seed flowed from him. She felt the heat of his semen as it landed in strings across her stomach and groin.They collapsed in an exhausted embrace. His fingers slipped from her cunt, and she released his scepter, as their orgasms pervaded.He laid over her, with a thin layer of semen allowing their torsos to slip and slide. Their breathing steadied as they kissed once more, a first time for both of them, the evening's pleasures replaying in both of their minds as they drifted into dreams, the rain still hammering on the tent and the wind howling around them as they slept.He awoke in a tangle of limbs and clothes. It was now light outside the tent, but there was no sign of life from the others yet. The rain had stopped and he noticed the special quiet that often emerges after a storm. Then, he noticed how cold he was.Gathering her sleeping bag around them both, he pulled her close, her body was warmer than his. His hands held her tanned shoulder, the muscles of her upper back flexing slightly as she brought herself towards him in her slumber.She rolled him onto his back, then rested her head on his bare chest. The thick sleeping bag pulled up over both their heads.He felt as her breasts pressed against his chest, her twitch he moved his hand to the small of her back. He began to doze off, half asleep once more, and yet he couldn't help but imagine, to remember the night before, and to fantasize about what might lie ahead.She was next to stir. Her brown eyes opened, taking in the man she had allowed to be so close last night. A private smile, a finger on his blonde eyebrow, tracing the shape of his angular face, his nose. And now he awoke, their eyes meeting as each pulled the other closer in the cold.She felt as his hand moved lower, cupping her ass softly as she sighed. Morning greetings were made, eye contact holding, smiles being shared.They kissed with the softness of morning, the urgency of the night before now gone. Each looked into the others' eyes as their lips parted, their tongues meeting in a slow and comforting silence. Their kiss lasted a long time. Neither could tell exactly how long, but he was warm after a while, they both were. Their hands explored backs, legs, necks. She felt the enlargement as he became hard, her wetness returning.They both held their breaths as they heard the outer zip of the other tents being undone. The sounds of waking humans, of weary friends beginning to emerge from their tents, of questions being asked.Morning fantasies faced a detour for the two of them, without words spoken, they hugged tightly, in resignation of their mutual disappointment.He offered to get up and make breakfast. She watched him get dressed as she regathered covers around her body. Saw his erection, his cock, for the first time. She rested her head on her hand, propped up at the elbow. She was staring with a glint of admiration in her visage. The turgid cock was slightly longer than she had imagined, not too girthy, but beautifully formed.He was conscious of her eyes on him, feeling both excited and nervous. He turned to her, just glimpsing her small hard nipples before she winked and covered herself completely with the sleeping bag. She was disappointed at his leaving.The others straggled to rise and gather. The conversation over breakfast was stilted and slow. Heads were fuzzy and it took a long time for the stories of the previous night to begin to be told.The party, those girls, the long walk home as the sun was coming up. Nobody asked the remnant couple about their night. They were glad, exchanging glances, winks, and smiles; as eggs were fried and tea consumed. The day got off to a slow start. It was clear this was to be the pace of the day, a new couple out of sync with the rest of the group. As most lounged around, lazily; attempting to dry wet clothes after last night's deluge, they prepared to explore.She slipped her hand into his as they walked towards the dunes, their bodies side-by-side, a magic tension building once more between them. The warm greyness of the morning was comforting and they walked for some miles up the desolate shore, not a person to be seen, sandpipers and oystercatchers the only accompaniment to the gentle wash of the tide and their conversation. They stopped to listen, facing out towards America, all those thousands of miles away, felt the wind in their faces, became aware of their heartbeats.She suggested it, and he was unsure at first, but soon, they were both laughing as they dropped their bundles, stripped their layers, and ran, towards the sea. She in her tee shirt and pants, he in his boxers. They charged into the waves, feeling the cold saltwater as it slapped their legs, their hips, their stomachs, and for what felt like minutes, but was probably merely seconds, they swam, shouting and laughing, splashing and catching their breath as the freezing water tried to take it away. He watched as she dove in, her beautiful figure, her black hair sleek against her long neck. It was exhilarating for them both, a chance to be excited, stimulated.He ran, chased by her, back to the shallows, back to the sand. They headed back to their bags amongst the grassed-over dunes where the wind was kinder and where they felt enclosed once more. She saw goosebumps on his shoulders, his skin red from the salt and the cold, water dripping down his cheeks.He watched her as she watched him, observing her dark nipples, hard with the cold, capping the bulge of her breasts under her white cotton tee shirt. They were even more beautiful than he had imagined from touch alone.Small, firm, well-defined, perfectly in proportion. His eyes glanced downwards and he noticed her knickers had also become sheer in the water. Her pubic hair was clearly visible to him beneath. He saw the red lines her knickers had left on her thighs before she had pulled them up, defining the curve of her mons more clearly than before, and he followed her tanned legs down to her slender ankles, her small feet. They watched one another for some time, not a word spoken, and without any sense of self-consciousness. Each taking the other in, with a sort of shivering curiosity that neither had experienced before.She eventually reached for her bag and began to rifle around for towels. They stood facing each other and wrapped themselves in a single large bath sheet. The instant warmth a welcome contrast to the sea air against their skin. Instinctively he placed his hands on her hips, feeling her cold fingers on the small of his back.To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by Josh stone for Literotica.

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In this week's episode, Daisy and Olivia tackle some Gs in the history of medicine: glass delusion, gangrene and Godfrey's Cordial. _______________ Follow us on: Twitter - @RCPEHeritage Instagram - @physiciansgallery TikTok - @physiciansgallery Facebook - www.facebook.com/PhysiciansGallery Sign up for our newsletter - www.rcpe.ac.uk/newsletter To support heritage at the RCPE, please donate: www.rcpe.ac.uk/donate _______________ The Team: Olivia Howarth (@oh_archives) - Researcher/Presenter Dr Charlotte Holmes (@_CCHolmes_) - Researcher/Presenter Dr Daisy Cunynghame (@RCPEHeritage) - Researcher/Presenter Laura Burgess (@laura.burgess.18) - Producer/Social Media/Presenter Dr Sarah Hayward - Editor/Producer

In this week's episode, Daisy and Olivia tackle some Gs in the history of medicine: glass delusion, gangrene and Godfrey's Cordial. _______________ Follow us on: Twitter - @RCPEHeritage Instagram - @physiciansgallery TikTok - @physiciansgallery Facebook - www.facebook.com/PhysiciansGallery Sign up for our newsletter - www.rcpe.ac.uk/newsletter To support heritage at the RCPE, please donate: www.rcpe.ac.uk/donate _______________ The Team: Olivia Howarth (@oh_archives) - Researcher/Presenter Dr Charlotte Holmes (@_CCHolmes_) - Researcher/Presenter Dr Daisy Cunynghame (@RCPEHeritage) - Researcher/Presenter Laura Burgess (@laura.burgess.18) - Producer/Social Media/Presenter Dr Sarah Hayward - Editor/Producer

What's up Bros? Welcome to part 2 of our RHOBH recap! We pick up at the Viper Room for Erika's event. Sutton expresses concern to J Tilly that shes nervous about Boz getting the wrong impression after Boz said Sutton weaponized Dorit's pain. She immediately approaches Boz in the Viper Room and says "dont weaponize!"... they have a discussion and Boz keeps it cordial in person, but in a confessional its pretty clear that Boz is skeptical of Sutton to say the least... Kyle brings her new pal Kesha to the event and can't help but make a joke regarding the Morgan Wade stuff, to which we say, if you dont want us to talk about it... Why are you bringing it up again? Erika debuts her new single and the ladies sit around the table and Dorit wastes no time getting into it with Kyle trying to figure out the relationship she has with PK. Sutton says another off-color comment that Dorit "can't shield her kids forever" and while we do think that she is attempting to speak from a place of understanding, there is far too much stank on what she said AND she broke rule number 1 of leaving the kids out of it, so this was a huge swing in a miss on her part. This leads to her and Dorit being "CORDIAL" from here on out and not friends. Kyle and Dorit get back into it and the whole group agrees its pretty strange that Kyle and PK still text, even though Kyle continues to defend it. Things escalate and now Kyle is done with Dorit. Who knows where this feud will go but so far this has been an entertaining season and we are hoping they can continue this way. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This podcast is a short daily audio provided by the online recovery group Transitions Daily. The daily distribution consists of different recovery quotes from various resources, including; Twenty-Four Hours a Day, A.A. Thought for the Day, Daily Reflections, Big Book Quote, Just for Today, As Bill Sees It, plus more! Transitions Daily also distributes this same content in a daily email with a secret Facebook group for discussion. Go to www.DailyAAEmails.com for more information.   Do you want to stop drinking? Have you ever listened to sobriety podcasts? Does alcoholism or addiction run in your family? Have you tried Alcoholics Anonymous or the 12 Steps of A.A.? Are you considering how to get sober? Are you seriously thinking about sobriety for the first time? Is alcohol controlling your life as never before? If so, you will definitely want to check out this recovery podcast.

“It's The Dark Matter Of Business” Join me and my guest Charlie Gilkey (charliegilkey.com), CEO of Productive Flourishing (productiveflourishing.com). Charlie has advised hundreds of teams, from Fortune 100 companies to tiny nonprofits and is the author of the critically acclaimed Start Finishing: How to Go From Idea to Done and his current book, Team Habits: How Small Actions Lead to Extraordinary Results. We explore the concept of Compassionate Capitalism and its implications for team dynamics and performance – especially the role of team habits in achieving extraordinary results. Summary In this conversation, Blaine Bartlett and Charlie Gilkey explore the concept of compassionate capitalism and its implications for team dynamics and performance. They discuss the importance of understanding the "soul of business" as a living organism, the role of team habits in achieving extraordinary results, and the significance of belonging and communication within teams. The dialogue emphasizes the need for explicit communication of goals and conditions of satisfaction, as well as the challenges of maintaining excellence in a comfortable environment. Ultimately, they highlight the distinction between groups and teams, advocating for a culture of interdependence and shared commitment to improvement. Takeaways Compassionate Capitalism emphasizes the interconnectedness of all business actions. Teams are a collection of relationships that require conscious effort to maintain. Team habits can either reinforce bad practices or promote positive change. Belonging within a team enhances performance and problem-solving capabilities. Conditions of satisfaction must be articulated to ensure team alignment. Making the obvious explicit helps avoid misunderstandings and misalignments. Cordial hypocrisy can hinder performance; teams must prioritize excellence over comfort. High-performing teams distinguish themselves through shared commitment and accountability. Interdependence is crucial for effective teamwork and achieving goals. Leadership should focus on the "why" rather than the "how" to empower teams Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Jeremy Swift is founder and CEO of Cordial. Cordial is a cross-channel messaging platform that is changing the way marketing & technology teams engage their customers. Before founding Cordial in 2014, he was a founding member of BlueHornet, a first-gen email marketing SaaS company that he sold to Digital River in 2004. He has spoken at leading industry events including DMA, eTail, Shop.org, OMMA and Mediapost. Top 3 Value Bombs 1. In business, it really helps to build an authentic and transparent culture. 2. Its all about building trust and confidence with the customers. To go Robin Hood is to deliver , keep and build that trust with a marketer on a brand that they are selling to. 3. The key to hyper-personalized customer experience is the customer data which is the single source of truth. Orchestrate personalized, impactful campaigns across email, SMS, mobile app, and more with Cordial - Cordial Sponsor HubSpot: Get ready for growth, without the growing pains! Visit HubSpot.com/spotlight to see the dozens of major product updates that'll make impossible growth feel impossibly easy

Jeremy Swift is founder and CEO of Cordial. Cordial is a cross-channel messaging platform that is changing the way marketing & technology teams engage their customers. Before founding Cordial in 2014, he was a founding member of BlueHornet, a first-gen email marketing SaaS company that he sold to Digital River in 2004. He has spoken at leading industry events including DMA, eTail, Shop.org, OMMA and Mediapost. Top 3 Value Bombs 1. In business, it really helps to build an authentic and transparent culture. 2. Its all about building trust and confidence with the customers. To go Robin Hood is to deliver , keep and build that trust with a marketer on a brand that they are selling to. 3. The key to hyper-personalized customer experience is the customer data which is the single source of truth. Orchestrate personalized, impactful campaigns across email, SMS, mobile app, and more with Cordial - Cordial Sponsor HubSpot: Get ready for growth, without the growing pains! Visit HubSpot.com/spotlight to see the dozens of major product updates that'll make impossible growth feel impossibly easy

GOOD EVENING: The show begins in Toronto, the Royal York Hotel, for a cordial dialogue re the US Election and Canada...  1851 Toronto CBS EYE ON THE WORLD WITH JOHN BATCHELOR FIRST HOUR 9-915 #CANADA: The case for and against Trump from Canada POV. Conrad Black, National Post 915-930 #POTUS: The debt laden legacy of the Biden-Harris Administration. Veronique DeRugy, Mercatus Center 930-945 #ScalaReport: The 80 hour work week and the Millennial and Gen Z complaints. Chris Riegel CEO, Scala.com @Stratacache 945-1000 #CUBA: The regime brutes abandon the depopulated island. Mary Anastasia O'Grady, WSJ SECOND HOUR 10-1015 #HEZBOLLAH: What must be done. Matthew Levitt: Fromer-Wexler Senior Fellow at The Washington Institute and director of its Jeanette and Eli Reinhard Program on Counterterrorism and Intelligence. Malcolm Hoenlein @Conf_of_pres @mhoenlein1 1015-1030 #ANTISEMITISM: Worse at Columbia. Rep. Mike Lawler, Congressman for New York's 17th Congressional District. Malcolm Hoenlein @Conf_of_pres @mhoenlein1 1030-1045 #IRAN: Prepping for the new POTUS. Orde Kittrie: senior fellow at FDD and law professor at Arizona State University's Sandra Day O'Connor College of Law. Malcolm Hoenlein @Conf_of_pres @mhoenlein1 1045-1100 #HEZBOLLAH: Surprise. Ahmad Sharawi: research analyst at the Foundation for Defense of Democracies THIRD HOUR 1100-1115 #UK: Little Britain and Empire. Cliff May, FDD 1115-1130 #RUSSIA: Sanction beating uranium ore via China. Andrea Stricker, FDD 1130-1145 1/2: #PALEOCLIMATOLOGY: Hot and Cold Earth for the last 540 million years. Benjamin Mills, University of Leeds. David Livingston 1145-1200 2/2: #PALEOCLIMATOLOGY: Hot and Cold Earth for the last 540 million years. Benjamin Mills, University of Leeds. David Livingston FOURTH HOUR 12-1215 1/2: #UKRAINE: The "Victory Plan" and the Cyprus model. Anatol Lieven, Quincy Institute 1215-1230 2/2: #UKRAINE: The "Victory Plan" and the Cyprus model. Anatol Lieven, Quincy Institute 1230-1245 1/2: #CLIMATOLOGY: The science of adaptation. Steven Koonin, Hoover Institution 1245-100 am 2/2: #CLIMATOLOGY: The science of adaptation. Steven Koonin, Hoover Institution

Tim Walz and J.D. Vance took to the debate stage Tuesday night on CBS News. Vance addressed his previous comments on Trump, Walz settled in after a shaky start, and both candidates walked away with higher favorability ratings. In a political era defined by catty, entertainment-driven television, was Tuesday's policy-oriented debate a welcome relief? The Left, Right, and Center panel examines how the expectations around debates have changed in the Trump era.On Tuesday, Iran launched around 200 missiles on Israel in response to attacks in Lebanon. Whether or not the U.S. should support preemptive strikes for Israel has been a hot topic in the national political discussion. It was the first question in this week's vice presidential debate, and Joe Biden has previously opposed Israel striking Iran's nuclear sites. Most recently, National Security Advisor Jake Sullivan said the White House would ensure Israel's right to defend itself against Iran. How does America's response to the conflict in the Middle East reflect on the Biden administration?The United States broke a record for the highest number of death penalty executions in one week since 2003. Last week, five people sentenced to the death penalty were executed in states across the South. On this week's 50 states series, the panel discusses how Marcellus “Khaliifah” Williams' execution in Missouri reignited national discourse on the death penalty.

Iran has launched its largest ever attack on Israel, raising concerns of a wider war. The vice presidential debate stayed cordial last night - we'll give you the highlights. Helene is now the second deadliest Hurricane to hit the US mainland in 50 years. Mexico has sworn in its first female president. And, a woman born with two uteruses has delivered twins, one from each womb.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Vice presidential nominees JD Vance and Tim Walz faced off Tuesday night in their first and only debate of the 2024 campaign in New York. Walz and Vance engaged in a policy-heavy discussion just five weeks before Election Day. Iran fired approximately 180 ballistic missiles across Israel on Tuesday. The attack is drawing condemnation from world leaders and threatening to push the Middle East into a wider regional conflict. Iran's Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps said the attack was in retaliation to the killing of the Hezbollah terrorist group's leader Hassan Nasrallah and Iranian general Abbas Nilforoushan last week. Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has vowed to retaliate. Rescue efforts continue in the aftermath of Hurricane Helene, which has devastated the Southeast. The storm has claimed more than 160 lives and destroyed homes. Crews are slowly restoring power to affected areas, but more than 1.4 million energy customers are still in the dark. ⭕️ Watch in-depth videos based on Truth & Tradition at Epoch TV

Walz-Vance Debate Heavy on Policy, Stays Cordial; US Condemns Iran Attack, Israel Says Iran Will Pay | NTD Good Morning

We discuss the next subgroup of the Class of Flatterers.

Catherine's back from holiday, and the hogs share the most significant elements of UK culture (Argos and squash) with this week's incredible guest, star of Taskmaster, Australia, Jenny Tian!FOLLOW JENNY: @_JennyTianTOUR TICKETS: www.trustyhogs.com/tourThank you so much for listening!Support us at www.patreon.com/TrustyHogs for exclusive bonus content, merch, and more!Trust us with your own problems and questions... TrustyHogs@gmail.comPlease give us a follow @TrustyHogs on all socialsBe sure to subscribe and rate us (unless you don't like these little piggies - 5 Stars only!)All links: https://audioalways.lnk.to/trustyhogsSNThank you to our Patreon supporters...EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: Guy Goodman / Simon Moores / Annie Tonner / Stefanie Catracchia / Oliver Jago / Anthony Conway / Neil Redmond / Madeline Quinne / Grace O'Reilly / LilyPRODUCERS: Elle / Richard Bald / Harald van Dijk / Tim & Dom / David Walker / Rachel R / Sadie Cashmore / Claire Owen-Jones / Jess & Nick / Sarah & Molly / Raia Fink / Cordelia / Rachel Page / Helen A / Tina Linsey / Graham Marsh / Amy O'Riordan / Abbie Worf / Matt Sims / Luke Bright / Leah / Kate Spencer / Tristin / Liz Fort / Taz / Anthony / Klo / Becky Fox / Dean Michael / Sophie Chivers / Carey Seuthe / Charley A / KC / Jam Rainbird / Nathan Smith / Amanda McCall / Tamsyne Smith-Harding / Hannah J / Ezra Peregrine / BrynWith Helen Bauer (Daddy Look at Me, Live at the Apollo) & Catherine Bohart (Roast Battle, Mock the Week, 8 Out of 10 Cats)FOLLOW HELEN, CATHERINE & ANDREW...@HelenBaBauer@CatherineBohart@StandUpAndrew Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

They are trying an experiment up in Collegeville, as later today, Saint John's and Saint Ben's are kicking off a new series.   The Disagreeing Better Initiative!Political Science Professor Matt Lindstrom joined Vineeta with details on The WCCO Morning News. Disagreeing Better Initiative 

In this episode I chat to Besses player and researcher Steve Hughes about the band performing to Princes and Presidents on their groundbreaking French tour of 1905.   History of Besses o' th' Barn Facebook group Besses o' th' Barn Band Besses o' th' Barn Youtube Podcast music is Mephistopheles performed by the Illinois Brass Band https://fanlist.com/brassevolution

••• Victory Over Temptation, Ep 345 . ••• Bible Study Verses: James 1.9-20, Genesis 3.1-6, Proverb 4.23, Hebrews 4.15, Proverbs 4:23, Luke 6:45 . ••• “Satan gives Adam an apple, and takes away Paradise. Therefore in all temptations let us consider not what he offers, but what we shall lose", Richard Sibbes, 1577-1635, A Puritan Golden Treasury, English theologian. He is known as a Biblical exegete, and as a representative, with William Perkins and John Preston, of what has been called "main-line" Puritanism. He attended St John's College, Cambridge from 1595. He was lecturer at Holy Trinity Church, Cambridge, from about 1610 to 1616. It is erroneously held by 18th and 19th century scholars that Sibbes was deprived of his various academic posts on account of his Puritanism. In fact he was never deprived of any of his posts, due to his ingenuity of the system. He was then preacher at Gray's Inn, London, from 1617, returning to Cambridge as Master of Catherine Hall in 1626, without giving up the London position. He was the author of several devotional works expressing intense religious feeling -- The Saint's Cordial (1629), The Bruised Reed and Smoking Flax (1631, exegesis of Isaiah 42:3), The Soules Conflict (1635), etc.••• “No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape, that you may be able to bear it”, 1 Corinthians 10:13, NKJV . ••• When does temptation start? ••• What did the serpent do to tempt Eve into making the biggest mistake in human history? ••• Why is an unguarded heart so detrimental to ones future on earth and in heaven? ••• What are 3-things that cause temptation to turn into sin? ••• What 3-steps of temptation lead to death? ••• What will diminish the probability that you will be tempted? ••• What is the main problem with temptation? ••• What are 2-advantages of knowing how temptation works? ••• What are 2-ways to have victory over temptation?••• Are you going to ask your small group to pray that you be more intentional about having victory over temptation through the power of Holy Spirit? ••• Pastor Godwin Otuno expounds on this and much more on the exciting journey of Fresh Encounters Radio Podcast originally aired on September 7, 2024 on WNQM, Nashville Quality Ministries and WWCR World Wide Christian Radio broadcasted to all 7-continents on this big beautiful blue marble, earth, floating through space. Please be prayerful before studying The Word of God so that you will receive the most inspiration possible . ••• This Discipleship Teaching Podcast is brought to you by Christian Leadership International and all the beloved of God who believe in it's mission through prayer and support. Thank you . ••• Broadcaster's Website - https://www.lifelonganointing.com/ . •••• Exceeding Thanks to Universe Creator Christ Jesus AND photo by Ike louie Natividad Mikee Sevillano Photography, Ecuador, South America, https://www.facebook.com/lentenilouie/, Ikemaganda@outlook.com, https://www.instagram.com/iamikeee/ . ••• † http://christian-quotes.ochristian.com/Richard-Sibbes-Quotes/ .••• SHARING LINK: https://shows.acast.com/fresh-encounter-radio-podcast/240907-temptation-process-ep345 . ••• Study Guides at - https://shows.acast.com/fresh-encounter-radio-podcast/episodes .••• RESOURCE - https://www.soundcloud.com/thewaytogod/ . ••• RESOURCE - https://www.biblegateway.com/audio/mclean/kjv/john.1%20 .••• FERP240907 Episode#345 GOT240907Ep345 .••• The Process of Temptation - Victory Over Temptation . Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/fresh-encounter-radio-podcast. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Joel Ryman is a walking tabernacle of Jesus' encouragement and limitless love. Allow the call on his life and the integrity with which he follows the Father to inspire you into deep Christlikeness. You can find the show notes at: https://riverhouseministries.com/podcast/85-joel-ryman-the-cordial-of-healing-presence/ Thank you for listening to the Deep Waters Podcast, a ministry of River House in Boise, Idaho. Our mission for this podcast is to platform people and stories from our community that inspire transformational discipleship so that we might be catalyzed into lives of incarnational faith in King Jesus. 

Joel Ryman is a walking tabernacle of Jesus' encouragement and limitless love. Allow the call on his life and the integrity with which he follows the Father to inspire you into deep Christlikeness. You can find the show notes at: https://riverhouseministries.com/podcast/85-joel-ryman-the-cordial-of-healing-presence/ Thank you for listening to the Deep Waters Podcast, a ministry of River House in Boise, Idaho. Our mission for this podcast is to platform people and stories from our community that inspire transformational discipleship so that we might be catalyzed into lives of incarnational faith in King Jesus. 

Alex welcomes Cordial Vann on the show and we talk about his running journey thus far, being a two sport athlete, his recruiting process and more!

Listen & subscribe on Apple, Google, Spotify, and other platforms. Welcome everyone to the weekly San Diego Tech News by Neal Bloom and Fred Grier from Fresh Brewed Tech. I'm Neal Bloom from Fresh Brewed Tech, the Tacos and Tech Podcast, and Interlock Capital. I'm Fred Grier, journalist and author of The Business of San Diego substack. I wrote about the tech industry for the San Diego Business Journal for two years. I covered the ins-and-outs of the startup world for much of that time, breaking news on IPOs, fundraising rounds, and M&A. Promote the show:  Before we dive in, we wanted to ask our listeners and SD Tech fans to help us grow the show, leave a review and share with one other person who should be more plugged in with the SD Tech Scene. Thank you for the support and for helping us build the San Diego Startup Community. 8/26 Fundings PatientPartner Raises $3.5M New Carlsbad Gaming Startup called ModRetro Launches  Inc. 5000 List: Wildfire Systems (top 100), Trovata (554), Shield AI (634), Workiz (825), ZipDev (860), SOCI (1542), GoShare (2506), Cordial (3742) TideRock new investments  KULR gets new battery tech contract with NASA   Events – For full list – check The Social Coyote LaunchBio debrief Aug 26 -  Carlsbad Life Science Life in Action Gathering  Sept 6 - SD Founders Hike Sept 12 - Wharton Biotech panel Sept 16 - Evonexus Demo Day Sept 19 - Dev & Data Night x CTO Talks at Seismic Sept 23 - Pitch Deck Workshop for SD Startups  Sept 23 - Carlsbad Tech Gathering at Shipcalm Sept 24 - Connect Innovation Day Sept 26 - Top Tech Awards San Diego  Oct 4 - SD Founders Hike  

This week we dive into the complexities of modern relationships and the ever-persistent question: Can exes really stay friends? Let's talk about challenges of boundary-setting are there benefits to "platonic" post-breakup connections, we explore it all with a mix of humor, empathy, and candid conversations. Whether you're navigating your own ex-friendship or just curious about the dynamics at play, join us as we seek to answer this age-old question. Tune in for insights, advice, and a fresh perspective on the relationships that shape our lives.➤ Support Go Stand and Preach https://www.gostandandpreach.org/donateYou Can Also Follow Me on: ➤TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@gostandandpreach ➤Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/gostandandpreach ➤Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gostandandpreach/ ➤Apple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/no-pillz-with-gordon-mcghee/id1707970107?i=1000662278399➤Spotify:https://open.spotify.com/show/1tq6QGWTkCFe2skOb7x2Yb?si=66c65281dd644537 00:00 Introduction to the No Pills Podcast00:02 Shocking Statistics on Staying Friends with Exes00:31 Welcome and Gratitude to Listeners02:01 Diving Deeper into the Statistics04:23 Reasons People Stay Friends with Exes09:42 Complications of Remaining Friends with an Ex11:28 The Emotional Impact of Staying Friends with an Ex16:43 Setting Boundaries and Self-Respect17:07 The Dangers of Intimacy with Friends18:36 The Complications of Staying Friends with an Ex22:00 Cordial vs. Friends: Understanding the Difference24:29 Comment Section Insights28:07 Biblical Guidance on Relationships32:27 Personal Testimony and Final ThoughtsContact No Pillz: Tweet us @nopillzpodcast Email: nopillzpodcast@gmail.com YouTube: @nopillzpodcast Insta: @nopillzpodcast Thanks for listening & keep podcasting!

IN THIS EPISODE...Transformative leadership at the automated marketing platform Cordial thrives on blending innovation with a deep understanding of data and client needs. By harnessing AI and focusing on a committed, agile team, Cordial bridges marketing, sales, and client experiences, crafting a reputation built on thoughtful hiring, strategic integration, and global reach.This episode features Matt Elders, EVP of Revenue at Cordial, who spearheads the revenue team focusing on innovation and excellence. Under his leadership, Cordial delivers data-driven marketing solutions to brands like REVOLVE, L.L.Bean, and BuzzFeed, enhancing customer connections and boosting revenue through tailored, impactful messaging.------------Full show notes, links to resources mentioned, and other compelling episodes can be found at http://LeadYourGamePodcast.com. (Click the magnifying icon at the top right and type “Matt”)Love the show? Subscribe, rate, review, and share! ------------JUST FOR YOU: Increase your leadership acumen by identifying your personal Leadership Trigger. Take my free my free quiz and instantly receive your 5-page report. Need to up-level your workforce or execute strategic People initiatives? https://shockinglydifferent.com/contact or tweet @KaranRhodes.-------------ABOUT MATT ELDERS:Matt Elders is a seasoned GTM Executive known for delivering outstanding results for global software and services companies. With deep expertise in team leadership, budget management, and SaaS solutions, Matt is a visionary strategist and recognized revenue thought leader. His exceptional skill in penetrating complex enterprise accounts and refining GTM strategies drives significant growth.Throughout his career, Matt has built and led successful revenue organizations for industry leaders such as Gartner Group, Scient, Tibco, and Contentsquare. His leadership has consistently resulted in substantial revenue growth and market expansion.As the EVP of Revenue at Cordial, Matt continues to lead the revenue team, fostering innovation and excellence. Residing in Marin County, California with his wife of over 25 years, he enjoys exploring the great outdoors.------------WHAT TO LISTEN FOR:WHAT TO LISTEN FOR:1. How does data contribute to personalized customer experiences?2. What contributes to building a market-leading reputation?3. Why is bridging the gap between marketing, sales, and client experience important?4. What role does thoughtful hiring play in building success?5. Why is agility necessary for leading a multi-faceted revenue organization?6. How does AI empower marketing efforts?------------FEATURED TIMESTAMPS:[02:46] Matt's Life and Leisure in Marin County[04:30] Matt's Evolving Career Journey and Impact at Cordial[07:31] How Cordial's Advanced Platform Drives Real-Time Personalization and Success[09:03] How Cordial Differentiates Itself in the...

It's time for the Shopping Trolley Hotline! Where we review the same product from various stores and brands.Newstalk's Simon Tierney joined guest host Anton Savage to compare different varieties of cordials, sure to spice up any plain glass of water!

Co-Host Marcus Oakey (https://mountaintoppodcast.com/marcus) My returning guest is British charisma coach Marcus Oakey, who is exactly who you need to help you get past small talk with people, and especially get through that awkward 'cordial' stage that ensues. What is it exactly about cordial small talk that's lacking, and what kind of conversation is it we should actually be moving toward instead? And what if you're indeed pretty good at making conversation with people, but still encounter some who are virtually impossible to talk to? Is it YOU, or THEM? And in such cases, where can you find small talk out of nowhere when you need it? And what do you do if you don't get the desired response from the other person? Do you have to be a brilliant conversationalist to be a charismatic presence? When it comes to early-stage conversation, how can we as men unwire our competition mindset, as if every interaction is going to be a win or a loss? The truth is you can achieve true connection and rapport with people and make them like you without any real advanced skill whatsoever...in fact, as one story illustrates, often less can be more. What is Marcus' hack for objectively moving from cordial talk to more meaningful conversation? How many times should you attempt to expand a conversation with someone before wishing them well and signing off? The answer to that one WILL surprise you. And finally...what are the hazardous consequences of waiting for someone else to make the first move conversationally? Get your copy of Sticking Points Solved and more when you visit https://mountaintoppodcast.com === HELP US SEND THE MESSAGE TO GREAT MEN EVERYWHERE === The content in this show is NEVER generated by AI. I discovered it can't handle a joke a long time ago. Meanwhile, I'll keep the practical, actionable ideas coming as well as the entertaining part...all for free. If you love what you hear, please rate the show on the service you subscribed to it on (takes one second) and leave a review. As we say here in Texas, I appreciate you!

(00:00-20:22) A Cordial Phillies discussion. Andrew and Connor share their biggest pet peeves. (20:22-31:22) Hated rival winning the guys debate what it means for the Celtics potentially  winning the NBA Finals (31:22-41:02) If you could wipe one Sixers series loss, which series would you choose (excluding 2019)?

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A little flip on the debate game. Listen in as Joey Gee, Kennedy, Infinite, and Bills are joined by Miss T in a game of flip a card and see what happens. It's a totally organic conversation..ALSO JOEY GEE IS NOT 49 YEARS OLD...HE IS NO WHERE NEAR 50! Logikovereverything@gmail.com

It's time to go out and forage and get those lilacs going into those pots. Lilac cordials or something you can only make when they're blooming so catch spring before it's gone away. Shout out to Will Forage For Food because I can. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/detroit-conjure-llc-festi/support

Cordial preferences, eating a rat, the joy of tap water, a dirty baptism, Cosquello, and some riddles. Join the Iron Filings Society: https://www.patreon.com/topflighttimemachine Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Malawi's information minister says President Lazarus Chakwera and Vice President Saulos Chilima have always had cordial working relations. Vice President Chilima was arrested and charged with corruption in 2022. He was later stripped of some of his constitutional duties. Now, President Chakwera has tipped the vice president to represent Malawi at Friday's Tanzania Union Day commemoration. Information minister Moses Kunkuyu tells VOA's James Butty, corruption allegations against the vice president are being adjudicated in the courts, which have not imposed any travel restrictions.

In this episode, Austin talks with Nicolas and Conor from Cordial Systems, an enterprise custody solution initially developed for Jump Crypto. They discuss how to build a self-custody solution that serves crypto-native businesses without compromising the security standards of traditional systems. Nicolas and Conor explain the limitations of current enterprise custody solutions and how Cordial Systems addresses these issues. They also go into detail about their approach to building a distributed policy layer and Cordial System's architecture. DISCLAIMERThe content herein is provided for educational, informational, and entertainment purposes only, and does not constitute an offer to sell or a solicitation of an offer to buy any securities, options, futures, or other derivatives related to securities in any jurisdiction, nor should not be relied upon as advice to buy, sell or hold any of the foregoing. This content is intended to be general in nature and is not specific to you, the user or anyone else. You should not make any decision, financial, investment, trading or otherwise, based on any of the information presented without undertaking independent due diligence and consultation with a professional advisor.  Solana Foundation Foundation and its agents, advisors, council members, officers and employees (the “Foundation Parties”) make no representation or warranties, expressed or implied, as to the accuracy of the information herein and expressly disclaims any and all liability that may be based on such information or any errors or omissions therein. The Foundation Parties shall have no liability whatsoever, under contract, tort, trust or otherwise, to any person arising from or related to the content or any use of the information contained herein by you or any of your representatives. All opinions expressed herein are the speakers' own personal opinions and do not reflect the opinions of any entities.

Love is in the air and chocolate is in our mouths. In particular: Queen Anne Cordial Cherries. Tune in to this very special ValenTINE's Day episode where we try the delicious decadent treat and learn all about the history of cherries as an aphrodisiac. And maybe even their present as an aphrodisiac. Grab yourself a box and eat along with us!

Clancy Overell, Wendell Hussey and Effie Bateman wrap up all the biggest stories from the week - live from the Desert Rock FM studio in downtown Betoota. Betoota on Instagram Betoota on TikTok Produced by DM PodcastsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This podcast is a short daily audio provided by the online recovery group Transitions Daily. The daily distribution consists of different recovery quotes from various resources, including; Twenty-Four Hours a Day, A.A. Thought for the Day, Daily Reflections, Big Book Quote, Just for Today, As Bill Sees It, plus more! Transitions Daily also distributes this same content in a daily email with a secret Facebook group for discussion. Go to www.DailyAAEmails.com for more information.       Do you want to stop drinking? Have you ever listened to sobriety podcasts? Does alcoholism or addiction run in your family? Have you tried Alcoholics Anonymous or the 12 Steps of A.A.? Are you considering how to get sober? Are you seriously thinking about sobriety for the first time? Is alcohol controlling your life as never before? If so, you will definitely want to check out this recovery podcast.

Meghan Markle accused two — not just one — members of the royal household of making racist remarks, a shocking new book claims. Jamie Foxx has hit back at a lawsuit in which he is accused of a sexual assault. Britney Spears and her estranged husband, Sam Asghari are close to finalizing their divorce. Rob is joined by his dear pal Garrett Vogel from Elvis Duran and the Morning Show with all the scoop. Don't forget to vote in today's poll on Twitter at @naughtynicerob or in our Facebook group.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Taylor asks Allison Sullivan if he's too young to have a mid-life crisis because he would like to. They talk about what's been going on and how to find a way out of it. They also play a silly game to lighten the mood. Taylor is also joined by Keith of The Cordial Catholic to chat about being more welcoming to non-Catholics & assisting with their formation. Watch Taylor talk about the RCIA process on the Cordial Catholic Podcast: https://youtu.be/mtYi70AfWu0?si=iRTAjpG5JwOULP-7 Subscribe to The Cordial Catholic YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@TheCordialCatholic Subscribe/Rate Never miss out on the craziness of each episode by hitting the subscribe button RIGHT NOW! Help other people find the show by taking a few moments to leave a review in your podcasting app. Thanks! YouTube Check out the show and other exclusive videos on our YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/fortecatholic Connect