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RISKING IT ALL TO DOCK DRAGON WITH THE ISS Colleague Eric Berger. To fund its Mars ambitions, SpaceX needed NASA contracts to deliver cargo to the International Space Station (ISS) using the Dragon spacecraft. Unlike traditional capsules, Dragon integrated propulsion directly into the vehicle to support future reusability. Behind schedule, SpaceX combined two test missions (C2 and C3) into one high-stakes attempt. During the approach, the spacecraft's LIDAR navigation system faltered, forcing NASA flight director Holly Ridings to make a "brave call": she allowed SpaceX to rewrite software on the fly, defying standard mission rules to achieve a successful docking. NUMBER 3 MAY 1953

 Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 3 Houses Belsus bonds over pain. Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Becca took a small sip of her drink. Her eyes flared lightly, but she didn't cough or choke. "Dave, tell me a story from when you were younger. Something stupid you once did." Dave's head fell back against the couch. "Oh boy. I didn't do any of the usual stupid stuff. Far too insular for that, no group of friends to drag me into wild, hilarious mistakes." Dave thought for a minute, trying to decide if he should tell this particular story. Or if he could. Hell, they were stuck living with him, they deserved to know. "Okay, so this happened in my second summer of college. I was tutoring a lot, and one lady in particular met with me at least once a week. Really nice person, pretty too. Her name was Kim Dawson. She'd gone all in on the late 80's media image of what pretty looked like; dyed blonde hair, boob implants, blue contact lenses. That helped her professionally of course; she worked as a stripper and did well enough to pay her tuition out of pocket, plus a small but nice rent house for her and her son." "You went to her house?" Dave nodded while swallowing the sip he'd just taken. "After the first several sessions, we got comfortable with each other, and it was helpful to her for me to come over on days she didn't have classes, especially if she had to go to work after our tutoring session." Dave paused for a moment, gathering the courage to continue. "So, about two months after we started working together, I'm at her house, sitting at her dinner table. It's a small round table to one side of her kitchen. Like I said, it's a small house, but good condition and she kept it well. Big enough for her and a six year old. Anyway, she gets up to take a brain break and decides she's going to change. She wasn't heading to work, and had come back from running errands, so she wanted to put on something more comfortable." Dave noted the ladies exchanging glances amongst themselves. "Just,; don't judge okay?" He paused again for a moment. "She left her bedroom door open, but the table was well away from the door, like a big angle away." Another look shared. "I didn't follow her with my eyes or anything, but she started talking to me through the open door, so naturally I turned my head towards the door. There was a mirror on the wall that I could see. Now, no, no she wasn't visible in the mirror. At least not from the angle and distance I was at." The looks passing among the ladies were both cryptic in the specifics and utterly obvious in the general meaning. "Oh, I forgot to mention that earlier we had discussed payment. She said this might have to be the last session for a while because she didn't think she could afford to pay. I had told her we could work something out." Three sets of eyebrows raised. "No, not like that. I just assured her I'd let her pay it out if she needed to. I was trying to be accommodating. She needed the help, she put in the work, I was just trying to be helpful." "Oh, baby." Jan said sympathetically. Dave winced. "So then she says she can't hear me well and asks me to come to the door to talk to her." He sighed. "I didn't. I told her I couldn't, I didn't want to violate her privacy. I don't think those were the actual words I used, but it was something like that." Dave couldn't even look at the others, just stared up at the ceiling. "She insists, says she strips to a G-string multiple times a night and she's already in a bra and shorts, she's just looking for a shirt, so it's no big deal." Another sigh. "Then she finally says she wants me to come back there; to; be with her. She; she said I could sleep with her in exchange for tutoring." "Oh my god, David you didn't did you?" Lupie asked. "No, no of course I didn't. And that was the problem. I couldn't. I felt frozen. What she was asking me to do was against everything I'd been taught about being a good guy. And I had nothing against her, but I'd been taught that all the guys at the strip club were abusing her, and I didn't want to do the same, so I stayed put and told her I couldn't do that to her, we can work something else out. After a bit more back and forth, she got pissed and told me to leave. My legs had been frozen the entire time, locked up. I finally managed to force myself up and walked out." All three ladies were absolutely silent. "That wasn't the end of it. After waiting a week, I tried calling a few times to see if she wanted a tutoring session. She never answered." More silence. "Two semesters later, I take organic chem, and one of my classmates and study partners is a friend of Kim's. I didn't know that at first, she waited until we had been working together awhile. She finally told me it was a ruse. Kim made enough in two or three nights to pay rent for a month, and another four covered all the groceries for a month. Mind you, this was early 90's so a lot of things were cheaper. Hell, gas was barely over a dollar a gallon. Kim had set it up to make a fantasy play and I blew it. According to Beth, Kim felt hurt. That was absolutely mind boggling to me. I just couldn't accept the idea that I could mean enough to a woman to hurt her in anyway, certainly not by not having sex with her." Becca shifted against him, turning toward him. "Yeah, I know. I'm an idiot." "You really had no idea?" Jan queried. "Not a bit. I just didn't want to hurt her. I didn't want to be the jackass. Turns out I was anyway." "David," Becca asked, "could I get some help with my math?" She kept her tone even, but her face belied her joke. "Oh hush." Becca worried about missing out on college, so Jan suggested she work through some of Dave's history and biography books as a substitute for a history course. The two were downstairs in the library, reading and talking. This left Lupie and Dave alone in bed. Both were certain it was not a mere coincidence. Lupie curled into Dave's side, her head resting on his chest. She wore a light camisole. He wore his usual; nothing. "David, I wanted to thank you for backing me up the other morning with Esme." "You're welcome. I just thought it was important she not get the idea she can play me against you." Lupie snuggled him tighter. "Still, I think it fair you know what she was about to say." "Only if you think it necessary." "It's a little embarrassing. I thought she was asleep. And I thought I was being quiet." Lupie paused, blushing. "Still it has been several years since I've,; um;” "Gotcha." "Yes, so, um, there have been times when I've; taken care of certain needs. And I was thinking of you. She must have been awake and heard me call your name." Lupie's head was buried as hard into his chest as possible without breaking ribs. "Well, now you don't have to imagine. You have me, and I have you." "You're not upset?" "More like flattered. And frustrated with myself. If I'd picked up on some signs, maybe;” "Let's not go down the 'what if' road David. You're right. We have each other now. We'll build from here." Dave tightened the hug for a moment. "You know, I passed by when you were on your computer earlier. It's kinda cool to see you work. You have this penetrating gaze, like you're dissecting everything you read, weighing each word in a balance and jettisoning the unworthy." "Hmm, must have been when I was working on that memo about handover protocols. Those details can give anyone a headache." Lupie kissed his jawline. "But I don't want to talk about work now. Just hold me, David." September 23, 2020. "What do you want to make for dinner tonight?" Dave asked as he and Janice entered the kitchen. "Not sure just yet. Tell you what, you check the fridge, I'll go into the pantry and check the shelves. Let's see what we come up with from what we see." "Okay." Dave started scanning the fridge shelves for ingredients when a thought occurred to him. The pantry was private. It had been a day or so for Jan. He walked over and opened the door. "Oh good, I was wondering if I'd have to play damsel in distress needing my big strong man to help me find something in this tight little space." "Well, I do have a probe made especially for tight spaces." He kissed her, balancing hunger with tenderness. Jan hummed into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around Dave's neck and pulled her body against his. "Umm-hmm, and that probe is so very good too." She nibbled lightly on his lower lip. Knowing they had little time, and Jan was up for a quickie, Dave took hold of her slacks and panties at the waist band and pulled them down to her knees. Jan emitted a delighted squeak. Her eyes shone with excitement as he stood and picked her up, carrying her to a bare patch of wall between shelves. He shoved his cargo shorts and boxers to his ankles, then hooked his hands under her thighs and lifted and folded her in one motion as he pressed her to the wall. She gasped and moaned, giving her approval and yielding herself to his power, confident that he would meet her needs as he saw to his own. Dave drove himself into her, the serum effects having made her fully wet already. He slid full length on the first thrust. She groaned happily, hungrily and gripped his shoulders. They were pressed for time, so he pounded into her hot wet tunnel with fervor. Such was her excitement that she reached her first climax in just a few minutes. Desperately trying to contain her enjoyment, Jan bit Dave's shoulder as he accelerated his thrusting, pounding more vigorously than he ever had, racing Jan to a second climax a minute before he burst inside her, kicking her over the orgasmic abyss a third time. Dave stopped, holding her in place as both panted for air. The enclosed pantry suddenly felt hot and muggy. His legs felt wobbly. He carefully lowered her legs to the ground, allowing himself to fall outside of her as he did so. Jan pouted for a moment, then dropped to her knees to clean off his cock. "Can't make a mess in here now can we?" She said with a wink. She pulled his shorts up before drawing her own pants into place. Then she sauntered out the door. Dave followed, but nearly ran into her when she stopped short two steps out the door. Lupie and Becca stood there, smirking and clapping. Jan blushed and turned, burying her face in Dave's chest. "Get over it girl, we're all gonna catch each other like that once in a while." Becca said. "I'll remind you of that when it's you," Lupie razzed. Dinner was only a little late, but it was good. Lupie winkingly attributed the good taste to the fact it was made with love. September 24, 2020. Dave looked into the kitchen and saw Lupie at the counter, her back to him, working away. He walked carefully up behind her and gently placed his hands on her hips. She started for a second, then settled into him, allowing her back to rest on his chest. She laid her work down and lay her head on his shoulder. "Hmm. This, this right here." Dave turned his head to hers and they shared a slow, soft kiss as he brought his hands around to her abdomen. They rocked slowly together, swaying to unheard music. What Dave had intended as a happy little moment escalated when Lupie started grinding her rear against his crotch. A moment later, she brought his hands up to her tits. Dave was caught between excitement and control. He very much wanted to paw at her lovely mounds. A wonderfully medium size, Lupie's tits were just barely less than a handful. About as pert as could be natural for a woman in her early thirties. She moaned as he groped. Lupie spun in his arms, kissed him, grabbed his hand, and took off to the bedroom. Dave kept up easily, grinning and laughing the whole way. He stopped her twice to pull her in for a kiss. Once the door closed, they each ripped off their own clothes and sprinted to the bed. Lupie pulled Dave on top of her, her legs apart, insistently rubbing her body against him. "Hungry much?" "What's going on is a tragedy of epic proportions, but I also feel more free than I have in ages. Since I was a teen. Now fuck your bitch in heat David." She snagged his head in her hands and kissed him passionately. Her legs wrapped around him, leaving him enough room to maneuver himself to her entrance. Her own thrusting and abundance of lubrication had him sinking deep into her the moment he lined himself up. She kept up her pelvic motions, timing them with Dave's thrusting. They fucked frantically, frenetically, neither pausing or relenting until Dave burst into Lupie, shooting several thick ropes into her warm, waiting depths. Lupie shuddered with his emissions, griping him tightly with her arms, legs, and inner muscles. They lay panting for a few moments and then looked at each other and laughed. September 25, 2020. Friday mid-morning found Dave on the couch, debating a point of fandom with Becca. "Picard was way wilder than Kirk. They just seem the other way around in contrast with their first officers." "That's crazy talk, Becca. Picard is the staid diplomat that negotiates treaties. Kirk is the bar-room brawler that fought every alien in the sector, or bedded them." "Kirk was the A-student that cheated on the big final exam but got a pass afterward since he was a teacher's pet. Picard was an athlete and got into a bar fight with Naussicans. And got stabbed through the heart." "How dare you speak so insultingly of Jean-Luc the great?" Dave mock-scowled. "Because he's good but not great." Becca giggled. "Blasphemy! I'll shall exorcise the demon from your mind young one!" "And just how to do you plan on doing that?" The grin was the same, but her eyes had picked up a hungry glimmer. Dave did not answer. He lunged at her, hands reaching for her ribs. And then he began tickling her. Becca let out an "Oh!" As Dave barreled into her, pressing her against the couch arm. As soon as he began tickling her, she let out a loud happy shriek, followed by a series of cackles. Dave relented briefly and she caught her breath. Becca gave him a quick kiss, then slipped from under him, heading for the stairs with a look over her shoulder. With a huge grin, Dave shot after her, catching her at the top of the stairs and tickling her again. Her legs gave out from under her during the pleasant bombardment on her sides. He scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut, then walked over and tossed her on the bed before jumping atop her, kissing and groping. She responded in kind, hungry and happy. They started shedding clothes wildly, paying no heed to where they landed. Mutually nude, mutually aroused, hands roaming they rolled on the bed. Dave slipped his hands to her ribs again. Becca squealed in anticipation just as he began to tickle her. Laughing and cackling she wiggled about, half-heartedly trying to escape his grasp. In the commotion, Dave still managed to align himself with her entrance, and pushed himself partially inside. He stopped his assault on her ribs just as he penetrated. A cross between a gasp and a sigh ushered from Becca. Eyes closed, she grinned wildly. Dave drove himself slowly, methodically within her. She draped her hands around his back and her legs around his waist. A look of blissful contentment blazed forth from her. He coaxed her to climax three times before finally allowing himself to spill into her. Afterward, they lay spooning in bed, Dave's chest against Becca's back, his right arm draped over her side, hand resting on her tummy. Breathing, just being close. Until Dave heard soft sobs from her. "Becca?" "I'm sorry. It felt so great, and then I thought about telling my Aunt Teresa about how my life is changed, how good I feel in bed with you, having you in my life like this." She shuddered with grief. "She's; she's; I'll never get to talk with her again. She's the one; I could talk to. When mom was stuck on rote doctrine, Aunt Teresa talked to me. Even if she echoed mom's position, she talked to me. Now they're all just gone." Dave held her firmly, letting her cry, letting her know he was there with her. After several minutes of silence, he spoke. "We live in dark times, beloved. For now anyway, happiness comes in bursts, sadness in buckets." He paused to compose himself. "We cling together to weather the storm. Separately, we may all drown." She placed her hand on his, reassuring herself he was there, as she cried herself to sleep. She never noticed his tears falling in her hair. September 28, 2020. Dave opened the door, half-expecting a National Guardsman with a woman to add to his house. He wasn't wrong. The lady in question stood ready, with a bright smile. A telegenic smile. And Dave recognized her after a moment. "Holy crap. You're Shawna Cooper! How the hell did you wind up here?" "Well, according to Oracle, you were my best match at 93%" with that same rich, assuring voice he'd come to appreciate from the TV. "Wow, okay." Dave paused to sign the form. He hadn't paid too much attention the first two times so he scanned the document quickly. He burst out laughing. The soldier grinned. "Yeah, some chairborne ranger had a little fun with that one." Shawna looked at him funny. "Something I should know?" "I'll tell you inside, with the others. They should hear this too." Dave waved as the military truck pulled away, then lead Shawna into the living room. The rest of the house must have heard the door. All three ladies currently bonded to Dave were already in the living room. "Hello" said Shawna, cautiously attempting to engage the other women. "Hey aren't you; " "Shawna Cooper, Senior Meteorologist at WFAA. Although, I may get promoted to Chief Meteorologist soon." A short round of congratulations circulated for the next minute. "Wow, Dave, you're accumulating a real smorgasbord of women. A blonde, a Latina, an Asian woman, and now a black woman." Jan smirked. Dave shook his head and closed his eyes. Shawna chuckled. "If she hadn't said it, I would have." "I'm surrounded by smart alecks." "Each of whom was selected by a computer especially for you." Apparently, the new arrival wasn't giving a holiday on sass. The playful smile on her face was already enchanting Dave's heart. "God help me." "He did David, He sent you us." Lupie punctuated her statement with a quick kiss. The others laughed. "Okay, what was that at the door about the form?" Shawna inquired. "And something about an airborne ranger?" Dave smiled. "No, a chairborne ranger. It's the army version of a desk jockey. Someone that works an army office job, but probably has a bunch of military memorabilia. They think they're a badass, but they've never been in the field without a GP medium and a heater." "You served?" Jan asked. "No, but I had a good friend that was special forces. Taught me a lot." A grey cloud of uncertainty fell across Dave's face. He shook it off. "Anyway, desk jockeys handle the paperwork and sometimes make new forms. All government forms are identified by letters signifying the department that created it, followed by some numbers. The form I have to sign when y'all get dropped off must have been created by an army guy because it's Form DA-6969-R." After a two count, the meaning of the numbers sank in and everyone burst out laughing. "Hmm, now that's giving me ideas" purred Shawna, her eyes slightly hooded. "I try to give each of you some time to get used to me and the house before making that last leap." Lupie piped up, "But we do have precedent for no delay." Becca blushed. "Oh, poor baby," Shawna teased, "did the pretty little blonde jump your bones before you were ready?" "There were some extenuating circumstances, which you will learn in time. I'm sure it will be part of the family story as we go forward. We did know each other before she got vaxxed, so I had some comfort level that she wanted this without the serum effects." "Could I get a quick thumbnail description?" "I'm Dave's next door neighbor." Lupie pointed through the wall towards her house. "Becca was my babysitter," Becca gave a shy smile and a head nod "who was watching Esme, my daughter when the lockdowns hit. We all worked together, staying isolated to get through all this. When the CDC guy came, Becca and I asked Dave to request us. Jan," the lady mentioned waved her hand "was delivered the next morning to Dave's house as we were picked up to get the shot. Something bad happened at the vax center that I don't want to go in to fully at the moment, so Becca was adamant about not waiting when we arrived. Our tender loving man didn't get to be as tender with Becca's first time as he intended." "Sounds like I have a lot to catch up on later." A look of sorrow settled on Shawna. "I'm sorry to ask but where is Esme?" "Oh, she's upstairs reading. We didn't want her down here in case the conversation got a little; risqué." Lupie replied. "She's nine. According to the CDC people, she'll be safe when she reaches eleven. I didn't understand the full explanation, but the important part is she is safe and will remain safe from this thing." "Got it, so no mounting Dave on the couch." "Preferably not." Lupie's Cheshire cat grin matched Shawna's. "Then I think it's time we headed upstairs, tender loving man." In the bedroom, with the door firmly shut, Dave and Shawna stood before each other, gazing at each other's face, eyes roaming across the other's body. "Nervous?" Shawna asked. "Never been with a black woman before?" "My lifetime dance card is a little short, so yeah, still working through the nerves somewhat." Dave temporized. "And no, actually, I've never been with a black woman, but I suspect all the parts work the same." That made her laugh. "See, I can be a smart ass too. Actually, until the last week, I'd never been with a Latina, and Asian woman, or a blonde. Well, not a natural blonde. And I've dated a Latina, but it never went that far." Shawna kissed him. Dave gratefully accepted the interruption of his babbling and joined her. Lips gently merging, pressing. Slowly probing with tongues. Twirling against each other. Mutual tongue stroking turned to suckling on each other's tongue. Hands rubbed backs, pulling insistently. Her soft upper body sandwiched between them. His hands roamed to her sides, then to her bosom. Dave began unbuttoning her blouse. Shawna pulled Dave's t-shirt over his head. "Hmm, nice. Fit without being gross. I like a man that finds balance. Huh." Dave kissed Shawna's neck at the clavicle, suckling and licking. His hands finished with her buttons, he shucked her shirt over her shoulders and she shrugged to drop the shirt off. Cupping her bra-clad bosoms from below, Dave dove into Shawna's cleavage, reveling in the feel of her ample tits surrounding his face. "Yeah baby. Feast on these boobs. You lovin' the size or the taste baby? I'm different than the others in both respects." "Infinite diversity in infinite combination." Dave lifted his head to speak. He brought his hands around to the back to unclasp her lacy orange bra, but couldn't find the mechanism. He pulled his head back from her chest to focus his eyes. Shawna just chuckled as his hands came back to the front, in the center of her bra to release the imprisoned twins. Her hands roamed his back and tousled his hair as he dallied with her chest. With her bra tossed away, Dave took a nipple in his mouth and suckled. Shawna gasped and hummed appreciatively. Her hands moved down his sides, seeking his waist band. She caught hold of his shorts, hooked her fingers beneath them and his boxers, and shoved both to his ankles. One hand grasped his shaft, the other massaged his testicles. Dave groaned from the stimulation of her efforts. "Yeah baby, that's it. You and me, we're gonna give each other a lot of happy." Shawna cooed into his ear before nibbling on it. Dave switched his attention to the other nipple. One hand teased the wet nipple, while the other dropped to the waist band of her slacks. One handed, he unbuckled her belt and unsnapped her pants. He worked the zipper a few inches down one handed also, until they loosened. Then he tugged downward, revealing her lacy orange panties. Dave caught her under the curve of her rump in both hands and lifted her to his body. Shawna squeaked and then hummed her approval as he continued to nibble her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist. In two steps, he had them at the edge of the bed. Dave crawled onto his knees on the bed and brought his hands under her shoulder blades before lowering their torsos to the bed. Dave hooked his fingers through the thigh straps of Shawna's panties and slipped them from her. Her naked essence now exposed, Dave brought his face to her core and inhaled deeply, reveling in the scent of an aroused woman. He pressed in, his lips and tongue investigating his new partner, caressing her most intimate area. "Hmm, baby that feels so nice, but I need you in me." Shawna tugged at Dave's head. "Dock that thing in the shuttle bay captain." Dave crawled up over top of her with a huge grin on his face. She was sloppy wet below, so he slid in easily as he moved up her body. They were instinctively in sync so that they aligned themselves without discussion or fumbling. Dave was aroused as well, of course, to the point he already had a few beads of precum at the tip of his cock. As he entered, Shawna's body stiffened, then shook. She let out a loud groan as all the air left her lungs. Dave held her until the shaking stopped. "Damn," she said when she caught her breath, "they weren't lyin'." Hunger dominated her features as a wicked smile spread over her face. She rolled them, still connected, taking the top spot. "Ride 'em cowgirl." Shawna laughed as she began rolling her hips, her body writhing sinuously with the motion. Her bounteous tits swayed rhythmically, hypnotically. Dave grasped them, curling his torso up to bring his mouth to her pec pillows and feasted greedily upon the supple flesh. Shawna moaned louder with the attention. Her hips moved faster, beginning to hop an inch or so with each swish of her hips. "Let's kick this to Warp 10 baby." Shawna braced her hands on Dave's shoulders, pushing him flat to the mattress. Using him as an anchor, she began lifting and lowering herself along his rod, riding him hard and fast. Immediately her vocalizations were louder, more primal. Dave could feel the tremors rising in her body just as his own arousal raced to the peak. Dave held off for several minutes before letting loose. As she received his load, Shawna's body shook like she had gripped a live electrical wire. Her torso collapsed on to him like a marionette with the strings cut. Dave heard her chant "Imprinting;” twice before the room started to spin and everything went black. September 29, 2020. When Dave awoke, he was alone in bed. For a moment, by the light level, he thought it had only been a few hours. Then he noticed the angle of the shadows and realized it wasn't later that afternoon, it was several hours past the following daybreak. On the plus side, he felt great. And,; something was wrong. He couldn't place it. No, was something right? It'd be easier to concentrate if Esme's giggles from the kitchen weren't punctuating his thoughts. He couldn't hear any words, but the background sounds sure made it seem like she was helping someone in the kitchen. What? How the hell could he hear them that far away? He hadn't heard that well since his early twenties. And Where The Hell Was His Tinnitus? Ho-lee shit. The high-pitched whine that filled his days and haunted his nights was gone. Shit, now it would be easier to hear women and kids again. Dave barely remembered to throw on shorts and a shirt before sprinting downstairs. He picked up Esme and spun her around. "I hear you! I hear you! All the way up in the bedroom and I could hear you!" He hugged her close. She giggled, once she realized he wasn't mad. Dave set her down and gave her a big kiss on her forehead. "You are officially my favorite stepdaughter." This apple didn't fall far from the tree. She narrowed her eyes and grinned. "I'm un-officially your only stepdaughter." "Still my favorite." He said, his voice receding with him. Dave went upstairs to his office. He had a Zoom call to make that he'd been putting off. "Hi, Uncle Dave." The deep brown eyes, framed by pale skin and equally brown hair of Olivia Barnes stared back at Dave from the screen. Her father's hawkish features softened by the influence of her mother's rounder ones. Except the skin around her eyes was reddened, and somewhat puffy. Dave feared he knew why his goddaughter had been crying. It had been more than a month since he'd heard from his best friends, Carter and Janelle Barnes. "Hey Livy Bean." Maybe his longtime nickname for her would be comforting, of a sort. She did brighten slightly. Like a slightly less dim twilight. "Sorry I haven't called in a while. Things have been changing a bit around here." "Oh, that's fine." She couldn't have sounded more like Eeyore if she tried. "I just; " Olivia was cut short by the playful screech of Esme rocketing into the room, obviously being pursued. She hid behind Dave's chair as Becca entered. "Hey, you two, settle down, I'm on a Zoom call." "Oh, sorry." Both said. "Dave?! What the hell are people doing in your house! Why aren't you quarantining!?" "Yeah, that's part of the busy." Dave looked to Becca and Esme, starting to leave. "Don't go just yet. I should introduce you. Liv, this is Esme, she's the daughter of Lupie, my next door neighbor. Becca was Esme's babysitter doing a long-term babysit when the lockdowns started. We quarantined in separate houses, but worked together to make sure we each had what we needed." They each waved as their names were mentioned. "I recognize the names from earlier conversations. So how are they in your house now Dave?" Energized by questions that needed answering, Olivia strangely seemed more alert than at the beginning of the call. Dave shooed Esme out, Becca following after her and shutting the door. "About two weeks ago now, a guy came to my door, telling me they had a vaccine for this virus. But it has some weird effects." "What kind of weird effects?" Olivia's redheaded roommate Melanie Ustanich popped her head into view. "Well, they can't give the vaccine to men at all. At least not directly." This is not the way he had intended this conversation to go, but here they were. "Women can take the vaccine, and then; transmit the immunity to a man." "How?" Melanie asked with a scowl. "Oh boy. That's were this gets surreal." Dave temporized. "Giving the vaccine directly to a man is 100% fatal. But, a woman can share her immunity with a man directly, through, um,; intercourse." "Okay, I'm calling bullshit." Melanie huffed out of frame. By her footstep sounds, she left the room Olivia was transmitting from. "That's crazy Uncle Dave." "Yeah, that's what I said. But then I red all the documentation, I took the survey. And I have four partners." "Four?" "The effects of the vaccine only partially transmit to the man, and have to be reinforced by frequent; contact. In order to keep a man; safe; he should have multiple partners." Dave winced. "Last I heard, the ultimate goal is twelve to fifteen women per man. And it's permanent. Once a woman gets the vaccine and; sleeps with a man, sleeping with any other man would be dangerous, even fatal." Dave paused while Olivia absorbed what he'd just said. "It's for a lifetime, Liv. Look, if you know someone you think you can make it work long-term with, you should find him and talk to him. The people doing the vaccination should be getting out to Stephenville in another week or so. Maybe you can find someone suitable by then." Dave squirmed in his seat. "I don't have to look anywhere Dave. I know who I'd want to bond with for the rest of my life. The same man I've yearned for; for years." "Good, you should call him immediately. And tell your roommate to think about who she'd want to partner with. And she might want to consider the same guy." With a small smirk Liv replied. "Not a bad idea. This guy likes redheads. But he has a blind spot though. Has trouble noticing when women like him. Especially younger women. He keeps passing it off as infatuation. 'Just a crush'." "Well maybe you need to; " Dave stopped with his mouth hanging open, frozen. He had to remind himself to blink. "Dave, you ok? Do I need to turn you off, then turn you back on?" The sarcasm snapped him out of it. "Very funny Liv." He gathered his thoughts, or tried to. They kept scattering like cats at bath time. "I'm more than twice your age Olivia. I changed your diapers for god's sake! I helped raise you. You came to me when you were afraid to talk to your parents. Biologically it's not incest, but damn." "It's not the same David! Please; " a knock at the door interrupted them. Shawna slipped in. "Is everything okay in here?" She brought herself into the camera's field of view. "Uh, hi. I'm Olivia, David's goddaughter. Who are you?" "I'm his newest partner. I just imprinted yesterday." Shawna settled gently on Dave's thigh, keeping part of her weight on her feet. "Imprinted?" "That's what they call the binding process that happens when the vaccine serum mixes with a man's semen inside a woman's body." "Huh." Olivia looked pensive. Melanie had come back into view. Presumably, she'd been in hearing range for a minute or so. Olivia squinted at the screen, as if trying to pick out an important detail. "Anyone ever tell you that you look like the weather lady on channel 8?" "It's been known to happen." Shawna said coyly. "You may have noticed I wasn't on the air last night. And I won't be for two more nights. Vaccination leave. Some places give longer, but there's only so much staff at the station these days. I couldn't drop that much load on the rest of the weather room staff." "Oh wow. Wow. Just. Okay. This is a lot all at once." Behind Olivia, Melanie typed furiously on her phone. When the site she searched for came up she held the phone out, as if beside Olivia's laptop screen, her eyes scanning back and forth between the two. "No fucking way. Your uncle is banging the channel 8 weather chick?" Shawna's eyes narrowed. "I have a master's degree in meteorology. I have five years' experience storm chasing, another four years' experience at NSSL, and six years' experience at the station. I am a scientist as well as a broadcaster. I am not a weather chick. Hell, I have three scientific papers as the PI." Melanie looked cowed. "I'm sorry. I got a little caught up in the moment. You're right that was out of line." She paused. "Wait, you're a detective too? How does that work?" "No," Shawna said with a hand to the bridge of her nose, "PI is principal investigator; it's the polite term on a scientific team for the HMFC; head motherfucker in charge." Dave stroked her thigh, keeping his face blank. He wasn't going to laugh at her phrasing, nor admonish her harshness. "Yeah, now I need to dial it back. Sorry girls." "Don't. It's fine. Kinda funny actually." Melanie's face began receding from its earlier attempt to match her hair color. "I apologize for being brusque, but can we get back to the topic at hand?" Olivia pleaded. "David, have you ever noticed or wondered why all my relationships never lasted longer than three months?" "I just figured they weren't good enough for you." "Well, you're not wrong there. I measured them; all of them; against you and they came up wanting." "I would have thought a better comparison would be your dad. I mean, let's face it, he's a much more manly guy than me." Dave hoped he'd kept the bitter tone out of his voice. No one showed any hint it registered with them. "I never wanted to fuck dad." Olivia stared at him like she could bore holes in the screen. "Damn girl." Shawna chuckled. Melanie turned her head to Liv with her eyes wide. "When I first heard about how babies were really made and what those parts of me were for, I thought about doing that with you. When I started feeling the desire to have sex, you were the one I wanted to be with. All of you said it was just a girlish crush. I tried dating other guys. I threw myself into relationships with, nice guys, good men, but none of them were you." She paused to catch her breath. Her argument was turning into an emotional plea. "I can't give you my virginity David, but I can give you all of me forever." "Olivia, I; I just; " "David, how about you let us girls talk for a bit. After all, she's been an important part of your life for many years. I'm your brand new partner. I'm sure she has some juicy stories to tell." Shawna winked at the screen. Dave nodded and left. Dave spent some time in the greenhouse, tending the plants and 'smelling the green'. A few grow beds had separated at the corner so he repaired them. He checked the time to find it had been almost two hours since he'd left Shawna on the Zoom call with Olivia. He went back in to discover the ladies all gathered in the library. They shooed him out the moment he opened the door. "Yeah, they wouldn't let me in either. I finished my last book and wanted a new one, but they have some important discussion going on, so here I sit, rotting my brain with TV," Esme said, with air quotes for emphasis. "You could always choose a documentary instead of anime." "You could always eat a tofu burger instead of red meat." Esme giggled. "Blasphemy." Dave said, ascending the stairs. That brought a full chuckle from his nine-year old housemate. Dave sat at his computer, working out a reasonable set of instructions for a physics lab students could do from home, with materials they already had. It was maddening to think they'd gotten a sizable grant only two years ago for some great equipment, which would now sit unused in a storeroom because everything was moving online. His focus was broken by Esme's voice. "Hey Dave, they're in the living room waiting for you. I'll be reading in my room." "Thank you, my sweet Esmeralda." Esme rolled her eyes, but accepted the hug. Entering the living room, Dave found all four of his partners smiling, but serious. In just a moment's read of the resolve written there, he knew which way this was going to go. Huh. Maybe he was getting better at this. He chose a seat that could easily view everyone else's and lowered himself. Then he realized, they probably chose their spots so he'd be in this spot. "So, what's up?" Lupie spoke up. "We think you should accept Olivia, David. Her roommate Melanie is interested, and we think you should accept her as well." "I spoke with both of them for about an hour and a half, David." Shawna added. "Olivia's earnest in her feelings for you. I work beside media types, onscreen talent and production executives. I have a good feel for when someone's bs ing me. If Olivia isn't in love with you, she's very close to that. My bet is, she madly in love with you. She'd be unhappy anywhere else." Dave stared at Shawna. That last bit hit home. Olivia's happiness meant a lot to him. He suspected that last sentence was calculated, not just a lucky shot. He swallowed once and looked away. "You don't understand. I've known this girl since before she was born. I changed her diapers. She's stayed over at my house. I helped her understand boys as she got older. I've watched over her while camping or at the pool. Hell, I've seen her in bikinis since the time she started developing tits and I've never allowed myself to think of her in; lascivious terms." "Do you think she's pretty?" Jan prompted. "Absolutely. She's as lovely as her mother." A very quiet ripple ran through the room. Dave realized he'd left an opening for another tale. One he did not want to get into. "And that's just the wrapping paper. She's got a hell of a lot more than her looks going for her." All the ladies grinned. "David, do you hear yourself?" Lupie prodded. "Not just what you've said, but how you say it?" "Yes, she is dear to me. I'd do anything for her." "Then do the one thing she needs you to do right now. Love her as a woman. Allow your love for her to grow to encompass the physical." Dave breathed heavily. A whole host of emotions welled up within him. "I held her in my hands; hand; when she was only a few hours old. I cleaned her boo-boos when she fell off her bike." He chuckled through tears. "You've given her unconditional love her whole life, David. Is it any wonder she fell in love with you?" "I just worry I'd be betraying their trust." "Who?" Shawna asked. "Carter and Janelle. Livy's parents." "So ask them." Shawna suggested. Dave replied with a pained expression. "I haven't heard from them in over a month. And when we started the Zoom call, Olivia's eyes were red and puffy." A sobering silence held the room in its grasp. "David, wouldn't that mean you're all she's got left?" Lupie asked tenderly. "Yes." Dave sighed. Well, he did know walking in how this would go. "Okay. Okay. I'll contact the vax center and see what it takes to put in a request." "And you need to include Melanie, Olivia's roommate in the request." Shawna added. "I know nothing about her." "We took the time to talk. Olivia told her enough about you she said she would be willing." "That's an awfully thin data set for a life altering decision that you can't take back!" Dave objected. "David," Lupie said in her most soothing tone, "when you requested Becca and me, we still got a sheet of information about you, our match percentage in Oracle, and the chance to say no. If we said no, we'd be given a list of ten other men with their data and match percentages." "This is a lot to take in." Dave paused. "You said a bio and a match percentage?" "Yes." "And she can refuse?" "Yes. "Okay. Hell, I like redheads anyway." Dave smirked. "And she's doing something in computers. That could be very handy. And if she can share a small off-campus house with Livy, she's probably reasonably compatible anyway." "So we're resolved on this?" Becca asked. She'd been quiet during most of the conversation, although she nodded in agreement with some of the points made by the other women. "Yes, Becca, I'll request both of them. I'll call them tomorrow to confirm, then I'll call the vax center." "David, when we finished the call today, I made sure to get a clear answer from each of them." Shawna said. "Go ahead and call the vax center first, then call them to let them know the request is in." Dave stared at her for a moment. "On something like this, I want to ask them myself. Hell, there's a chance with a night to think it over, they may have decided this is a bad idea. But I will call them a second time after I call the vax center." Becca "Um, Dave, so, a friend of mine from school has been talking to me." October 3, 2020. When Dave opened the door he was greeted by an enthusiastic "Woof!" and two paws immediately planted on his chest. "Roscoe!" Dave rubbed the large Rottweiler's flanks and dipped his head to kiss Roscoe's forehead, then quickly back to dodge the dog's tongue. "Oh look, you brought Livy and her roommate with you. Good boy." Dave signed the form, thanked the soldier, and led the ladies and Roscoe into the living room where most of the house waited. Roscoe spotted Esme and bolted to her. She let out a squeak, then giggled as he licked her face. "Roscoe, down! Heel!" The happy canine trotted back to sit beside Olivia's feet as she sat on one end of the couch. "He sure is friendly. I thought Rotts are supposed to be mean, like guard dogs." Becca said. "If you train 'em mean, or abuse 'em sure. Or if they are seriously inbred. You treat 'em like family they will love on you like nobody's business. And rip the head off anyone that hurts the family. So, Esme, you play with Roscoe anytime you want. He'll love it. He's great with kids." Lupie grinned appreciatively at Livy's suggestion. She'd clearly understood Livy's implied meaning of acclimating Roscoe to see Esme as family for the purpose of defending her. "Yeah, when we go to the park for walks, it can be a real job to keep him from running and frolicking with the kiddos." Melanie chimed in. "So where's Shawna?" Liv asked. "Work. Her new partner leave was up. She has the five and six o'clock broadcast, so she won't be back until this evening." "And she's the only one Mel and I have met, so to speak." Liv said dryly. Her big toothy grin capturing attention of everyone. "Although, I've heard bits and pieces about Lupie and Esme over the past few years." Olivia introduced herself, telling everyone she had been a junior studying horticulture at Tarleton State University when lockdowns started. She's into shooting and hunting, and lots of outdoor activities. Becca looked pensive. "Oh, but don't worry," Liv assured her, "I'm usually down for group games and such. I take it your more of an indoor person?" "Mostly. I mean, I like going to the pool, and sometimes the park." Becca's spoke in soft tones. "Great. You show me some games you like, and I'll show you how fun hiking and camping can be. Maybe even teach you how to shoot." "You can do that? I mean, teach me?" "Liv manages to hit the target once in a while." Dave chuckled. "Hey, I'm a better shot than you! I've taken a deer, first shot, every season I've gone out." "I was teasing Liv." Dave temporized. "I'm still working to wrap my head around; this." "Well for me this is the realization of a dream I couldn't let go of and didn't think I'd get." The room fell quiet for a moment. "Oh, one thing about Roscoe, I almost forgot. He has some hearing loss. He's still got some hearing and a great sense of smell, so he won't get jittery when surprised as long as there aren't any unfamiliar scents." "So give him time to sniff us and adjust for a few days before walking up behind him?" Jan smiled. "Sure. That would work. And if he does get spooked, just hold still and let him sniff. By the end of today, he might not register everyone here as family, but he will understand you're all accepted by Dave and me." Another moment of quiet, and all eyes turned to Melanie. "Oh, hi. I'm Melanie Ustanich. I'm Olivia's roommate. I was a senior last year at Tarleton. I'm working on a four plus one degree in cybersecurity and network administration." Melanie's green eyes and hair balanced between coopery and auburn accented the face set in a perpetual impish smile to tell of the Irish part of her ancestry. "Four plus one?" Becca asked. "It means I began working on my master's while I was still an undergraduate. Instead of four years for a bachelor's and then two or three years for a master's, I get both done in five years." "Oh cool." "It should have helped me get into the workforce faster with less student loan debt." Melanie rolled her eyes. "I think we're going to find the financial sector changes a lot with what's going on." Lupie supplied. "Hi, I'm Lupie, Dave's neighbor; well used to be. I also used to be an investment advisor until our firm shutdown." "Oh wow. So like stocks and bonds and shit?" Lupie nodded in reply. "Do any day trading?" "Yeah, it's been handy. The market tanked, but if you know what you're doing you can still manage something positive out of it." "Good to know. And thanks about the loan info. That's something I've been worrying about. Not in school means I have to start paying my loans, but I have no job so I can't, and there's no one answering the phone lines to set up a deferment." "I thought President Pelosi suspended all debt payments and interest accrual until Congress could get together and pass something permanent." "I wish." "I'll check into that later today. You shouldn't have to worry about debts in all this mess." "Thank you, that would be a huge relief if true." "So, Tarleton isn't holding any classes?" Jan asked. "Not this semester. They said they might hold some online classes in the spring, but wouldn't commit to it. They emptied the dorms too, but Liv and I had an off-campus apartment and a trickle of income to cover the basics. We still cut into some savings. The landlord was happy to still have some income, so she cut our rent in half since; May? June?" "June." "Yeah, so that helped." Everyone talked a bit about interests, hobbies, and happenings but eventually the suitcases loomed large and we decided it was time to get Olivia and Melanie's things put away in a dresser like they lived here. They each carried their own up the stairs, only using the roller wheels as they got to the upstairs hallway. "What happened here? Why is the wall patched? Dave?" Olivia curious expression evaporated when she looked at Dave. His face twisted in pain. His heart exploded with repressed mourning. "Eddie." That one word, spoken in anguish, struck Olivia like a poleax. She fell towards Dave in faltering steps as he thumped backwards against the wall and slid down, coming to rest in a wailing mess, his precious Livy Bean clinging to him, sobbing her heart out. Janice looked bewildered. Melanie furrowed her brow. "Liv has a friend named Eddie. They even tried dating, but decided to just stay friends. Really good friends." Lupie came flying up the stairs, having heard the heart-rending cry from below. "What happened?" Melanie and Jan both shrugged, trying to catch up still. "We don't know," Janice replied, "Olivia asked why the wall had been patched. Dave looked like his heart was being ripped out and said 'Eddie' and collapsed. Olivia collapsed with him." Lupie's eyes watered and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, David." She squatted beside the weeping pair and placed a hand on Dave's shoulder. The other three looked at each other, mildly frustrated. More mourning and no explanation. Lupie glanced up at the confused trio. "Eddie is David's son." Chapter 5: Healing Begins. October 3, 2020. House Belsus was in mourning. Lupie and Jan got an arm under Dave's armpits and lifted him up, guiding him to the bedroom once he got his feet under him. Becca and Melanie did the same for Olivia. Together, the quartet removed the shoes and socks of the weeping pair and draped a blanket over them. Roscoe trailed behind the troupe, whimpering and trying desperately to get in close to Olivia. He planted himself firmly against her in the bed once she was positioned. The pent-up pain manifested itself in force. Edward, Carter, Janelle. Three faces Dave and Livy would never see again. Three laughs they would never hear again. Three hearts they would never touch or be touched by again. It was just too much to hold in any longer. As he wept, Dave could hear a rustling sound off to the side of the room. He knew one of the women of the household was sitting there, ready if he or Livy needed anything. It was one small reassurance as images of a happy little towheaded boy played through his mind. The boy he barely got to see after the divorce. More images of the angry young man, full of his mother's twisted commentary, coming to him, beginning to realize he may have been lied to. That may be the most painful memory. After years of trying to be a dad, and being rebuffed, his boy had sought him out. They'd rebuilt slowly from there, starting on Edward's fifteenth birthday. Eight years. Eight years he'd had with his son as he grew from his mid-teens into a young, twenty-three year old man. A damn good man. And now he was gone. A memory, frozen in time. Forever young, static and unchanging. Never to find love. Never getting to be a father himself. Eddie would have been a great dad. No more Carter either. His friend from college. The man that taught him the value of being prepared. Guided him to take a martial arts class. Taught him how to use a gun. Taken him hunting and fishing. Without that time with Carter, he never would have been able to take Eddie fishing in those early years before his ex began denying visitation. And sweet Janelle. That lovely face seemed so soft. Most would think she'd never keep up with Carter's active outdoorsy life. They were wrong. She would much rather do nearly anything in the city or suburbs, but the guy she'd fallen for was an avid hiker and camper. She took to it with a borrowed passion that never relented. Janelle did everything with so much energy you'd think she could power a city with her smile and peppy personality. She managed to stay just this side of sickening bubbly though. Thanks to his newly healed hearing, Dave picked up the telltale sounds of two people working in the kitchen. Dinner? How long had he lain here, whimpering like a little bitch? It was time to get up. Dave tightened his hug on Olivia briefly, then released her and went to the bathroom to wash up and take care of needs. And wash from the elbows down. Roscoe had taken to nuzzling and licking his hands and arms in an attempt to soothe. When he returned, Lupie sat on the bed speaking soothingly to a quiet Olivia. Roscoe's head briefly turned from Olivia to give Dave a baleful look as he re-entered the room. A quick whisper brought Olivia's head up and around, rolling slightly to see Dave. She sat up and rose shakily to meet him. He hugged her again, and they each steadied themselves to stave off another crying jag. Liv slipped around Dave to enter the bathroom. Lupie met him where he stood. She placed her arms loosely around his neck, bringing their foreheads together. "I love you, David. I wish you had shared this with me earlier, but I understand why it hurt too much to address." She kissed him softly on the chin, then looked into his eyes. "I'm here for you David. Even if all you can handle is a hug, I'm here for you." She hugged him tightly. Olivia emerged, her face cleansed of tear streaks and make up. She chose not to apply new makeup. Why bother when she's liable to start crying again? Her loose black blouse and the large ruffle attached to the neck showed creases and wrinkles from lying in bed. Her work-style jeans showed no such effects, having been made to take more punishment than lying in bed could dish out. As they passed Esme's room enroute to the stairs, they heard a shout of "Dave!" just before 80 pounds of love bug smacked into the man so named and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Esme had met Eddie a few times, had a few memories of him. More than that, she wanted to console Dave in his grief. He was a figure in her young life and he was hurting. The outpouring was almost enough to set Dave off crying again, but he choked it back. Lupie gave Esme a short time to show her support, then shooed her back to her room with a hug and a kiss. "Did you get something to eat mija?" "Yes, mama. And I have a few good books in my room. I'm good for awhile." The trio continued to the stairs and emerged into the living room. Becca sat on the couch fidgeting, not really watching an anime. When she looked up, she immediately rushed to Dave and hugged him fiercely. Their height difference left her cheek bone pressed against the top of his sternum, the top of her head nestled under his chin. Dave stroked her back softly. "All those times you comforted me about my family, and you never once mentioned Eddie was gone?" She said as she pulled her head back, looking up into his eyes. Her arms remained firmly encircled around his chest, not budging a millimeter. "If I wasn't hurting for you so much, I'd be peeved at you." "Wow, didn't take you long to start talking like a wife." "Better believe it buster." "Yes dear." Her eyes laughed as she pulled him down for a comforting kiss. Their eyes stayed locked for a moment after they broke the kiss. Shawna, Janice, and Melanie slipped in from the dining room after each dropped off an item from the kitchen. Shawna still wore her on-air clothes. Today it was a stylish, breezy blouse in a vibrant shade of orange that contrasted beautifully with her dark skin. A long, loose, tan skirt below it reached to mid-calf at its lowest point, the bottom cut at an angle that exposed her right knee when she walked. She typically wore short heels at work, but had already ditched them somewhere downstairs, her feet bare but for her sheer pantyhose. Without her heels, she was barely an inch shorter than Dave, the tallest among his household. She came straight to him and wrapped him up in a warm hug. In his ear she whispered, "Anytime you need me baby, whatever it is you need, just tell me." Dave nodded and she peeled away. Jan came to him next, gently leading Mel along with her. Jan gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, her eyes conveying her sorrow and support as eloquently as words or a hug. "I knew you may not be hungry David, but if you are so inclined, I asked Mel to make bruschetta for the grazing meal we've prepared." A week or so ago, Jan's culinary journey had turned to a discussion of favorite appetizers and finger foods. Dave's number one favorite was bruschetta. "Hey now, I just made the olive tapenade and the tomato topping, you assembled it, including toasting the bread." Melanie took Dave by the hand and led him to the table decked out with several offerings, from of course, bruschetta, to deviled eggs, pigs in blankets, and a charcuterie board assembled from things Dave knew they'd had on hand this morning. Except for the bowl of fresh rolls beside it. The aroma of fresh bread permeated the air. "It looks and smells wonderful. Thank you." He gave them each a soft kiss on the cheek. He stepped back to the living room. "Shawna, I take it you are also partly to thank for tonight's spread?" "Oh, they were well along in the making when I got in from work. I just slapped some canned dough around some smokies and baked 'em." He kissed the top of her head and hugged her from behind as she sat in one of the soft chairs. "Thank you." She patted his arm lightly before he pulled away. Not hungry, but wanting to show appreciation for Jan's thoughtfulness, Dave went back to the table and snagged a piece of bruschetta before returning to the living room. The only empty spot was on the couch, with Becca on one side, Olivia on the other and Mel between the arm and Olivia. Dave settled in before taking a bite. "Oh, wow. This is great ladies." Dave said after savoring for a moment. "And Jan, before you try to turn all of it aside to Mel, proper presentation is important. Besides, the toast is perfect. Just the right amount of olive oil, nicely crisp with just a little give. Those are important parts of getting bruschetta right. And; I really appreciate the thought and the effort." "Thank you," Jan beamed. The others took turns getting plates in pairs while everyone engaged in chit chat. To be continued in part 4, Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts, for Literotica.

Episode 606 — Adult Twins, Accidental Murders & Vinyl Christmas Miracles Host: Brian BecknerEpisode Type: Solo Episode (Part A of a Two-Part Holiday Drop) Episode Summary Brian Beckner flies solo in Episode 606, delivering a classic, wide-ranging Baller Lifestyle monologue that somehow connects adult twins at the gym, celebrity deaths, NASCAR plane crashes, LeBron James being insufferable, Coldplay ruining lives, and a Christmas miracle involving rare vinyl records. With Ed Daly out, Brian handles the duties alone—covering pop culture absurdities, sports grievances, listener voicemails, celebrity scandals, and a deeply heartfelt end-of-year reflection on why the show still matters after 12 years. This episode is equal parts rant, comedy, grief, nostalgia, and gratitude—exactly what longtime Ballers expect. Topics & Segments Holiday & Personal Reflections Christmas is three days away and Brian still hasn't decorated The eternal debate: real tree vs. tinsel tree Single dad holiday logistics The moral crime of leaving Christmas decorations up until March Why nobody listens the week of Christmas anyway ‍️ Adult Twins (A Recurring Public Safety Issue) Brian explains (again) why adult twins should not be allowed in public A real-life gym encounter with long-necked adult twins Mirror-image twins explained (and condemned) HGTV twin flippers from the Pacific Northwest A firm stance: adult twins must remain at least 500 miles apart Rest In Peace Segment Gil Gerard (Buck Rogers) — a man Brian assumed was already dead 1980s TV male babes and fake PIs Greg Biffle — NASCAR driver killed in a small plane crash, along with his family Why rich people should take commercial flights James Ransone (The Wire, Ziggy Sobotka) — a devastating loss Season 2 of The Wire reappraised as elite television Dock workers, the Greeks, and prosthetic penises Honorable (future) mentions: Joran van der Sloot (still alive, still murdering) Keith Richards (Brian predicts he won't make it past Easter) Sports (Unfortunately) World Darts Championship scandal: Dom Taylor suspended for a drug test Brian demands to know what drugs make you better at darts Cocaine should be allowed in darts (official stance) LeBron James hatred continues Will Smith Lakers speech disaster Rob Pelinka incompetence Russell Westbrook vindicated LeBron: finals losses, ego, celebrity worship, general phoniness The Los Angeles Angels: Tyler Skaggs tragedy Team-provided fentanyl pills A trial nobody wanted Another masterclass in organizational failure ️ Voicemail Segment Ben “Nine-Oh-Six” (aka “Been Anal Sex”) checks in Michigan football, Sharon Moore, and racism Being “the guy after the guy” in college football Advice: cash the checks before ruining your career Non-Sports Pop Culture Coldplay Kiss Cam scandal: The New York Times sympathy tour Billionaires, affairs, and viral consequences Hampton Beach, New Hampshire slander Why Coldplay is undanceable and soulless Man leaves girlfriend to freeze to death on a mountain Extreme hobbies = red flag Preview of a future deep dive Christmas Vinyl Miracle Listener Corey (Fados) sends Brian an insane vinyl care package: Lord Sutch & Heavy Friends (Page, Beck, Bonham) Black Pumas The Church Staple Singers Rolling Stones Hot Rocks (original pressing) Link Wray Rare private-press blues rock A genuine, emotional reflection on: 12 years of podcasting A small but loyal audience The real value of listener relationships ️ Final Thoughts Brian closes Episode 606 with sincerity—acknowledging the reality that the show may never grow larger, but emphasizing how deeply meaningful the connections with listeners have become. A perfect end-of-year episode that blends humor, honesty, and gratitude. Subscribe, Rate & Review If you've been listening for years—or just found the show—your reviews and ratings help more than you know. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Tales of the Field is a podcast series which gives voice to social activists and social innovators who work in and with their communities to create social impact and sustainable change. They share with us their work in the field - where they  tackle complex social issues and aim to create sustainable change and social impact. At its core, their work is human-centered, systemic and always informed by a deep understanding of the context and people's lives.In this episode, we talked with with Shane Casey, Creative Lead, and Fergus Gleeson, Research Lead in Applied Human Sciences, at The Dock, Accenture's global innovation center in Dublin, who share the outcome of a research project Accenture did with CARE International in order to understand the challenges and opportunities of AI in the Global South. We talked about the design and development of Raise Your Voice, a strategic game to create participatory engagement of communities in the Global South, and give them a voice in the development and governance of AI. They highlighted the value of games for inclusive and participatory engagement in humanitarian and development contexts, and beyond.To learn more about the research done by Accenture with Care International on AI and the Global South: https://www.careinternational.org.uk/news-stories/ai-and-the-global-south-making-ai-more-ethical-and-effective-through-inclusive-participation/About the game:https://www.100archive.com/projects/raise-your-voiceTo download the game: https://github.com/Accenture/raiseyourvoiceConception: Melchior Tamisier-FayardCo-conception: Anne-Laure FayardVoice, Sound design, and Post-Production: Melchior Tamisier-Fayard Music : Guilhem TamisierArtwork: Jyoti Tamisier-Fayard

*Hosted by Andrei Palamariu*Andrew Meyer has led Pickle Robot in shaping a new category of physical AI, deployable, human-like robotic systems built for the toughest workflows at the dock door. In this episode, he breaks down how Pickle's robots are transforming the brutal, variable world of unloading and loading trailers across import, distribution, and parcel operations. We explore how years of research, from MIT labs to Honda's ASIMO program, inform Pickle's product philosophy, and why solving the “demo to product” gap matters more than ever as automation moves out of pilot mode and into enterprise deployment. Andrew reveals how learning-based robotics expand real-world capability, why the dock door is the ideal beachhead, and how customers can go from curiosity to robots driving throughput in as little as four weeks. From redesigning human roles to delivering measurable KPIs without reconfiguring buildings, we examine what it takes to scale physical AI with reliability, cybersecurity guarantees, and a fleet flywheel that gets smarter with every deployment. This is a deep dive into the future of robotics in logistics that is built on data, systems thinking, and operational reality.Discover more details here.Follow us on:Instagram: http://bit.ly/2Wba8v7X: https://bit.ly/3J4Wt35Linkedin: https://bit.ly/4hbidqoFacebook: http://bit.ly/2HtryLd

23 episódios. Mais de 40 executivos de cibersegurança. Um ano inteiro de transformação no setor condensado em uma retrospectiva. Do episódio 81 ao 103, o RedCast trouxe líderes de empresas como Google, Santander, Gerdau, Serasa Experian, Braskem, Klabin, Bauducco, Dock e dezenas de outras para discutir os temas que definiram 2025. Neste episódio especial, você vai ver: - Crime organizado digital atacando o sistema financeiro brasileiro com coordenação militar. - CISOs deixando de ser gestores de TI para se tornarem executivos de risco corporativo. - A convergência entre cibersegurança, fraude e compliance virando obrigatória (não opcional). - Superfície de ataque se expandindo com multicloud enquanto o tempo de resposta aumenta. - O dilema entre investir em ferramentas ou lidar com a conta depois do incidente. - E outros. Este é um compilado de um ano de decisões reais tomadas por quem gerencia risco em empresas que não podem parar. Se você quer entender o que mudou em cibersegurança em 2025, assista. #ciberseguridad #cibersegurança #cibernetico #redbeltsecurity #redcast

AVSNITT 10: Utan att förstå hur det gick till har Åsskar färdats till slutet av 1800-talet och han hittar en försäljare som säljer amerikanska klockor i Edo. Med hans hjälp tar sig Åsskar till New York och upptäcker ett sätt att komma vidare till Sverige! Dock måste han först klara av en svår utmaning, som kräver självbehärskning och mental styrka: att inte skratta!  Dagens spel/lek: Den som skrattar förlorar  www.kylskåpsradion.se Produceras av Frälsningsarmén

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Julen står för dörren, och med den kommer förhoppningsvis några lugna dagar, ljus och värme, och mys med de närmaste. Med denna favorit i repris vill vi på Babyzpodcast önska alla er som lyssnar på vår podcast och följer oss på Instagram en riktigt GOD JUL! Tack för 2025 och alla era fina meddelanden, glada tillrop, önskningar om avsnitt och all värme vi får från er lyssnare/följare/läsare!Vad tänker ni om att vara gravid under jul och nyår? Att det är mysigt att sitta som en rund liten julgranskula i soffan med sin partner? Att det är några dagars välbehövlig vila? Eller är det jobbigt med kalas, klappar och krav? Mat, dryck och godsaker ligger för väldigt många i fokus under jul- och nyårshelgerna. Vi har många vanor och traditioner kring maten under storhelger, och just under graviditet kan det kännas lite lurigt att veta vad som är OK att äta och vad man ska låta bli.I podavsnitt går vi igenom hela julbordet; från sillen, via skinkan och laxen, till efterrätterna! Nyårskalaset med skaldjur och carpaccio får sig också en rejäl genomgång! Vi ger tips på vad du som gravid ska satsa lite extra på för att få i dig vitaminer, mineraler och fetter som gynnar dig och barnet. I avsnittet pratar vi också om vad du ska vara lite försiktig med, och vilka rätter du bör hoppa över helt.God Jul önskar vi på Babyzpodcast! Ta väl hand om er under helgerna!Vi beklagar felsägningen om att frysning tar död på listeria, upphettning tar död på listeria och inte frysning! Dock tar frysning död på toxoplasma. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Vad är skillnaden på saker som hänt och sådant man drömt? På liv och litteratur? Maria Küchen ser gränserna upplösas hos Göran Tunström. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna.Det finns ingen skarp gräns mellan fantasi och verklighet. Bilderna jag har av mina närmaste är inga exakta avtryck av människorna de är – mina minnen och känslor lägger till och drar ifrån. Och varje roman är ett mikrokosmos där författaren väver ihop fantasi och erfarenhet tills det faktiskt blir ointressant vad som har ”hänt på riktigt” och inte.Det blir väldigt tydligt när man närmar sig författaren Göran Tunströms liv och verk. Många förknippar honom med romanen ”Juloratoriet” från 1983. Denna släktkrönika över tre generationer med en genialt hänförande blandning av fantasi och verklighet, vann hela svenska folkets hjärtan.Någon har kallat den ”den sista litterära lägerelden”. Sedan dess har knappast något skönlitterärt verk i Sverige samlat människor på samma sätt. Unga och gamla, rebeller och stofiler, kulturelit och kroppsarbetare – alla slog sig ner kring ”Juloratoriet”.När den kom var jag 22 år. Ett decennium senare, som färsk författare, blev jag krönikör i tidskriften Metallarbetaren. Det var även Göran Tunström. Vi möttes ett par gånger tack vare det, men jag vågade knappt säga ett ord till denna legendar. Och nu är det för sent.Tunström hade svagt hjärta och lungcancer efter decennier av kedjerökning. I januari år 2000, knappt 63 år gammal, på en middag med vänner, föll han ihop utan förvarning och dog helt stilla. Han blev nästan tio år äldre än sin pappa, vars svaga hjärta han hade ärvt. Förlusten av fadern i barndomen går sedan som ett mörkt stråk genom liv och verk. Den innebar också att han miste sitt hem.Pappa Hugo hade varit präst i värmländska Sunne. Efter hans död fick familjen inte stanna kvar i prästgården. Från att ha bott luftigt och vackert, hamnade änkan Rosa och hennes fyra barn i ett kyffe till lägenhet. Kanske skapade det en rotlöshet hos Göran Tunström som senare fick honom att resa och bo världen över – den grekiska ön Hydra, Latinamerika, Indien, New York. Men vem vet?Det är bara spekulationer. För att skriva någons biografi behöver man oundvikligen fläta ihop spekulationer och fakta. Det kräver ett särskilt handlag. Kanske behövs en skönlitterär författare – någon som kan skapa en levande berättelse, men utan att förvanska. Som Lars Andersson. Under 20 års tid närmade han sig systematiskt vännen och kollegan Tunströms liv och verk.Ur ett rikt och rörigt stoff förlöser han berättelsen om en människa han kände, men som ingen av oss kan lära känna helt. Den 800-sidiga biografin ”Försök med ett liv” gestaltar en verklig person som jag drömmer fram medan jag läser. Boken bygger bland annat på sexton fullskrivna anteckningsböcker som Lars Andersson hittade bland efterlämnat material. I dessa skrivhäften är det inte alltid tydligt om Tunström har noterat saker som hänt eller saker han drömt.Anteckningarnas trådar vävdes in i verket – ett trettiotal volymer med poesi och prosa, utgivna mellan 1958 och 2003. Göran Tunström var en litterär gigant. Första steget i raketen som lyfte honom mot stjärnorna var generationsromanen ”Maskrosbollen”. Den gavs ut 1962 när han var tjugofem. Hans jämnåriga älskade den. Fjorton år senare kom den självbiografiska ”Prästungen” – med den fick han en större publik. Innan ”Juloratoriet” kom och förändrade allt.Boken utspelar sig liksom flera av hans romaner i Sunne. Där bodde inte Göran Tunström som vuxen. När han inte var på resa höll han till i Stockholm och på ön Koster i Bohuslän. Men i Juloratoriet blev Sunne hans litterära hemmaplan, ett unikt landskap befolkat av människor ur både verkligheten och fantasin – ofta sammanflätade i samma gestalt.De påminner om något, dessa romanfigurer. Jag kommer att tänka på kändisar. Också de är fantasifoster, även om det finns en okänd människa av kött och blod någonstans bortom föreställningarna som mediernas berättelser skapar.Ibland blir kändisar folks låtsaskompisar eller förälskelser. Det kallas parasociala relationer, detta att fantisera fram en personlig gemenskap med människor som inte vet att man finns. Författare och artister flätas ofta in i parasociala förbindelser eftersom allmänheten har en så intim relation med deras verk. Och verket är förstås lika mycket släkt med sin författare som barn och föräldrar – men något pålitligt avtryck av upphovspersonen blir det aldrig. Det har ett eget liv.Göran Tunströms historia är för alltid sammanbunden med Leonard Cohens. Inte bara för att de var vänner som tillbringade viktiga perioder tillsammans på Hydra, utan också för att Cohen var så berömd. Även de mest distanserade av oss fascineras av det. Vän med världsstjärnan Cohen – wow! Det är rätt tramsigt, men de här männens kändisskap är åtminstone tätt förbundet med ett skapande av vikt.Cohens sånger har påverkat mig starkt, och Göran Tunströms böcker drog mig in mot litteraturen. Utan honom och en handfull andra förebilder hade jag kanske aldrig blivit en skrivande människa.Deras verk ger lite mer glans åt min vardag. Här sitter jag nu i en fåtölj med en kopp kaffe och datorn i knät och fantiserar om Tunström och Cohen, som på sextiotalet på Hydra delade skrivbord. Utsnittet ur deras gemensamma verklighet får ett heligt skimmer, Grekland är ju fantastiskt och skapande kan vara underbart.Dock inte alltid. Tunströms kamp med författandet var smärtsam ibland, och han hade perioder när han inte kunde skriva alls. När han kom ut ur en av dem, efter ”Juloratoriet”, blev det en nyhet på Rapport.Det var inte bara genom Cohen som Tunström trädde in i gränslandet mellan fantasi och verklighet i det allmänna medvetandet. På höjden av sin bana var han och konstnären Lena Cronquist verkligen kändisar – ett power couple i svenskt kulturliv. Hon skymtar i hans böcker, han avbildas i hennes målningar. Det är konst som liv och liv som konst, men den som fastnar i verklighetsbakgrunden missar det väsentliga: Kraften i verket som just någonting skapat. I det påhittade finns en autenticitet som vår tid tycks ha allt svårare att uppfatta.Verken är platser där dröm och verklighet möts fullt ut – precis som i var och en av oss, varje dag, hela tiden. Och ett konstnärligt verk, precis som livet, tillåter förklädnader. I ”Juloratoriet” smyger pojkarna Sidner och Splendid ut i natten och möter Selma Lagerlöf. Hon dyker upp ibland i Tunströms romaner, ännu en värmländsk litterär gigant, halvt verklig, halvt ihopdrömd. Hon kommer i vagn, och hon piskar sina hästar. ”Varför slår tant på hästarna så?” frågar pojkarna, och hon svarar: ”Det är för att ingen skall tro att det är jag.”Maria Küchenförfattare, kritiker och essäist Litteratur om Göran TunströmLars Andersson: ”Göran Tunström: Försök med ett liv”Birgitta Holm: ”Vår ljusaste tragiker. Göran Tunströms textvärld”Stina Hammar: ”Duets torg: Göran Tunström och tankekällorna”Kersti Skans Nilsson: ”Det förlorade paradiset – en studie i Göran Tunströms Sunneromaner”Anita Varga: ”Såsom i en spegel. En studie i Göran Tunströms Juloratoriet”

Twitter: @podgaverockInsta: @podgaverockSpecial Guest Host: Michael RusseckBB King “The Thrill is Gone” from the 1969 album "Completely Well" released on Bluesway/ABC. Written by Rick Darnell and Roy Hawkins and produced by Bill Szymcyk.Personel:B.B. King: vocals, lead guitarHugh McCracken: rhythm guitar Paul Harris: organ, acoustic and Fender Rhodes electric piano Jerry Jemmott: bassHerbie Lovelle: drums Bert "Super Charts" DeCoteaux: string and horn arrangementsCover:Performed by Neal Marsh and Josh BondIntro Music:"Shithouse" 2010 release from "A Collection of Songs for the Kings". Written by Josh Bond. Produced by Frank Charlton.Other Artists Mentioned:Stevie NicksThe Eagles “Easy, Peaceful Feeling”Rod Stewart “If You Think I'm Sexy”Rod Stewart “Young Turks”Muddy WatersBobby Womack “Across 110th Street”SocratesCopurnicusHowlin WolfBuddy GuyWilson Pickett “Mustang Sally”The Grateful Dead “Dancin' in the Streets”John ScofieldSkip JamesRobert JohnsonCharlie PattonMuddy Waters “Electric Mud”Albert King “I'll Play the Blues for You”Freddie KingWar “Slipping Into Darkness”The Grateful Dead “Viola Lee Blues”Bob WeirKeith RichardsJ Geils BandThe James GangJoe WalshThe Eagles “Hotel California”BB King “Live in Cook County Jail”BB King “Live at the Regal”Ray CharlesFrank SinatraEric Carmen “All By Myself”Steely Dan “Hey Nineteen”Van Morrison “Brown Eyed Girl”The Doors “The Soft Parade”Stephen StillsManassasKing CurtisBob Dylan “Freewheelin' Bob Dylan”Otis Redding “Sittin On the Dock of the Bay”Bill Withers “Ain't No Sunshine”Freddie King “Born Under a Bad Sign”JJ CaleSonny Boy WilliamsonMuddy WatersPeter GreenEric ClaptonBonnie RaittKurt VileT Bone WalkerDjango ReinhardtLonnie JohnsonBlind Lemon JeffersonJerry Garcia Band “Shady Grove”KhrungbinAretha FranklinTracey ChapmanJoe BonnamassaPeter FramptonBobby Bland

Women in sports, talking slow, upcut commercials, sharing secrets, Golden Globes, podcast nominations. Songs in this episode: “The Popcorn” James Brown (1969) “Green Onions” Booker T. and the MG’s (1962) “Soul Man” Sam and Dave (1969) “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay” Otis Redding (1968) “In the Midnight Hour” …

We all know music and whiskey just inherently go together, but how do you actually build a successful business around that synergy? In this episode, we're sitting down with Ryan Gill, the Director of Marketing and Brand Development for Three Chord Bourbon. Ryan's journey is pretty cool because he started his life in music production. He takes us through his early days running liquor stores in Memphis, where he first saw the magic of music and whiskey intertwine, straight through to his current role leading brand vision at Three Chord. We get into the inception of Three Chord and where Neil Girlado becomes a face of it. Plus, we dive into their innovative tactics, from artist collaborations to cool limited releases, and he even pitches us some great ideas for immersive experiences, like acoustic sessions right there in the liquor store. I'm you're a huge music junkie, this one's for you. Show Notes: Ryan Gill's origins in retail and concert promotion Journey from liquor store manager to brand leader at Three Chord Bourbon The role of Dock 52 in his whiskey career Three Chord's mission to bridge music and whiskey cultures Creative branding strategies and artist collaborations Insights into the whiskey blending process Building community within the whiskey and music industries The concept of immersive retail experiences through acoustic sessions Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Vermieter hat Probleme mit versiegelter Wohnung nach Mietertod - Analyse zur saarländischen Veranstaltungsbranche: der Dock-11-Lagebericht - Neues Techno-Festival Ferra im Weltkulturerbe - Landtag verabschiedet Doppelhaushalt

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Why teach Math? John Swartz is ambitious here. Hear him connect the question of why he teaches math with the question of why he exists along with stories of Almanzo Wilder and his own experience. He brings teaching experience as well as specific training in mathematics. He's worked in curriculum at Christian Light and also served as a minister for many years. In this episode, John quotes Larry Zimmerman who states that, “Christian teachers motivate their students to learn mathematics in two ways: first mathematics exhibits the glory of God, second mathematics equips students to care for the creation.” This comes from Zimmerman's book, Truth and the Transcendent. John recognizes the utilitarian value of mathematics but is most interested in exploring the proposal  that, “Math is the language of the universe,” and that it is not a neutral subject. This talk provides a thought-provoking investigation of an underexamined subject that occupies quite a bit of space in all of our schools.   Links More recordings from CASBI 2013: https://thedockforlearning.org/series/casbi/casbi-2013/ This recording was first published as “Why Teach Math?” on The Dock: https://thedockforlearning.org/lecture/why-teach-math/ More information about Conservative Anabaptist School Board Institute: https://casbi.info/ Books When Are We Ever Going to Have to Use This? By Hal Saunders and Jill Marino: https://a.co/d/cBKrSfT Mathematics is God Silent? by J. Sire: https://a.co/d/56q16kb Truth and the Transcendent by Larry Zimmerman: https://answersingenesis.org/answers/books/truth-transcendent/ Math Wonders to Inspire Teachers and Students by Alfred Posamentier: https://a.co/d/9v4c442 Fascinating Fibonaccis: Mystery and Magic in Numbers by Trudi H. Garland: https://a.co/d/c30zp0n

In this episode, Jon Westfall and I are joined by frequent guest panelist Sven Johannsen. We dive into the end-of-year wrap-ups: We discuss Apple's 2025 App Store Awards, with Jon noting that he uses award-winner Strava—though primarily on the Apple Watch rather than its main platform. The conversation also covers Google Play's Best of 2025 (spanning apps, books, and games) and the latest YouTube End-of-Year Recap. On the hardware front, the rumor mill is spinning regarding an Apple HomePod with a screen (potentially the "HomePod Touch"), with speculation pointing toward an 11-inch display. The hosts compare smart display pricing, weighing the Echo Show 11” ($194-$219) against the Pixel Tablet and Dock bundle ($250 + $129). Sven's new accessories are also highlighted, including the DJI Mic Mini at a competitive $80 and the new clip and card versions of Pebblebee Trackers. Todd's Segment features the Goovis G3 Max headset, praised for its individual diopter adjustment that allows eyeglass wearers to use the device without custom prescription lenses. The show wraps up with a mention of the Google Pixel 10 Pro and its headline feature: 100x ProRes zoom.

Here is my music podcast Bluesland from December 4, 2025. I start the show out with Steve Croppers music, history and how important he was to soul, blues and rock n roll. Then a few of the songs he played, produced or wrote including Green Onions, Sitting on The Dock of the Bay, Soul Man and more. Also include is Taj Mahal, Joe Cocker, The J. Geils Band, Jimi Hendrix and more. Thank you for listening and supporting KMRE 88.3, Bluesland and all local bands. 

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What images or models are your teachers taking into their classrooms? How do they see themselves and their students? What is really driving them? Distorted images and motives can be difficult to identify but express themselves in all manner of persistent issues that do deep damage. Welcome to this episode where Anthony Hurst names a number of potential mindset problems, or areas of possible problems. He provides clarifying examples and concrete suggestions that will increase your perceptiveness about these mindsets and guide your response to problems. Anthony has experience as a teacher and school leader. What he explores here stems from his humility in learning from his own mistakes and allowing that to build his understanding of these mindsets. Why does this matter? The work you do to develop the self-awareness of your teachers and aid the formation of healthy mindsets will have more to do with long-range fruitfulness than the best policies and policing that you can provide. It's the difference between joyful labor and desperate survival. The theme that runs through the talk is combatting disinterest, disrespect, and disorder in the classroom so that learning can be wholesome and fruitful for all involved. Content vs. student Teacher pets Strictness vs. leniency Inconsistency and mood swings Respecting the personhood of every student All work, no play Criticism vs. complements Unrealistic expectations   Winning students' hearts Interest in their personal lives Passion for learning and for the subject Special projects Diversity of style   Model neatness Know your subject Plan your projects Follow a schedule   Links This recording was first published as “Teacher Generated Problems” on The Dock: https://thedockforlearning.org/lecture/teacher-generated-problems/ Other recordings from TW 2010: https://thedockforlearning.org/series/fbep-teachers-week/faith-builders-teachers-week-2010/

BBC in the Dock: Time to Scrap the Licence Fee? #BBC #Panorama #Trump #BBCBias #AllegedBias #LicenceFee #JonGaunt #UKPolitics #TVLicence #LiveShow The BBC is back in the dock — MPs are grilling bosses, Panorama and Trump coverage are under fresh allegations, and the public is losing patience. So tonight we're asking the big one: Is it time to scrap the Licence Fee? In a world of YouTube, streaming, and choice, is the BBC still fit for purpose? Or is Auntie clinging to a model from the last century while viewers walk away?  I want YOUR views. I won't hold back. And neither should you. #BBC #Panorama #Trump #TrumpCoverage #BBCBias #AllegedBias #LicenceFee #ScrapTheLicenceFee #BBCCrisis #BBCDebate #MediaBias #PublicBroadcasting #JonGaunt #Gaunty #PoliticalDebate #UKPolitics #TVLicence #MainstreamMedia #AuntieBeeb #BroadcastingFuture #MediaTrust #LiveShow BBC, Panorama, Trump, Trump coverage controversy, alleged BBC bias, BBC crisis, licence fee, scrap the licence fee, TV licence debate, BBC debate, Jon Gaunt, Gaunty, public broadcasting, media bias controversy, UK politics, mainstream media, BBC investigation, Auntie Beeb, broadcasting future, media trust, political debate, YouTube live show, British media, BBC funding debate This is political blogging and hard-hitting social commentary from Triple Sony Gold Award-winning talk radio legend, Jon Gaunt — former host on BBC, Talk Radio, and Sky News. On Jon Gaunt TV, we cut through the noise and say what others won't. No political correctness. No censorship. Just real conversations that matter.

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Man Falls Between Ship and Dock is today's lead story on Monday Travel and Cruise Industry Podcast,, November 17, 2025 with Chillie Falls. Also today, National Zoo Reopens; MGM Grand Hotel and Casino Renovation; More Issues For Carnival Horizon; 4 New Ships in 10 Days; Wellness at Sea Cruise; MSC Relief To Jamaica; Mossel Bay Terminal; Oceania Allura Digital Art Experience; Sakurajima Volcano Erupts; Beast Land Opens; and lots more LIVE at 11 AM EST. CLICK for video feed #mondaytravelandcruiseindustrypodcast #travelandcruiseindustrynews #podcast #cruisenews #travelnews #cruise #travel #chilliescruises #chilliefalls #whill_us Thanks for visiting my channel. NYTimes The Daily, the flagship NYT podcast with a massive audience. "Vacationing In The Time Of Covid" https://nyti.ms/3QuRwOS To access the Travel and Cruise Industry News Podcast; https://cms.megaphone.fm/channel/trav... or go to https://accessadventure.net/ To subscribe: http://bit.ly/chi-fal I appreciate super chats or any other donations to support my channel. For your convenience, please visit: https://paypal.me/chillie9264?locale.... Chillie's Cruise Schedule: https://www.accessadventure.net/chillies-trip-calendar/ For your mobility needs, contact me, Whill.inc/US, at (844) 699-4455 use SRN 11137 or call Scootaround at 1.888.441.7575. Use SRN 11137. YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/ChilliesCruises Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/chillie.falls X: https://x.com/ChillieFalls Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Hosts Spencer Neuharth, Steven Rinella, and Ryan Callaghan interview angler Sean Konrad about his myriad of world record catches, play another thrilling round of MeatEater Price is Right, and chat with Steve Powell of North America Diving Dogs about training pups for the pier. Watch the live stream on the MeatEater Podcast Network YouTube channel. Subscribe to The MeatEater Podcast Network MeatEater on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and YouTubeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Episodio 344.Mi nombre de diseñador es Kunning Drugger. Me dicen El Barato +, soy cabezón mas hacia este lado que hacia este lado y mira, tengo el paquete abajo…. Como suavecito, ¿me entiendes?

Description How and why do we teach science in a time when for years we've been battling in the world of science trying to prove God's existence? With what mindset do we approach the natural world? How are we seeing creation, and how does this shape the way we see the Creator? Rob Layne is quite interested in exploring some of what's going on deep under the hood in science. In this episode, you'll find some ideas for what to cover in science and how to teach it. You'll also hear Rob attempting to describe what an Anabaptist approach to science might look like. He speaks from a background in education that includes teaching and working for Christian Light. Let me give you a little more context. Broadly speaking, Protestants and Anabaptists have somewhat divergent understandings of the relative importance of the hands and the head. On practice and reason. Rob highlights a problematic part of trusting too much in reason, in having things worked out in our heads compared to prioritizing a life of obedience and accepting a level of not understanding or having thorough reasoning for our practice. It almost goes without saying, but let's not forget the reality that God did give us heads as well as hands, and there's also a danger of giving too little time and attention to using our heads well. But back to the issues, where do we look for proofs of the Bible and God. Should we be looking to science? Do unanswered questions produce doubt? What do the examples of Christ and the Scriptures show us about the way God reveals Himself to the world? Maybe there's something in the world of science for us to reclaim and revive.   Links This episode was first published on The Dock as “Why Teach Science?” https://thedockforlearning.org/lecture/why-teach-science/ More recordings from CASBI 2012: https://thedockforlearning.org/series/casbi/casbi-2012/

In this episode of Content, Briefly, Jimmy, Eric, and Chloe dig into the role of podcasts in B2B content strategies — where they fit, who should host them, how to repurpose them, and whether they're truly essential in 2025.Eric shares how the Dock podcast became the backbone of his content strategy — a goldmine of first-party insights that fueled blogs, newsletters, and social content. Chloe opens up about her love-hate relationship with podcasts and how repurposing audio into bite-sized or story-driven pieces helped her reconnect with the medium. Jimmy reflects on the unique connection podcasts create with listeners — one that blog posts and social media can't replicate.Together, they unpack the realities of running a B2B podcast: founder-led shows, consistency challenges, and the art of turning conversations into content that drives real business results.This episode is sponsored by Ahrefs. Sign up for Ahrefs Webmaster Tools for free to improve your site's SEO performance and grow traffic from search.Join us on Thursday, November 13 for a free event with Ahrefs: Make Your Business Discoverable in AI, Search, and BeyondYou can register here: https://luma.com/3irom2vd************************Useful Links:Follow Jimmy on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jimmydaly/Follow Chloe on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/chloethompson3/Follow Eric on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/edoty/************************Stay Tuned:► Website: https://www.superpath.co/► YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@superpath► LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/superpath/► Twitter: https://twitter.com/superpathco************************Don't forget to leave us a five-star review and subscribe to our YouTube channel.

Every supply chain team has experienced it: the shelves look full, but the product you actually need is nowhere to be found. On this episode of Power Supply, we sit down with Dustin Patterson, National Manager of Supply Chain Solutions at LogiQuip®, to explore the storage challenges frontline supply chain teams are really facing—and how better visibility, smarter demand signaling, and stronger clinician engagement can drive faster, clearer decisions that keep products stocked where they're needed most. From stockouts to communication gaps, Dustin shares what's working, what's not, and how collaboration is key to unlocking efficiency across the system. If you're ready to elevate inventory flow from storage to the bedside and ensure the right product reaches the right place at the right time, this conversation is one you won't want to miss! Once you complete the interview, jump on over to the link below to take a short quiz and download your CEC certificate for 0.5 CECs! – https://www.flexiquiz.com/SC/N/ps16-02 #PowerSupply #Podcast #AHRMM #HealthcareSupplyChain #SupplyChain #SterileStorage #SupplyChallenges #DemandSignaling

This is a replay of an episode I did 10 years ago for the 40th anniversary of the sinking. Tonight I talk about the wreck of the S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald Timeline: NOVEMBER 9 8:30 AM The Edmund Fitzgerald is loaded with taconite pellets at Burlington Northern Railroad, Dock 1. Superior, Wisconsin The ship is scheduled to transport the cargo to Zug Island on the Detroit River. 2:20 PM The Fitzgerald departs Lake Superior en route of Detroit with 26,116 tons of taconite pellets. 2:39 PM The National Weather Service issues gale warnings for the area which the Fitzgerald is sailing in. Captain Cooper on the Anderson radios a freighter (the Edmund Fitzgerald) that he spots. 4:15 PM The Fitzgerald spots the Arthur M. Anderson some 15 miles behind it. NOVEMBER 10 1:00 AM Weather report from the Fitzgerald. The report from the Fitzgerald shows her to be 20 miles south of Isle Royale. Winds are at 52 knots, with waves ten feet in height. 7:00 AM Weather report from the Fitzgerald. Winds are at 35 knots, waves of ten feet. This is the last weather report that the Edmund Fitzgerald will ever make. 3:15 PM Captain Jesse Cooper, (J.C.) of the S.S. Arthur M. Anderson watches the Fitzgerald round Caribou Island and comments that the Fitzgerald is much closer to Six Fathom Shoal than he would want to be. 3:20 PM Anderson reports winds coming from the Northwest at 43 knots. 3:30 PM Radio transmission between the Fitzgerald and the Anderson Captain McSorley (C.M.) to Captain Cooper (C.C.): C.M.: “Anderson, this is the Fitzgerald. I have sustained some topside damage. I have a fence rail laid down, two vents lost or damaged, and a list. I'm checking down. Will you stay by me til I get to Whitefish?” C.C.: “Charlie on that Fitzgerald. Do you have your pumps going?” C.M.: “Yes, both of them 4:10 PM The Fitzgerald radios the Arthur M. Anderson requesting radar assistance for the remainder of the voyage. Fitzgerald: “Anderson, this is the Fitzgerald. I have lost both radars. Can you provide me with radar plots till we reach Whitefish Bay?” Anderson: “Charlie on that, Fitzgerald. We'll keep you advised of position.” About 4:39 PM The Fitzgerald cannot pick up the Whitefish Point radio beacon. The Fitzgerald radios the Coast Guard station at Grand Marais on Channel 16, the emergency channel. Between 4:30 and 5:00 PM The Edmund Fitzgerald calls for any vessel in the Whitefish Point area regarding information about the beacon and light at Whitefish Point. They receive an answer by the saltwater vessel Avafors that the beacon and the light are not operating. Estimated between 5:30 and 6:00 PM Radio transmission between the Avafors and the Fitzgerald. Avafors: “Fitzgerald, this is the Avafors. I have the Whitefish light now but still am receiving no beacon. Over.” Fitzgerald: “I'm very glad to hear it.” Avafors: “The wind is really howling down here. What are the conditions where you are?” Fitzgerald: (Undiscernable shouts heard by the Avafors.) “DON'T LET NOBODY ON DECK!” Avafors: “What's that, Fitzgerald? Unclear. Over.” Fitzgerald: “I have a bad list, lost both radars. And am taking heavy seas over the deck. One of the worst seas I've ever been in.” Avafors: “If I'm correct, you have two radars.” Fitzgerald: “They're both gone.” Sometime around 7:00 PM The Anderson is struck by two huge waves that put water on the ship, 35 feet above the water line. The waves hit with enough force to push the starboard lifeboat down, damaging the bottom. 7:10 PM Radio transmission between the Anderson and the Fitzgerald. The Fitzgerald is still being followed by the Arthur M. Anderson. They are about 10 miles behind the Fitzgerald. Anderson: “Fitzgerald, this is the Anderson. Have you checked down?” Fitzgerald: “Yes we have.” Anderson: “Fitzgerald, we are about 10 miles behind you, and gaining about 1 1/2 miles per hour. Fitzgerald, there is a target 19 miles ahead of us.

This is a replay of an episode I did 10 years ago for the 40th anniversary of the sinking. Tonight I talk about the wreck of the S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald Timeline: NOVEMBER 9 8:30 AM The Edmund Fitzgerald is loaded with taconite pellets at Burlington Northern Railroad, Dock 1. Superior, Wisconsin The ship is scheduled to transport the cargo to Zug Island on the Detroit River. 2:20 PM The Fitzgerald departs Lake Superior en route of Detroit with 26,116 tons of taconite pellets. 2:39 PM The National Weather Service issues gale warnings for the area which the Fitzgerald is sailing in. Captain Cooper on the Anderson radios a freighter (the Edmund Fitzgerald) that he spots. 4:15 PM The Fitzgerald spots the Arthur M. Anderson some 15 miles behind it. NOVEMBER 10 1:00 AM Weather report from the Fitzgerald. The report from the Fitzgerald shows her to be 20 miles south of Isle Royale. Winds are at 52 knots, with waves ten feet in height. 7:00 AM Weather report from the Fitzgerald. Winds are at 35 knots, waves of ten feet. This is the last weather report that the Edmund Fitzgerald will ever make. 3:15 PM Captain Jesse Cooper, (J.C.) of the S.S. Arthur M. Anderson watches the Fitzgerald round Caribou Island and comments that the Fitzgerald is much closer to Six Fathom Shoal than he would want to be. 3:20 PM Anderson reports winds coming from the Northwest at 43 knots. 3:30 PM Radio transmission between the Fitzgerald and the Anderson Captain McSorley (C.M.) to Captain Cooper (C.C.): C.M.: “Anderson, this is the Fitzgerald. I have sustained some topside damage. I have a fence rail laid down, two vents lost or damaged, and a list. I'm checking down. Will you stay by me til I get to Whitefish?” C.C.: “Charlie on that Fitzgerald. Do you have your pumps going?” C.M.: “Yes, both of them 4:10 PM The Fitzgerald radios the Arthur M. Anderson requesting radar assistance for the remainder of the voyage. Fitzgerald: “Anderson, this is the Fitzgerald. I have lost both radars. Can you provide me with radar plots till we reach Whitefish Bay?” Anderson: “Charlie on that, Fitzgerald. We'll keep you advised of position.” About 4:39 PM The Fitzgerald cannot pick up the Whitefish Point radio beacon. The Fitzgerald radios the Coast Guard station at Grand Marais on Channel 16, the emergency channel. Between 4:30 and 5:00 PM The Edmund Fitzgerald calls for any vessel in the Whitefish Point area regarding information about the beacon and light at Whitefish Point. They receive an answer by the saltwater vessel Avafors that the beacon and the light are not operating. Estimated between 5:30 and 6:00 PM Radio transmission between the Avafors and the Fitzgerald. Avafors: “Fitzgerald, this is the Avafors. I have the Whitefish light now but still am receiving no beacon. Over.” Fitzgerald: “I'm very glad to hear it.” Avafors: “The wind is really howling down here. What are the conditions where you are?” Fitzgerald: (Undiscernable shouts heard by the Avafors.) “DON'T LET NOBODY ON DECK!” Avafors: “What's that, Fitzgerald? Unclear. Over.” Fitzgerald: “I have a bad list, lost both radars. And am taking heavy seas over the deck. One of the worst seas I've ever been in.” Avafors: “If I'm correct, you have two radars.” Fitzgerald: “They're both gone.” Sometime around 7:00 PM The Anderson is struck by two huge waves that put water on the ship, 35 feet above the water line. The waves hit with enough force to push the starboard lifeboat down, damaging the bottom. 7:10 PM Radio transmission between the Anderson and the Fitzgerald. The Fitzgerald is still being followed by the Arthur M. Anderson. They are about 10 miles behind the Fitzgerald. Anderson: “Fitzgerald, this is the Anderson. Have you checked down?” Fitzgerald: “Yes we have.” Anderson: “Fitzgerald, we are about 10 miles behind you, and gaining about 1 1/2 miles per hour. Fitzgerald, there is a target 19 miles ahead of us.

It's here. The climate crisis is no longer a distant warning. Climate Change: The Policy, Law, and Practice is a vital intervention. A book that gathers decades of global negotiations, Indian legal battles, and emerging climate jurisprudence into one urgent and accessible narrative. From courtroom precedents to cutting-edge policy, from carbon markets to constitutional rights, it examines how law can both shape and respond to the climate emergency. Author and legal expert Jay Cheema draws from his experience as Amicus Curiae to the Supreme Court of India in a landmark carbon emissions case. Guiding us through the evolving legal architecture of climate action and accountability, his presentation will be followed by an incisive conversation with an interlocutor to explore the tensions and hopes within the climate discourse. An open Q&A will close the session. Reshaping landscapes, displacing lives, and challenging our very systems of governance, this crisis can no longer be sidelined. Forests burn where there was once monsoon green, rivers swell as glaciers retreat, and the ancient cycle of India's six ritus feels increasingly unfamiliar. The chaos predicted by climate scientists in the 50's is increasingly creeping into our reality. Because the climate crisis is not only legal and political, but deeply personal. In this episode of BIC Talks, Jatinder 'Jay' Cheema will be in conversation with Navaneeta Bhaskar. This is an excerpt from a conversation that took place in the BIC premises in Aug 2025. Subscribe to the BIC Talks Podcast on your favourite podcast app! BIC Talks is available everywhere, including Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Google Podcasts, Castbox, Overcast, Audible, and Amazon Music.

3 minutes of your time to answer 5 questions will help us to serve you better. https://forms.office.com/r/1G564EGQkn Description Does supporting your teachers look overwhelming to you? You're not alone. Caring for and nurturing teachers is not easy. Each teacher represents many relationships and responsibilities. Your teacher's jobs matter. And they matter every day. That's why teaching is hard. And why it's hard to care for teachers. There is no autopilot at school. Anthony Hurst, who is a school representative for Christian Light, addresses this reality with the experience of both a teacher and administrator. He also understands the perspective of a school board. There's lots of combined talking to admin and school boards here. As you hear Anthony address school board members, ask yourself, “What is my place in cultivating a healthy principle to school board and staff to school board relationship?” In short, even for schools that have on-site principles or administrators, the presence of the school board is essential to providing a healthy support network for teachers. Teachers can't do it alone. Administrators can't do it alone. It takes all of us trying to understand each others' perspectives and working together to welcome each others' presence. This takes an inviting attitude, a strategic plan, and lots of patient dedication to make this happen. And Anthony has lots of ideas to get you started Take heart, and may this talk strengthen you for your good work.   Links   Links This recording was first published on The Dock as “Equipping and Supporting Your Teachers:” https://thedockforlearning.org/lecture/equipping-and-supporting-your-teachers/ More recordings from CASBI 2018: https://thedockforlearning.org/series/casbi/casbi-2018/ Episode 8: https://mcdn.podbean.com/mf/web/pkmyqvkteavwti3f/2024-12-03_Mixdownbby87.mp3 The Thread That Runs So True by Jesse Stuart: https://a.co/d/5EeEO4N The Seven Laws of the Learner by Bruce Wilkinson: https://a.co/d/j7mJBaW The Seven Laws of the Teacher by Howard G. Henricks: https://a.co/d/3HZi0uj

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Persistent, detailed creaking wood and metal sounds coming from the floating dock structure on Hovedoya island, Oslo, along with gentle wave sounds underneath, September 2025. Recorded by Cities and Memory. 

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Today we are rehashing Younger Season 3, Episode 8: "What's Up, Dock?" Join us as we discuss Diana's Metro-bike "date," Colin soft launching his 900 page manuscript on his first date with Kelsey, and so much more!

Today, Nicole and Diana discuss Nicole's genealogical "treasure hunt" at the Love County Courthouse in Marietta, Oklahoma, where she uncovered land records for her Harris family ancestors. Nicole shares her preparation process, including calling the courthouse and using RandyMajors.org to map out locations. She recounts her journey to the courthouse and how she became oriented with the deed books and indexes. Listeners will learn about Nicole's first discovery of records for her second-great-grandfather, Dock Harris, and his wife Allie, as well as additional records found for Dock and J.R. Defoor. The discussion then moves to Nicole's successful search for John C. Harris's land purchase and the oil and gas records found for Arza Harris, John's second wife. Nicole also shares additional discoveries for other family members and important protocol lessons learned during her research trip.  This summary was generated by Google Gemini. Links Treasure Hunt at the Love County Courthouse: Uncovering Land Records - https://familylocket.com/treasure-hunt-at-the-love-county-courthouse-uncovering-land-records/ Sponsor – Newspapers.com For listeners of this podcast, Newspapers.com is offering new subscribers 20% off a Publisher Extra subscription so you can start exploring today. Just use the code “FamilyLocket” at checkout.  Research Like a Pro Resources Airtable Universe - Nicole's Airtable Templates - https://www.airtable.com/universe/creator/usrsBSDhwHyLNnP4O/nicole-dyer Airtable Research Logs Quick Reference - by Nicole Dyer - https://familylocket.com/product-tag/airtable/ Research Like a Pro: A Genealogist's Guide book by Diana Elder with Nicole Dyer on Amazon.com - https://amzn.to/2x0ku3d 14-Day Research Like a Pro Challenge Workbook - digital - https://familylocket.com/product/14-day-research-like-a-pro-challenge-workbook-digital-only/ and spiral bound - https://familylocket.com/product/14-day-research-like-a-pro-challenge-workbook-spiral-bound/ Research Like a Pro Webinar Series - monthly case study webinars including documentary evidence and many with DNA evidence - https://familylocket.com/product-category/webinars/ Research Like a Pro eCourse - independent study course -  https://familylocket.com/product/research-like-a-pro-e-course/ RLP Study Group - upcoming group and email notification list - https://familylocket.com/services/research-like-a-pro-study-group/ Research Like a Pro with DNA Resources Research Like a Pro with DNA: A Genealogist's Guide to Finding and Confirming Ancestors with DNA Evidence book by Diana Elder, Nicole Dyer, and Robin Wirthlin - https://amzn.to/3gn0hKx Research Like a Pro with DNA eCourse - independent study course -  https://familylocket.com/product/research-like-a-pro-with-dna-ecourse/ RLP with DNA Study Group - upcoming group and email notification list - https://familylocket.com/services/research-like-a-pro-with-dna-study-group/ Thank you Thanks for listening! We hope that you will share your thoughts about our podcast and help us out by doing the following: Write a review on iTunes or Apple Podcasts. If you leave a review, we will read it on the podcast and answer any questions that you bring up in your review. Thank you! Leave a comment in the comment or question in the comment section below. Share the episode on Twitter, Facebook, or Pinterest. Subscribe on iTunes or your favorite podcast app. Sign up for our newsletter to receive notifications of new episodes - https://familylocket.com/sign-up/ Check out this list of genealogy podcasts from Feedspot: Best Genealogy Podcasts - https://blog.feedspot.com/genealogy_podcasts/

With the afternoon ahead of them the boys need to find something to do. Should they scout out Cabin 6 and make a plan to get Beef's contraband or just have some fun at the lake?Opening music Music by Viacheslav Starostin from PixabayPatreon: patreon.com/thisishowwerollEmail: thisishowwerolldnd20@gmail.comTwitter: @tihwr20Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/687097571930276Linktree: https://linktr.ee/tihwr

This week on Cooking Issues, Dave Arnold and the crew welcome special guest KC Boyle of Dock to Dish, a pioneering community-supported fishery connecting local fishermen directly with restaurants. KC breaks down how their model short-circuits the traditional supply chain, gives boats better pay, and brings overlooked species like sea robin, welks, and local red shrimp to chefs' menus.Alongside the seafood talk, Dave recounts his oily laundry disaster, debates eggplant varietals with John, and Jack shares food adventures from Taiwan, Hong Kong, and China — including stinky tofu, abalone, and Michelin dining in Chengdu. The conversation veers into fruit obsessions, etiquette in fine dining comps, and why Americans need to expand their fish vocabulary.From abalone and blowfish to razor clams and blackfish, this episode dives deep into the hidden bounty of local waters and what it takes to get them onto plates.Cooking Issues — where chefs, fish, and the occasional lifetime-guaranteed backpack all meet at the table. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

View this video at https://macmost.com/customizing-your-mac-with-icon-widget-styles.html. New in macOS Tahoe is the ability to change the app icons in the Dock and elsewhere to make them darker, transparent or tint them with a color of your choice. Have a look at all of the options.