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What happens when you grow up interpreting the world for your parents while carrying grief of your own? Maria Gallucci knows that experience well. As a child of deaf adults, she learned early how isolating life could feel for her parents and how small acts of inclusion could change everything. Later, she found herself in the painful role of interpreting a doctor’s words and telling her mom she had only months to live. In this episode, Maria shares how those moments shaped her grief journey and fueled her commitment to building a more inclusive world. She talks about supporting the deaf and hard-of-hearing community, navigating loss, raising children through grief, and carrying the lessons of her best friend’s sudden death. Her story is full of honesty, compassion, and purpose. What you’ll hear in this episode: The moment Maria had to interpret her mother’s terminal diagnosis How growing up as a CODA shaped her compassion and advocacy Why small acts of inclusion can change lives Listen and remember that your story matters too. Guest Bio Maria Gallucci is a multi-award-winning real estate agent and proud CODA (Child of Deaf Adults). Growing up as one of six hearing children raised by Deaf parents, she learned ASL before English and helped her parents buy a home at just 12 years old. This experience shaped her passion for inclusive communication and helping those who are often overlooked. For over 30 years, Maria has supported homebuyers from all walks of life, with special focus on the Deaf, Hard of Hearing, and LGBTQ+ communities. She’s the founder of Uptown Realty Group, Gallucci Homes, ASL @ Compass Affinity Group, and ASL Realty, a national platform connecting Deaf & Hard of Hearing clients with signing agents. She ranks in the top 1% of agents in Colorado and top 1.5% nationwide. Maria also serves on boards for Rocky Mountain Deaf School, DOVE, and Colorado Association of the Deaf. Her motto, "just try," reflects her belief that meaningful connection starts with one small step. Her debut book, Raised in Silence, is both a love letter to the Deaf & Hard of Hearing community and a guide for bridging communication gaps. Connect with Maria: Website: aslrealty.com Website: galluccihomes.com If this conversation moved you, please share it and consider supporting the show: Listen and follow: www.thelifeshiftpodcast.com/follow Support on Patreon for ad-free and early-release episodes: www.patreon.com/thelifeshiftpodcast Subscribe to the newsletter and join the conversation: https://thelifeshiftpodcast.beehiiv.com/

Schönheitsideal, das viele von uns geprägt und unter Druck gesetzt hat. In dieser besonderen Folge von "Elternsein ist (k)ein Kinderspiel" spricht deine Hostin Frieda Lewin mit Sonny Loops darüber, wie uns die Y2K-Körperbilder beeinflusst haben und wie wir unsere Kinder davor schützen können, in dieselben Fallen zu tappen. Sie tauchen ein in die Dove-Studie "The Weight of Words" und stellen die wichtige #ShredToShine-Kampagne von Dove und Rossmann vor, die uns dazu einlädt, alte, verletzende Schönheitsideale zu "shreddern". Erfahre, welche konkreten Schritte du im Alltag unternehmen kannst, um dein Kind für eine liebevolle Beziehung zum eigenen Körper – weg von medialen Trends, hin zu Body Neutrality und Selbstakzeptanz – stark zu machen. Tauche ein in eine Folge voller persönlicher Einblicke und praktischer Übungen, die dir helfen, dich und deine Kinder zu stärken.

This week we're joined by Ryan Castelaz -- founder of Discourse (Milwaukee's boundary-pushing coffee bars) and co-creator of Agency, a reservation-only cocktail lounge known for its made-to-order “dealer's choice” program (and equally serious non-alcoholic builds). A former opera singer turned flavor obsessive, Ryan went from Door County pop-ups to running one of the Midwest's most inventive beverage programs, with a best-selling book -- The New Art of Coffee  -- along the way. You can catch Discourse at its Wicker Park residency across from Dove's -- with a permanent neighborhood spot on the horizon. Expansion plans are percolating, too. Ryan joins us to talk storytelling as a service, why NA belongs at the same table as spirits, the alchemy of flavor science, how to design two-hour experiences in a two-minute coffee world, and so much more.

Chi ha paura di perdere i propri dati? Ma, soprattutto, che fine fanno le informazioni sensibili su di noi quando le inseriamo su ChatGPT o altri LLM? I dubbi sono legittimi, ma dobbiamo davvero preoccuparci? Alberto Mattiello ha cercato prove di casi di leak e di utilizzo non autorizzato di dati caricati su sistemi AI: in questa puntata, ecco quello che ha scoperto sulla memoria dell’intelligenza artificiale, sul modo in cui conserva le nostre informazioni e per quanto tempo.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Il cervello umano non è fatto per vivere costantemente tra schermi, cemento e rumore. La ricerca di Marc Berman, psicologo e neuroscienziato dell'Università di Chicago, dimostra che anche una breve immersione nella natura, o persino la visione di paesaggi naturali, migliora memoria, attenzione e umore. In questo episodio parliamo del perché la natura è uno dei rimedi più potenti contro la stanchezza mentale della vita moderna. ________________________________________ QURA è la prima piattaforma in Italia dedicata alla prevenzione personalizzata e alla longevità. Offre una membership che include check-up completi, un protocollo di salute e integrazione su misura e supporto medico continuo. Le iscrizioni sono aperte su https://www.qurahealth.it/ Prova gratis ANAPANA, la prima mindfulness app in Italia. Allena la mente ad essere presente, migliora la concentrazione e la gestione dello stress. Scaricala ora su Apple Store e Google Play cercando "Anapana Studio" o vai su https://anapana.it/ Collaborazioni: Sconto sul⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ sito di Koro⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠VIRGIKORO⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Scopri ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Veggy Good Shopify: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠shopify.it/tressessanta⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ _____________________________________________ Tressessanta è anche ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠newsletter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠: iscriviti per ricevere riflessioni, storie e consigli per coltivare il tuo benessere a 360 gradi. Unisciti al ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠canale Telegram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ per entrare a far parte della community e seguimi su ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Youtube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ e ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tiktok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ per spunti di riflessione e ispirazione quotidiane. Ho scritto un journal, si chiama Un anno per rinascere. E' un viaggio interattivo fatto di riflessioni quotidiane, spazi vuoti da riempire e momenti di autentica introspezione. Puoi ordinarlo ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠qui.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Solitamente, in Argentina, le elezioni di metà legislatura non suscitano molto interesse a livello internazionale. Quest'anno però si sono trasformate in una sorta di referendum, a favore del presidente in carica Milei, con la conquista di 64 deputati (contro i 31 dei progressisti). Un risultato che sorprende rispetto i sondaggi della vigilia, che avevano pronosticato un testa a testa tra la Libertà Avanza e la coalizione di sinistra Fuerza Patria.Economista di professione e ultra-liberista per vocazione, Milei è in carica da quasi due anni e aveva ripreso un Paese sull'orlo del tracolo, anche a causa di corruzione e clientelismo. Appena arrivato al potere il neo-presidente non ha perso tempo nell'utilizzare soprattutto l'arma dei tagli. Ha ridotto le pensioni, fermato parecchi cantieri pubblici, diminuito i fondi per scuole e ospedali. E ha spinto sul pedale delle privatizzazioni. Tutto questo sta però avendo importanti conseguenze a livello sociale, basti dire che un cittadino su tre vive al di sotto della soglia di povertà. E che i mercati non sembrano dargli molta fiducia, proprio in questi giorni ci è voluto un intervento di Donald Trump in persona, e delle finanze USA, per perlomeno rallentare la perdita di valore del peso, la moneta nazionale.Dove sta andando l'Argentina di Milei? Cosa dire dei due volti della sua politica economica e finanziaria, che riduce l'inflazione ma accresce la crisi sociale? E quale il ruolo degli Stati Uniti, e anche della Cina, in questo Paese dell'America Latina fin troppo abituato a convivere con il rischio della bancarotta?Ne discuteremo conElena Basso, collaboratrice RSI dal Sudamerica  Antonella Mori, docente di economia politica dei Paesi dell'America latina, alla Bocconi di Milano 

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In this gripping conversation on Focus Today with Perry Atkinson, Jeff Dornik warns that artificial intelligence is not merely a technological advancement but a spiritual turning point for humanity. As algorithms replace discernment and digital idols rise in place of truth, Jeff reveals how cults of personality and misinformation are conditioning society to surrender human sovereignty to machine authority. Drawing from his book Following the Leader and his work with Pickax, he calls for a revival of human consciousness anchored in truth, reason, and faith before it's too late.Subscribe to The Jeff Dornik Show on Rumble and never miss a show. https://rumble.com/c/jeffdornik Big Tech is silencing truth while farming your data to feed the machine. That's why I built Pickax… a free speech platform that puts power back in your hands and your voice beyond their reach. Sign up today: https://pickax.com/?referralCode=y7wxvwq&refSource=copySubscribe to my Pickax account today and get my hard-hitting, uncensored email newsletter delivered straight to your inbox. https://pickax.com/jeffdornik

SummaryMarco e Cesare discutono delle conferenze a cui hanno partecipato negli ultimi anni, evidenziando le differenze tra eventi come Codemotion, PyCon Italia, Big Data London e PY4AI. Ogni conferenza ha un focus unico, dalla varietà di temi trattati alla forza della community, fino all'importanza di eventi di nicchia.

Tim Buell is a Nashville-based drummer who has toured with several artists like Michael W. Smith (three time Grammy winner, 45 Dove awards), Cody Fry (two time Grammy nominated), Gloriana, Jana Kramer, Jerrod Niemann, Remedy Drive, and many others. He also records drums for clients all over the world from his home studio and other Nashville-based studios. In 2022, Tim received his first Latin Grammy nomination for his work on the album Alfa Y Omega by Athenas. In addition to touring and recording, Tim is passionate about creating educational resources through courses and eBooks (available at his website) and maintains a roster of private students virtually through Zoom and in-person at his studio in Nashville. Tim has also spent many years transcribing drum parts from iconic songs and drum solos and his transcriptions have been featured by Zildjian, Vic Firth, Drummerworld, and the Percussive Arts Society. He has created educational resources with Benny Greb, Ash Soan, Aaron Sterling, Aaron Spears, Stanton Moore, and many others. To view his transcriptions, learn more about lessons, or download free drumming resources - visit his website: https://www.timbuellmusic.com Email - timbuellmusic@gmail.com Podcast - https://www.timbuellmusic.com/podcast Instagram/TikTok - @timbuell YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/timplaysdrums In this episode, Tim talks about:     Building community in the drumming world     Basing decisions on your own desires     Having a healthy relationship with your instrument     Graduating from drummer to musician who plays drums     The importance of communication     Learning to record yourself one mic at a time     What the term “raw tracks” really means     Assigning value to your work ⁠⁠Here's our Patreon⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Here's our Youtube⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Here's our Homepage

L'Europa del Green Deal sembra lontana anni luce. In pochi giorni Bruxelles ha rinviato la legge anti-deforestazione, accantonato il pacchetto sul benessere animale, aperto ai biocarburanti e alla neutralità tecnologica per rilanciare l'industria. E intanto le destre spingono per un'Unione più competitiva e meno “green”. Dove vuole andare questa nuova Europa? Parliamo anche brevemente del Brasile che si accinge a ospitare COP30, della prima premier donna giapponese, delle elezioni in Bolivia e del Cile che vuole vietare gli allevamenti di polpi.INDICE:00:00:00 - Sommario00:00:52 - La promessa tradita del Green deal00:22:25 - Altre notizie dal mondo, in breveFonti: https://www.italiachecambia.org/podcast/green-deal-sotto-attacco/Iscriviti alla NEWSLETTER: https://bit.ly/43SCSr8Vuoi sostenere Io Non Mi Rassegno? Abbonati a Italia che Cambia.

La "trasferta" in America di Barcellona - Villarreal è stata annullata, mentre in Italia ancora si parla di quella a Perth tra Como e Milan. Nel mentre si apre il caso Sinner, che ha deciso di non rappresentare la nazionale italiana nella prossima Coppa Davis. Durante la puntata Francesca e Daniele ci accompagnano nel rivedere queste e tante altre notizie dello sport dell'ultima settimana, insieme ai contributi di Giovanni per il calcio e Gianmaria per il basket.

Mark Murphy, Terry Butcher, Russell Osman host this 9th episode of Life's A Pitch TV Season 3.  We would like to thank our Main Sponsor DPS Tech, our Associated Sponsors, All About Hearing, Hudson Group, Venue 16, The Dove, Seckford Golf Club, John Keeble Cars (Bramford), Ashford Wright Ltd, Lacons, and our Production Sponsors who are Come Hither Design, Jon Parker of Venue 16 and Richard Garrett of Sound 4 Pro Audio on Technicals..Life's A Pitch TV

Metti una caldaia che si rompe proprio quando il freddo bussa alle porte. Metti un intero plesso scolastico costretto a operare con temperature non certo accessibili. Dove mandare gli alunni della Primaria di Chiuppano se non dai "cugini" di Carrè?

Ciao a tutti, amici e amiche del Traffico! Dopo quasi tre anni insieme, è arrivato il momento di vederci e abbracciarci dal vivo! Ho due fantastici eventi in programma e spero tanto di incontrare te e i tuoi genitori!1. Tappa n. 1: Lucca Comics & Games!

Una batosta che non rende certo il percorso verso Napoli-Inter più agevole: i nerazzurri tornano a pancia piena con quattro gol rifilati all'Union SG, i partenopei tornano invece con sei gol sulla zavorra incassati dagli olandesi del PSV. Una prima assoluta per una squadra allenata da Conte che a fine partita ha dato titoli e argomenti a giornali e critica. Un po' come Tudor che, prima di salire sul patibolo del Bernabeu questa sera, si lascia andare ad uno sfogo sul calendario troppo impegnativo in conferenza stampa. A proposito di calendario, la Liga cancella dal suo l'impegno Villareal-Barcellona oltreoceano: niente Miami, si resta in Spagna. Succederà lo stesso per Milan-Como? Di tutto questo parliamo con i convocati di oggi: Antonio Giordano e Filippo Maria Ricci della Gazzetta dello Sport, Massimiliano Nerozzi del Corriere della Sera e Carlo Pellegatti in una versione a distanza di #DaiCarloNonFarlo.

Gospel and Christian music call this city home. But until now, there hasn't been an obvious physical location. With the opening of the Museum of Christian & Gospel Music this month, we'll look at the history of a unique genre that focuses as much on the lyrics and meaning as the song itself. We're joined by historians, executives and a Dove Award winning artist. Additionally, our guests will highlight the importance of race and how it shaped today's world of Contemporary Christian Music. This episode was produced by Josh Deepan and Jewly Hight. Guests Jewly Hight, WPLN senior music writer Leah Payne, religious historian & author DOE, Dove award-winning artist Jackie Patillo, Gospel Music Association President Steve Gilreath, Executive Director of the Museum of Christian & Gospel Music Additional reading: New Musem of Christian and Gospel Music honors diversity of music with a message

Le prime pagine dei principali quotidiani nazionali commentate in rassegna stampa da Davide Giacalone. Il vertice tra Putin e Trump che è saltato, la manovra e le tensioni, Nicolas Sarkozy che è entrato in carcere. Viaggi. Qualche suggerimento per le mete nel periodo autunnale... e magari ci proiettiamo anche sul periodo natalizio. È tornata a trovarci Simona Tedesco, direttrice di Dove. Ieri l'ex presidente francese Nicolas Sarkozy è entrato in carcere per il caso dei presunti finanziamenti della Libia di Gheddafi. Ci siamo collegati con Parigi, con Veronica Gennari, corrispondente di Sky tg 24 dalla Francia. Don Antonio Mazzi, fondatore della comunità Exodus, regala ogni giorno un pensiero, un suggerimento, una frase agli ascoltatori di RTL 102.5. Davide Giacalone, in libreria con "Futuribile. Domani sarà sempre migliore di ieri" (Edito da Rubbettino). Il punto sulle nostre squadre italiane in Champions con i nostri inviati. L'attualità, commentata dall'editorialista del giornale La Repubblica, Maurizio Molinari. All'interno di Non Stop News, con Giusi Legrenzi, Enrico Galletti e Massimo Lo Nigro.

Dopo gli esiti dell'inchiesta della Procura, il sindaco di Marano Vicentino non nasconde la sua preoccupazione per la cava Vianelle, uno dei siti che nel vicentino hanno accolto terra e roccia da scavo provenienti dai cantieri delle gallerie Spv. Ma ce ne sono altri 20.

La trasformazione digitale della Pubblica Amministrazione è una sfida che va oltre la tecnologia: richiede cultura, visione e responsabilità.In questa puntata della rubrica Techpreneurs Talks incontriamo Alfredo Olivieri, Amministratore Delegato di Performer S.r.l., per scoprire come l'azienda bolognese sia riuscita a coniugare innovazione, equità e centralità delle persone in oltre venticinque anni di attività.Performer è partner di riferimento per la PA italiana nella gestione dei Fondi Strutturali Europei (FESR e FSE), ma il suo modello imprenditoriale va ben oltre: riduzione delle disuguaglianze interne, partecipazione agli utili, smart working e una visione del software “a misura di cittadino”.Un dialogo che tocca temi cruciali: l'etica d'impresa, la digitalizzazione reale (non solo burocratica) e il futuro della PA tra intelligenza artificiale e nuove competenze.⏱️ Principali punti di discussione00:00 – Introduzione di Alex Pagnoni01:45 – La storia di Performer e la missione nella digitalizzazione della PA03:30 – I valori che guidano Performer: equità, partecipazione, responsabilità sociale06:15 – Un modello d'impresa diverso da quello delle multinazionali09:05 – Il benessere delle persone e l'organizzazione flessibile del lavoro12:00 – Cultura aziendale e gestione autonoma dei team15:45 – L'importanza di gestire il “caos creativo”18:30 – Le difficoltà della digitalizzazione nella Pubblica Amministrazione22:10 – Casi di successo: Sfinge 2020 e l'app per i buoni servizio di Trento26:30 – Il ruolo dell'Intelligenza Artificiale nella PA del futuro29:40 – Dove trovare Performer online e conclusione

L'Apertura di Club Napoli del 22 Ottobre, dopo la sconfitta in Champions

La Juve cade a Como nella sfida delle 12,30 e rimanda ancora l'appuntamento con la vittoria. Gli uomini di Tudor non trovano i tre punti in campionato dal 13 settembre. Sentiamo cosa ne pensa Massimo Giletti.Si ferma anche il Napoli, piegato ieri pomeriggio dal gol dell'ex Simeone. Noi ne parliamo con Max Gallo.Vince invece l'Inter, corsara all'Olimpico grazie a una rete di Bonny nei minuti iniziali. Dove possono arrivare i Nerazzurri? Lo chiediamo a Francesco Colonnese.A seguire voliamo in Arabia per discutere con Diego Nargiso della vittoria di ieri di Sinner contro Alcaraz. Il numero 2 del mondo si aggiudica il Six Kings Slam.Torniamo al calcio per analizzare il posticipo di stasera: a San Siro il Milan cerca una vittoria per prendersi il primato, la Fiorentina tenta invece di uscire da una preoccupante crisi di risultati. Ne parliamo con Mario Ielpo e con Roberto De Ponti.Poi la MotoGP con Carlo Pernat: in Australia vince Fernandez, podio per Di Giannantonio e Bezzecchi.In coda la Formula 1 con Umberto Zapelloni. Stasera si corre a Austin: Verstappen riapre la corsa al titolo? Speranza Ferrari dopo le buone qualifiche.

Welcome back to another episode of Tales of Recovery, where host Gris sits down in the South Park studio with the insightful Katie Dove. In this engaging conversation, Katie shares her journey into the transformative world of cranio-sacral therapy and reveals how it has influenced her life and healing practice. Together, they discuss the essence of slowing down, connecting with the heart, and embracing authentic storytelling. Katie recounts her upbringing and how it shaped her path towards becoming a healer. Through personal experiences and family influences, she developed a deep connection to intuition and space, guiding her through various healing modalities including telepathic communication and somatic insights. Join them as they explore the significance of water, both physically and spiritually, and how it can be a conduit for healing. Katie highlights the importance of receiving life with openness and stepping away from the societal expectations that often confine us. The conversation delves into the need for a collective awakening, nurturing our own sovereignty, and embracing the gifts we possess. This episode invites you to reflect on your own journey of self-discovery and the power of slowing down to truly live the life you're meant to live. Don't miss this enriching discussion on healing, intuition, and the magic that unfolds when we embrace our true selves.

Dove finisce il “sé” e dove comincia l'“altro da sé”? Una domanda fondamentale, che si interseca con il senso della nostra esistenza, con l'origine della vita. La nascita, infatti, appare come una separazione: lo staccarsi del cordone ombelicale. Nascere – come morire – ci espone a uno dei grandi quesiti dell'umanità, che mi piace riassumere con il titolo di un celebre quadro di Paul Gauguin: Da dove veniamo, chi siamo, dove andiamo? Nascere è il primo problema, il problema originario. Prenderne consapevolezza significa decidere di esporsi alla vulnerabilità del problema. Ma non è forse proprio questo rischio ciò che restituisce alla nostra vita tutti i suoi più autentici colori e le sue più originali sfumature?Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/lettere-a-mia-mamma--5917887/support.Scopri di più sulla ricerca artistica e accademica di Damiano Fina su www.damianofina.it

Joel & John's Stag tours...This week on the world's greatest user-generated movie creation podcast, we're squirming with dentist eyes & Justin Bieber ft. The KraysSend us YOUR film (or TV) suggestions by leaving a review on Apple or by getting in touch with us by email dreamfactorypod@gmail.com, Twitter, Facebook, Threads, Tik Tok or Instagram.The Dream Factory is a comedy podcast that turns YOUR film ideas into movie masterpieces. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Is it still a peace deal when Palestinians are still being killed? How much credit does Donald Trump deserve for all this? Will Democrats recognize that the ground is shifting under their feet or are they ideologically committed to not doing so? Is anything good happening in Canada? All this and more in this conversation with the incomparable Prem Thakker. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.insurgentspod.com/subscribe

Sono stati resi noti ieri i 25 nomi dei giovani calciatori candidati per il Golden Boy 2025, tra loro anche lo juventino Yildiz. A dirigere i lavori, Guido Vaciago, direttore di Tuttosport.Appuntamento a il 23 novembre per tutti gli amanti della corsa e della musica: Andrea Trabuio, direttore generale di MG Sport invita tutti alla Milano21, la mezza maratona che sarà accompagnata dalla musica dei Rockin' 1000.Oggi un grande ospite ad Endurance Race con Roberto Lacorte di Cetilar Racing e Gionata Ferroni: convocato Alessandro Pier Guidi, campione della classe Gtd dell'Imsa grazie al trionfo nella Petit Le Mans di domenica scorsa con la sua Ferrari 296 Gt3 numero 21.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 7 Zane s Kappa Sigma Cock Legend In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Domestication may be our second greatest accomplishment, exceeded only by Fire       Rhaine had clearly heard something and was trying to make up her mind if she could both check it out and keep me contained when I decided to change her train of thought. I gave an exaggerated sigh, took off my towel, threw it over my shoulder, and headed to my room. "Put, put, put, put that towel, back on," Rhaine stammered. "Why? There are not supposed to be any girls out on the fifth floor at this hour. It is all mine, according to the Chancellor herself," I said over my shoulder. "Now, are you coming along or do I get to shut my door in your face?" "We don't care," Rhaine tried to recover the momentum, "we have a key." "I don't believe you," I accused her as I stopped and kept looking over my shoulder. Barbie Lynn must be right, I have a really fine ass, because that was what they were all staring at. "Well, I have one," she taunted me as she brandished it in my face, from ten feet away. I just had to beam a smile her way. Her key was silver; mine, which hung around my neck on a light chain, was bronze, as were all five of the original keys. Someone was giving out copies of my room key; what a bunch of fuck-nuts. I turned and walked right up to her, which entailed backing her into a wall since she was trying to backpedal away, her eyes torn between my fiery gaze and awakening erection. The other two made to grab me but were flummoxed by my lack of clothing. I took the opportunity to press myself into Rhaine, who was giving me the deer-in-the-headlights look, ran a hand along her jaw and curled a lock of hair. I tickled her cheek with that lock, causing Rhaine to blush and her eyes to flutter. "Thanks, Rhaine. You are helping me out more than you know. If there is anything, I mean anything, I can do for you, let me know," I softly growled with a wolfish hunger to her, but still loud enough for her companions to hear. I stepped back and strutted away again, my semi-rigid rod swaggering back and forth. "Let's go to my room," I laughed. "Weren't we supposed to hurt him if he tried anything like that?" one girl whispered. "But he was naked," responded Mercy quietly. "What would happen if, you know, we touched, IT?" "We are not going to your room with you," Rhaine shouted at me. "Fine, suit yourself, because it isn't like I'm going to avail myself of any of the three fire escapes that lead off the roof," I chortled. "Also, touching IT can lead to blindness and sterility in the elderly under twelve and children over 65," I purposely attempted to confuse them. Children over 65, sometimes I need to show the whole world that I'm not getting enough sleep. Double Dating I was still laughing at my screw-up as the door swung shut. At the last second I failed to hear the 'clunk' of the latch hitting home, though I was already to my bed, when I heard the first hesitant footfalls on steps. I was well into my morning meditative trance, lotus style, when Rhaine crested the stairs. My eyes were shut but I could tell by her sharp intake of breath where she was and what she was staring at. "Put on some clothes!" she barked. I remained blind and silent. "I said 'put on some clothes'," she repeated. I hardly had more reason to do so now than I had a second ago. "Put on your clothes," she now sounded petulant; no response. We remained silent for almost a minute, I normally remain still for ten minutes, when she said the magic word. "Would you please put some clothes on?" "Please?" I responded, cracking open one eye. "Come over right now and give me a kiss; then I'll get dressed. Otherwise, you have to wait nine more minutes while I remain in prayer." "Prayer?" whispered Mercy; strangely, I prayed to the Christian God when I meditated, drawing upon Psalms and the Songs of Solomon mostly. "I will not kiss you; you sex, sex, sex fiend!" Rhaine shouted with disgust. I closed my eye and went back into my own little dream demi-plain. "Get dressed," she insisted once more. I could keep this up for another eight and a half minutes. Finally, in frustration, she stalked up to the side of my bed, the other two in tow. "If we need to, I'll escort you straight to the gymnastics facility where Coach Gorman can administer another lesson in humility." Since I hardly felt humiliated by our last encounter, I felt no necessity to slip out of my Center. My carpets were thin cast-offs from an earlier college epoch so they hardly aided any stealth attempt. Rhaine walked up to me, weighed her options, then pushed me lightly. "Get dressed, Zane," she said, neither convincingly angry nor commanding. That didn't work so she repeated the phrase and pushed harder. The third attempt used more strength but got the same results. Rhaine decided that her problem was in the application of force, not her message, so to increase her push, she placed a knee on the bed and pushed harder. "Get dressed, she squealed as I fell over, grabbing her wrist and pulling her with me. I leapt on top of her even as she rolled from her stomach to her back. Rhaine's eyes were wide as I dove in for a kiss. Her lips were locked shut so nothing more happened. She was still struggling for words when Mercy and the other girl grabbed my arms and yanked me up and back. "Get off of me," Rhaine shouted, a little too late to be effective or believable. Experienced leg-breakers usually keep their victim's arms up or to the side; they never stick them between their thighs. As it was, I was being pulled back on my knees, pinning Rhaine's shins to the bed and my hands merely inches away from their pussies. Was it Christmas already? So much of life is about leverage of one kind or another and in this case, the leverage was all in my captor's favor, so I needed to change things up. "Let go of me!" I shouted, struggled, and slipped my hands higher up their thighs. I'm not going to win an Oscar but I did make Rhaine smile at my feigned discomfort, to the point she propped herself up and grinned wickedly at me. "Now you are going to do what I say," she gloated. "Oh, I don't think so," I grinned right back. I rolled my arms in my shoulder joints and launched my upper body toward Rhaine. For those fans of physics, when the shoulder goes down and they've made the elbow a pivot point, then the lower arm goes up, science is my friend. I rolled my fore- and middle finger into one stiff rod and prodded Mercy's and her partner's perineum. They yelped and pulled back, drawing my fingers onto their slits and along them until I flicked their slumbering clits. Their faces flushed crimson as they stumbled back and released my arms. This allowed me to descend on Rhaine unimpeded. Her mouth open in a surprised 'O', our lips met and then our tongues touched inside her mouth. I was quick enough to wrap my arms around her before her back hit the bed. "Umm" she protested inside our oral embrace. "Umm" she mumbled, before, "Umm, she ended up moaning. I was a bit curious why Mercy and the as-of-yet named accomplice weren't all over this, breaking us apart, when I felt Rhaine's legs move from beneath me, to up my sides until they crossed over my ass and locked me in. "Is that, your, I'm not sure what to call it, cock?" she whispered between kisses. How she had become oblivious of her cohorts was beyond me. "I prefer the term cock," I responded with great gentleness but with a hungry stare, "but if cock works for you," I added with a slow, steady, downward pressure with my hips upon hers. Rhaine groaned from deep within, her head lolled back, and her eyes became somewhat unfocussed. "Oh, yes," she mouthed, barely audible. "Rhaine?" Mercy inquired. "Get, get off of Rhaine," the third girl said weakly. "Please?" Since she said please, I obliged. I flipped us over so that Rhaine was on top. I'm not sure how happy the girl was because Rhaine showed no haste in dismounting me, though we did stop kissing once more. "Would you, would you please get dressed now," Rhaine panted. I would have been more impressed, and able, if Rhaine hadn't been humping me at the moment. Clearly, my cock had wedged itself right against her panty-covered love box, her lips divided and her clit rubbing along my shaft. "You really are quite beautiful," I complimented her, as I brushed some loose hairs out of her eyes. Her face softened and she gave me her first compassionate smile. She also ground down on me harder, biting her lip as she did so. The two companions decided something, technically, it could be called a rescue mission, but I never really figured out who was being rescued as they grabbed my arms that encompassed Rhaine. The unnamed girl grabbed my unresisting hand and pulled it to her chest and kept it pinned tightly there. Mercy made even less pretense of actually helping out. She grabbed my other hand and put it in her lap. This would have been minutely more believable if her skirt hadn't 'accidentally' ridden up her thighs so that when I curled in my fingers, my hand slipped between her thighs. Any guess as to what happened when I flexed them again? As best as I could tell (I was still dealing with a face full of Rhaine), she had raised her closest thigh to block her friends from seeing what she was doing and was thrusting my hand into her crotch like it was some sort of fleshy dildo, with the 'finger-tickler' function. Heavy breathing, five seconds grinding my hand in deep, fifteen seconds figuring out that I was working my fingers underneath the elastic bands of her panties, twenty-two seconds. After that, she spread her thighs open slowly and as wide as she hoped she could get away with without being caught. She remained absolutely still as I slipped two fingers underneath her virginal armor and into her cream-covered labia while rubbing my thumb against her clit from the outside. Back to Rhaine: "I hope, ugh, ugh, you have learned, ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, God, your lesson, ugh, ugh, and we won't, Oh, have to force ourselves on, oh, yeah, ugh, ugh, you again." By this time, Rhaine had soaked her panties so thoroughly that she was making squishing noises as she rode me. "If you give me one more kiss," I grinned at her, "I'll do what you want and get dressed." I've rarely seen someone so arrogant and conceited so utterly baffled about what they should do. Obviously, if she kissed me and I stood up, we would stop having 'safe sex,' but she was truly, in her heart, trying to enforce her will on me too. "Fine," I saved her, "if you kiss me until I surrender to you, I'll go quietly and do what you say all day long." At no time was it ever discussed between us what it would take to make me surrender; she never gave me the chance. She grabbed my head with both hands and proceeded to suck the air out of my lungs and use her tongue to wrestle my tongue into submission. No-Name Girl wasn't humping me like a kitten on speed or pretending I was blind and her cunny was Braille, imparting knowledge by touch; she was playing the nervous virgin. I gave the slightest nudge toward her left breast, she stopped me. I repeated the motion and she stopped me again. On the third try, she controlled my gradual migration over her breast and centered my fingertips over her nipple. Mind you, I still had a face full of Rhaine so I couldn't see what I was doing, but I've had sex on moonless nights and I've even had sex blindfolded once (we both were and it was really fun), so I had some experience at sexual navigation by touch alone. I didn't grab, grope, or shake her orb around; I palmed the breast and slowly contracted the hand up, letting the fingers and thumb bring the areolas and nipple into a tantalizing squeeze, then re-extend hand and repeat. Her nipple was pretty average but it soon made an appearance, so on the seventh stroke, I migrated my hand toward the middle of her chest. She groaned in disappointment until I tapped on two of her buttons rapidly before going back to the breast. She understood right off the bat and that shirt got unbuttoned in three seconds flat. Another squeeze and I rolled like a gentle breeze back to the sternum, under the shirt, and to her surprise, under the bra, and started tweaking the nipple and letting her breast roll in my palm. You know, it would be easier to tell my friends from my enemies if they weren't both trying to fuck me to death. I guess all my girl-'friends' do it out of love; my enemies are trying to bring me closer to God, as long as I get there from outside the campus grounds. There are a million worse ways to die and I shouldn't complain; the most important point is that I do have friends after all. Making the Most of Punishment I had barely gotten Nameless to suck two of my fingers and my thumb to slippery goodness and returned them to working her nipple when I heard someone not on the bed speak. "Do you think we have enough footage now, Iona?" Rio purred in a lethally seductive voice. "In the words of the immortal Rio Talon," Iona recited, "these bitches are toast." Dedicated readers will recall how I once claimed that I didn't live in the real world; I lived in Crazy Town. I still do. Rhaine rolled off me, into Nameless, and they clutched each other to avoid tumbling off my bed. (I have a newer, far bigger bed on order for the very reason that I'm tired of lovely ladies nearly taking headers off my favorite sexual encounter spot.) Rhaine was bosom to bosom with a girl whose shirt was wide open with one boob pulled out of her bra. My hand was yanked free in the exchange so I rapidly pushed myself into a semi-reclined position. Why was I not getting all the way up, you ask? Reference: Crazy Town - Mercy decided that being secretly included in a sex video was a huge turn-on. She started riding my two fingers like they were a mini-cock and she was going off like gangbusters. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, ahah." Mercy's whimpers kept rising in volume. "Oh, here it comes," was Barbie Lynn's assessment, based on deep personal experience with me. "Ah," Mercy continued with even more vigor. "Don't you worry, Barbie Lynn," Rio patted her on the shoulder, "she's not nearly as loud as you are." "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," Mercy's whimpers became hiccups as I redoubled my efforts on her clitoris. "She's no Leigh either," Opal pointed out. "Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai," Mercy began yelping louder still. "What is he doing to her?" Brandi gasped in wonderment. "Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba," Mercy's diaphragm began building up a terrible tension deep inside. "Ask him to show that to you in the shower tomorrow," Opal sighed, reliving her own tactile experiences under my care. "I'm not fixated on his cock; if I can't have it, I'll settle for his hands and mouth on me whenever I can get it." "Mother Fucker!" Mercy's head rolled back and she howled at the ceiling, killing all conversation in an instant. Silence hung over the room. Mercy started to fall forward but I caught her and let her drop onto my chest. I held her close until I felt her breathing start to come under control. She pushed up enough to look at me with eyes brimming with tears. "I'm ruined," she told me in a tired, raspy voice, then put her face into my shoulder and began wailing uncontrollably. I stroked her back and hair with my free hand. My other hand was covered in Mercy's fluids, and while some chicks might get off on being covered in their love juice, I doubted Mercy was into that kink; and besides, she was in her school uniform. "You are fine," I cooed. "No one is showing that video to anyone so you are safe. You are one of us and we'll protect you." That last bit was pulled 'outta my ass' so to speak. Every one of my friends up here had their own idea what our relationship was about and I could hardly speak for any one of them, much less all of us. "Speak for yourself, Num-nuts; I'm going to sink these skanks," Rio growled. "Rio, please," I requested in a calm and tender voice. She glared back with ill-concealed rage. "Do you have any idea what these bitches have been doing to me and the other freshmen?" Rio spat back. "Only the vaguest. And I am not saying they shouldn't make amends but there are two things we should consider," I began. It is a testament to how close Rio and I had grown that she permitted me to continue talking uninterrupted. "If we turn them in, we are precisely the type of people they think we are, immoral degenerates. This is supposed to be fun and liberating; if we start breaking people because they cut loose, actually express themselves and have fun, we become what they are and what we despise. I'll leave first," I told her. "Also, as strange as it sounds, probably more to you and me than anyone else on campus, we are Christians," I continued. Rio scoffed and clearly thought I'd lost my mind, or sold out. "You don't bend, Rio. You know right and wrong, and while you often choose wrong, you don't make excuses about it, and I've never had a better friend because I know you mean what you say and say what you mean, no matter how cutting," I explained. "You have clearly lived a socially deprived life, Rio taunted me, but her words cracked under her emotional turmoil ", if I'm what you consider to be a good friend, you stupid bitch moron cocksucker." "Let's put it to a vote," Iona volunteered the notion. "I think that's a good idea," Barbie Lynn stated, with Brandi and Opal agreeing. "Fine, whatever," grumbled Rio. "Okay. We are voting on whether or not we use the video as leverage against Rhaine, Mercy and, I looked to the nameless girl. "Joy," she provided. "Joy Jefferson." "Okay, and Joy Jefferson," I finished. "I vote 'no'." "I vote 'No'," Barbie Lynn went first, but Iona was right behind her with the same vote. "I'm actually with Rio on this one," Brandi said. "They are trying to get rid of Zane. I vote 'Yes'." "I vote 'Yes' as well," Opal agreed. "They shouldn't even be in our dorm or in Zane's room." The most surprised person in the room was now Rio. She clearly expected all the girls who had 'fallen under my spell' to do what I said, leaving her to be in the too familiar spot of being the Odd Woman Out. "I vote 'Yes' for both those reasons," she beamed hate at Rhaine, "plus I am Evil and I want your parents' heads to explode when they see you humping a guy in his dorm room while your lesbian buddies hold him down." "It is a tie," Iona pointed out. "What do we do now?" "It isn't a tie," I countered. "Not every FFU student has voted." "Oh, fuck no," Rio snapped. "They don't get a vote. I'll run and get Cappy and she'll sink their asses." "Okay," I told her. "I'm sure you can relate to having your fate boned by forces beyond your control. You go out and get as many people as you think are necessary to get them expelled and possibly tossed out by their parents. Take your time; there is nowhere they can run." Rio got halfway down the stairs before she came storming back up in a fury that would make a tornado proud. "Move, Bitch," she screamed at Mercy. I pushed Mercy out of the way because I knew what was coming while she had no clue. I scooted to the edge of the bed closest to where Rio was charging. Slap! Oh, fuck, that hurt. "You motherfucking, cock-smoking, son of a bitch," she seethed. Slap! resounded from my other cheek. I caught a glimpse of Iona coming to my aid but she was corralled by Barbie Lynn in time. Opal looked concerned and Brandi was totally stunned. "Don't you ever talk to me like that," she screamed, Slap! "I am not the Better Person. People fuck with me and I make them burn! Do you hear me?" "I understand," I responded with quiet, sincere intensity. Rio hauled off to hit me again and stopped. "Give them to me, Zane. Don't fight me on this. You'll be sorry," she threatened. "I'm doing this because I am your friend, Rio. From 6:00 a.m. on Day One, it has been you and me, and in four years when we earn our release, it will still be you and me," I related. "I don't fucking need you or your fucking pity, Shit For Brains," she growled. "Did it ever occur to you that I'm doing this for me, not you?" I explained. "Look around you right now; mostly really special people but none of them have lost their family and been sent off to live in exile." "My family is not dead, Zane," she replied, her anger misting away like fog before the Sun. "They may live and breathe but you lost them some time ago just the same," I prodded her. Rio said nothing for the longest time, then a lone tear escaped down her cheek. "Sorry, Bro," she stroked my tenderized cheek. "I'm seriously awake now, if that's any consolation," I smirked. "Smart ass," she chuckled back. "Are they okay now?" I overheard Brandi asking the other three girls on my side. "Oh, they are fine, Brandi," drawled Barbie Lynn. "They are like feuding twin brother and sister, somewhat incestuous, mind you, but they are about as close to kin, without being kin, as anyone I've ever seen, save Christina and Heaven." "Rio?" I requested once more. "Fine, the dumb bunnies can vote," she snarled, "but I am praying to God they screw it up anyway." "How do you ladies vote?" I looked to Rhaine but addressed them all. "Um, 'No'," Rhaine said quietly. When no one said anything, Joy rapidly agreed. That left everyone looking at Mercy not that her vote mattered to the final outcome; Rhaine and company were safe by at least one vote no matter what. "I," sniff, "okay, yes," gak, "I mean No!" she corrected, then added, "thank you." "The Noes have it; the video will be archived, not to be seen again until my funeral, which might convince Rhaine to let me live in peace," I teased. The three seniors sighed with relief. "Now for the punishment," Barbie Lynn pronounced. "What?" Rhaine blanched. "I thought we covered that. Are you going back on your word?" "No," Barbie Lynn smiled. "The video is out of bounds but there is still the matter of this being my dorm and me finding you in one of my student's rooms sexually molesting him. Re-read the Handbook if you doubt me or my authority, Rhaine." "We were told to be here by Dean Gorman," Rhaine countered. "Coach Gorman told you to go into Zane's room, sit on his lovely piece of male reproductive perfection, and ride it like you were in the Pony Express?" Barbie smirked. Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy realized that they had no plausible defense and too many witnesses. "What about you all being here?" Rhaine reposed desperately. "We heard his cries for help," Rio beamed. "I think Zane's cries went something like, 'Help, help, I'm trying to remain pure but these scantily clad babes are tearing off their clothes and partaking of my muscular, well-toned man-flesh'." "But that's a lie," Rhaine wailed. "Rhaine, we just salvaged your college career, if not your entire life, and you are worried about Rio's colorful recreation of events?" I inquired. "What is the punishment?" I looked to Barbie. "Spanking," she declared. "Three swats from each of us should do it - barehanded." Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy looked unhappy but not horrified. They looked decidedly less happy when Rio perked up. Morphing Intentions "Iona goes first," Rio said gleefully. "And it has to be on the bare, naked bottom, no panties; three spanks from each of us on each of you, no more than three minutes between the first and last." "No way," Rhaine snapped. She moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. "Fine. Let's go to Gorman's office right now," Barbie Lynn declared. "Zane, you come along as soon as you get dressed. "I'll do it," Mercy sniffled. "I'll take my spanking." "Me too," Joy joined in. Rhaine looked around for some lifeline but there was none. "Very well; let's get this over with," Rhaine conceded. The three girls took off their panties, which probably needed replacing anyway, turned around, bent over, and put their hands on the bed. "No, no, no," Rio denounced their efforts. "All three of you, on the bed, hands and knees with your knees at the edge." When Rhaine looked ready to object, "You agreed to this, Ladies. It is this or else!" The Condemned looked at one another, then slowly obeyed, but Rio wasn't satisfied. She pushed their tushes around and forced them to spread their legs farther apart and generally harangued them until she was happy with the arrangements. It didn't take a 'Doctor Ruth' to figure out what Rio was really doing but the three victims, plus Brandi and Iona, had no idea what they were in store for. "Iona, you first; give them something to remember you by. I'm next, followed by Barbie Lynn, Brandi, Opal, and Zane bats clean-up," (snicker) Rio directed. Barbie Lynn walked down the line, lifting up each skirt onto their back while I scrambled off to get dressed. (Okay, I walked six feet to my wardrobe and dresser.) Iona stood somewhat timidly behind Rhaine, took a deep breath, and, did a rather lukewarm smack. As soon as it fell Iona flinched, and she looked over to a glaring Rio. The next smack was hard enough to make Rhaine give a startled jump but not really cruel. The third, on the other cheek, was about as forceful. Iona stepped down the line and administered her share of the punishment. When she shuffled over to Rio, she looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Rio. I'm not sure about all of this. I don't want to hurt them," she explained. "It's cool," Rio soothed her. "You did exactly what I wanted you to do. Now," and whispering followed. Iona shrugged, raided my towel shelf, and headed downstairs quickly. Now it was Rio's turn. She walked up behind Rhaine, knelt between her legs, pressing them apart. "What the, Rhaine began. "Shut up and take it!" Rio growled with such menace that Rhaine turned forward and lowered her head in shame. When Rio placed a hand against Rhaine's rump, it wasn't in anger, though, but to rub it softly. "Very soft," Rio purred sensually. "Did Iona hurt you?" "Ah, not too bad," Rhaine stammered, confused by Rio's sudden affection. "I see a handprint," Rio told her. She was seeing something the rest of us were missing was all I could think. She leaned in and kissed that invisible mark, which caused more of a reaction than any of Iona's slaps. "Hey, what are you doing?" Rhaine squawked. Slap! "Ow!" cried Rhaine. She tried to pull away but Rio grabbed her hips with two hands and pulled back. "You agreed to this," Rio threatened her. Rhaine shuddered but she stopped trying to escape. "Are you going to behave so we can get this over with or do we need to make up an excuse for why we missed breakfast?" "Fine, fine, let's get this over with," Rhaine said dejectedly. "Good girl," Rio cooed. She began massaging Rhaine's right ass cheek with one hand while holding tight with her left hand on Rhaine's left hip. Rio placed a kiss on the cleft between the thigh and ass; Rhaine gave a tiny gasp, twitched, and tried to incrementally pull away. Rio was having none of that. "Bad girl," she murmured, but there was no slap this time. Instead, she slithered between Rhaine and Joy and whispered into Rhaine's ear. "Would you please get on your elbows, Sweet Rhaine?" I'd have bet money that Rhaine would have shot off her mouth if not physically resisted, but Rio was Mistress of the Moment and Rhaine meekly complied. Rio was so dominant, she even kissed Rhaine's ear and nipped the earlobe before resuming her station at Rhaine's posterior. "Is this punishment?" Brandi whispered. "Just you wait and see, Brandi," was my reply. Rio reached out with her hands, separated her ass cheeks, and soaked in the view. Right when Rhaine started to look underneath herself, Rio pushed her face into her cunt and made a loud sucking sound. "Ah!" Rhaine gasped, startled yet aroused. "Umm," Rio slurped, as she rubbed her face deep into Rhaine's Love box. I recognized the tongue technique of darting deep into the cunt, alternating with a vigorous suction of the clitoris. Instead of trying to get away, Rhaine went from resting on her elbows down to her chest touching the bed, her arms crossed, and her head resting on them. Slap! "Ow!" Rhaine whined, "That hurt." Rio was too busy giving Rhaine's cunt a world class swirly so it fell to Barbie Lynn to explain. "That's why it is called punishment, Rhaine," she said, but Rhaine was already moaning in ecstasy. A thin sheen of sweat had just started covering Rhaine's exposed flesh when Iona returned with a wicker basket full of wet cloths. I was buttoning my shirt and enjoying the show when I caught Joy and Mercy studying Rhaine with some concern and exchanging worried glances with one another. Rio seriously worked over Rhaine's cunt for another minute, then launched one more stinging slap. This time Rhaine screamed into her arm instead of out loud and didn't protest. Rio stood up and kissed the small of Rhaine's back. "You have one hot cunt, Bitch. I look forward to tearing another piece of you off later," Rio told her, voice heavy with heated passion. "Iona, towel." Iona tossed her a towel; Rio caught it one handed and used it to wipe off her face. She smiled at Barbie as the blonde came up and knelt behind Rhaine. Barbie Lynn's first spank was hardly brutal but it did get Rhaine's attention. She then began kissing each cheek as her hands parted the Senior Class President's (presumptive) ass cheeks. Her attentions wandered between the twin sets of firm muscle, her tongue flicking along Rhaine's pink, puckered star. "Gak!" Rhaine gasped. She followed it up with a serious tremor throughout her body. Barbie Lynn glanced over to me, gave me a devilish grin, and flexed her eyebrows in sheer delight. Barbie returned to Rhaine's rump and set to work using her extensive skills on her cunt, parting her lips with the fingers of one hand, pinching her clit between the thumb and forefingers of the other hand, and licking along her entire slit with her tongue. Between Joy's thighs, Rio was putting on a performance that would make Jenna Jameson proud, maybe even envious. Apparently her teenage exploration of the Arizona nightlife had not been the waste of time her parents thought it was. I doubt it mattered to Joy, who was already pushing her ass against Rio's face. On this victim, instead of spanking, Rio was biting her ass hard enough to leave marks and make Joy squeal. Two minutes into this round, Rhaine lost it and squirted all over Barbie Lynn's face. This was apparently her first squirter because Barbie tried to back away from the eruption, which only guaranteed that it splashed all over her body from eyebrows to both bodacious breasts. "Rhaine," Barbie Lynn scolded her fellow senior, "you could have warned me." Rhaine didn't respond; her face nestled down on her arms and her whole body wracked with waves of orgasmic bliss and her lungs fighting for air - she was in no state to respond. As Barbie stripped off her shirt, I gave her a washcloth and one of my white shirts. I tossed Rio her second cloth of the morning and motioned Brandi forward. "She's, she's still having her orgasm," Brandi questioned. "That's why this is called punishment," I explained with a knowing smile. Brandi opened her mouth in surprise, followed by understanding, and then a race to get between Rhaine's legs and take her first lick of Rhaine's quivering quim. "Ah, ah, ah,  Barbie Lynn, I've, Rhaine finally articulated ", never done that before, I swear. I am sorry." That was all she could muster; right after that, her fists crumpled up the quilt on my bed and she bit down on the folds in an attempt to stifle the increasingly slutty moans Brandi was bringing forth. Barbie Lynn decided not to put on my shirt, maybe not comprehending that her lacy beige bra had been rendered virtually transparent by Rhaine's ejaculate. Besides myself, Opal was also fixated on the view of her pendulous orbs and gorgeous engorged nipples. The blonde took a different approach with Joy. She lifted up the girl's hips, elevated her to the point Barbie could lick her from pubic mound to ass and back again. I knew Barbie Lynn was strong, but I'd never exploited that quality in that manner. I made a note for experimentation tomorrow night. "No, no, no, no," Joy repeated in a desperate effort to fight off the sensations that were pulsating in an irresistible current surging up from the wellspring of her womanhood. "I can't do this," she sobbed. "Lord, please save me." I hurried around the bed and slid beside Joy's head. I took her by the chin and made eye contact. "Joy, if you really want this to stop, it will end right now," I promised her, though I was sure I was getting a dirty, if unseen, glare from Rio. "You gave your word but if you honestly believe you have been punished enough, take my hand and I'll escort you out of here." I offered my hand to her and she stared at it. "Get me out of here," she panted, tears trickling down her cheeks and gathering at her chin. "No, you get yourself out of here. Give up and agree to leave Mercy and Rhaine to take the punishment you agreed to." "Take my hand, abandon them, and I'll clean you up and escort you back to the fifth floor. That will be the end of it and nothing more will be said," I defined my terms. Barbie Lynn was still going to town on Joy's clit and the poor victim so desperately wanted to escape her nearly impossible battle with her own incendiary sexuality, which was no longer begging for release but tearing its prison down brick by brick. Joy almost reached my hand but fell short at the last moment. "God forgive me," she wept. He breathing began spiraling out of control. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, please, stop, I beg, beg you." Divine intervention or not, Barbie Lynn's session ended and Joy was given breathing room. She even had a moment to look up at me and give a weak smile as if she had gained some small triumph. Her self-deception was made evident to her the moment Brandi exploded onto her scene. What the girl lacked in technique and experience, she more than compensated with raw, hungry enthusiasm. Joy's eyes grew as wide as limpid saucers, "Oh, No!" she wailed. Gurgling came next, and finally, "This can't be happening. God Forgive Me!" and what may have been her first sexual climax. She did grab my hands then and pulled them to her. Her face was slack, her mouth open and panting, and her eyes had this far-off look, so I lowered my lips to her face and licked her lips before settling my lips on hers and basically coaxing her tongue as it struggled to deal with several more waves of orgasm. I kept her kiss going with the occasional rest break so she could continue to breath. "Thank you," she whispered to me as she started to stabilize. "We FFU have to stick together," I both reminded her and boggled her shaken mind at the same time. Half an hour ago she had no doubt I didn't belong here and wasn't really FFU material, male and immoral. In her regard for me, I could see her blind acceptance of traditional FFU dogma weakening. "I've got to go now; it is almost my time to start punishing Rhaine," I softly informed Joy. Her hormone-trampled mind struggled to grasp that she was halfway through her torture. Brandi would finish soon, then it would be Opal, and then it would me, a male; me, face first at the gateway to her sacred womb. Her virginity would be spared from extinction by my will alone and I could tell that scared the hell out of her. She'd been chosen for her belief that Zane was a corrupter and that extraordinary measures were necessary to drive him out, no matter how sinful they may appear, and now she was face down and bare ass up, surrounded in his room by him and his friends. The most terrifying thing of all may well have been that we had made her feel more like a woman than she'd ever felt before. Where Rhaine had divorced her feelings and pleasure from her grasp of reality, and Joy was beating herself up every step of the way, Mercy had completely submerged herself in the transformation her body was going through. Mercy had already experienced one orgasm and come crashing down into doubt and self-loathing, only to be shown that her life wasn't over and no one thought the worst of her for actually enjoying sex. She didn't feel like a tramp or a slut; she felt alive and burning bright, so when Rio gave her that first hard spank, she'd moaned instead of crying out, and when the 'felon' gave her first few licks, Mercy reached under her body with one arm and started rubbing her slit in tandem with Rio's face dance. Even Rio's snicker didn't dampen her ardor, and when Rio took Mercy's hand and pushed two of Mercy's fingers deep in, Mercy thrust back with her hips so that her fingers touched her hymen. When Rio pulled Mercy's hand out of her twat, Mercy whimpered in need, but when she felt her fingers go into a different damp, warm orifice, she stopped, and when Rio's mouth started sucking the juices off of those fingers and twirling her tongue around each individual digit, Mercy couldn't help herself from wiggling her hips like a bitch in heat. With the fingers clean, Rio inserted them, along with two of her own fingers, back into Mercy's cunt, extremely stretching it out. Rio then came around the far side of Mercy, away from the others, and whispered into her ear. Later she related what was said: "You like that don't you?" Rio teased. Mercy nodded vigorously. "Come to Zane's room tonight and I'll fuck you all night long. You'll be my bitch. Do you understand that?" Another vigorous nod. "I've got to leave you soon to these other girls and Zane, but don't you forget you are mine now; my property, my mate. Don't make me hunt you down and put my brand on your ass, clear?" One final, excited nod. I live in Crazy Town. On par with that information was the fact that I had promised the night to Heaven and I had no clue how in the hell that was going to work out. My bed barely held three people, four was asking too much. If you made one of those people Heaven with her secret, the term 'impossible' came to mind. At the start of the line, Opal met Rhaine. She landed two very loud, wet smacks on Rhaine's behind, causing the senior to rock forward. Having gotten most of the 'cover story' (the spanking) out of the way, Opal rolled Rhaine onto her back with only the weakest of protests. She started a few gentle teases and kisses with her lips to Rhaine's cunt while Rhaine's legs dangled off the floor. Once she got Rhaine back into an erotic state, Opal began lifting Rhaine's thighs up and out until she'd pushed Rhaine's knees almost back to her breasts and feeding like a ravenous succubus on every inch of thigh, cunt, ass, and stomach. Opal hadn't been gentle with Brandi, but she'd been absolutely gentle, kind, and caring compared to the treatment Rhaine was getting. Rhaine held it in as long as possible but when she cut loose, she cut loose in a big way. Her fists pounded the bed repeatedly, her head swept back and forth, and her lower torso kept thrusting off the bed and into Opal's mouth, lips, and tongue. "Damn!" she screamed through clenched teeth as her body expended one last spasm. Opal succeeded in catching most of Rhaine's fluid eruption, rolled the heavily panting Rhaine to one side, and administered the proscribed last spank. "You're up, Zane," she winked with a smile, before cleaning her face and moving on to the nearly as devastated Joy. I settled between Rhaine's legs and began administering kisses. "Please, Zane," she begged, "it hurts. I'm so sore. Please just spank me." "Sorry, I can't do that," I told her sternly. Rhaine closed her eyes and muttered some kind of prayer, though she made no attempt to shield her body from me. I doubt she even knew I was lying beside her until my first kiss played upon her eyelids. "You are not going to, to me?" she inquired with a desperate hope. "No. I'm going to spank you so hard you can't sit for a week," I threatened, "unless I forget my three-minute time limit. I can't imagine what would possibly distract me, though." It took Rhaine's sexually fatigued mind a moment to catch on but when she did, she clasped her hands on either side of my face and kissed me with an inspired intensity. I let my fingers play along her breastbone and stroke her breasts through her shirt and bra. About a minute into this little game, I discovered Rio leaning over us, clearing her throat. "This monster made us jump out a second-story window," she stared intently. Fear crept back into Rhaine's eyes as she glanced from Rio to me. "I am biting her tongue, I promise," I grinned. "I'm not joking, Zane," Rio warned me. "Fine," I groaned. "Rhaine, roll toward me," I instructed, as I propped myself up, and she reluctantly rolled toward me. I put a hand on her hip, hiked up her skirt and rolled her farther to me until I got a good look at her rump. "Rio, take a look at this, please," I motioned to Rhaine's ass. Rhaine blushed and lowered her head. I doubt having her ass naked and on display on my bed was what she intended or even imagined possible when she got up this morning. I ran a hand along her spine to the cleft between her cheeks and squeezed the upper one tightly. "This is a thing of beauty," I told Rio, but clearly wanting Rhaine thinking about what was being said. Rio knew me too well to think I'd turn that ass cheek red so she took the other path. Rio reached out and stroked it too. "Okay, Zane; it is damn sexy," Rio acknowledged grudgingly. I took Rhaine's hand in my own and placed it on her side, just below the ribs, and led it in a wandering trip to her lower back, then to the cheek I'd displayed to Rio. "See, Rhaine, you have a fantastic ass. God knew what he was doing when he made you," I told her. "It is a pity we can't see you in shorts or a bikini from time to time." "That is sinful and leads men into the Sin of Lust," Rhaine said with absolute conviction. "This is the work of the Devil, not God." Rio ground her teeth but I grinned. "Did God create the male peacock?" I questioned, while I kept hold of Rhaine's hand and stroking her ass from tailbone to the dip into the bottom of her sopping wet cunt. "Yes," she cautiously replied, her breath coming faster and faster. "Yet we don't run around putting them in garbage bags because they are enticing to the eye," I reasoned. "You make it sound like it isn't a man's fault that he can't control his own impulses, even though he is supposed to lead his household." "God made you beautiful and he made me with will enough to look at you and respect any decision you make about your body," I hammered away. "I'm not going to say I don't want to have sex with you because that would be a lie, but the important thing to me is that you took a Purity Pledge and I have to respect that." Rhaine had nothing to say at that moment. I was clearly a randy bastard who preyed upon good Christian girls and tricked them into surrendering to my dark desires. "You are trying to trick me," she panted, while I leaned in and kissed her neck and ear. "Rhaine, I've been trying to avoid you since we first met. You are the one who cornered me in my dorm," I pointed out. "You came into my room when you knew I was either naked or getting dressed. You chose to crawl onto my bed when I was sitting down, meditating and clearly naked. I was hoping my blatant sexuality would make you leave me alone, not attack me." "Don't blame Rhaine," Rio joked to me. "Rhaine, Zane's like sex candy," she directed to Rhaine. "You won't be the first bunch of Christian bitches we've had to rescue Zane from. It is not his fault; it is ours. He's masculine, kind, and available. You know that he has been in three fights since coming here; right?" "Uh, uh, uh, yes," Rhaine panted. "It makes him dangerous, he's a man." "Really?" Rio chortled. "Two of those fights were to save me from you ladies, and he stopped fighting the moment I was safe. The third fight was caused because two of our girls were being set upon by those University guys and Zane put his body in the way, they hit him first." "I, is this true?" she said with a heavy breath. "Ask Mercy to tell you the truth, not what they've told her to say. Ask Cappadocia about that first fight and the fight off campus. You may not like Iona but she wouldn't lie to you and she knows how that second fight started," Rio sounded so reasonable. I slowly rolled over onto Rhaine while I kissed her neck and shoulders. "Ah, ew, yes," Rhaine cooed passionately. "Tricking me," she sighed but that didn't stop her from slowly moving her arms and legs around me. "Do you want to be on top?" I whispered to Rhaine. "I, uh," she stammered, then nodded. We rolled to the very foot of the bed and started a serious make-out session. I began rubbing down her mid- and lower back for a bit before moving to her ass cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze. "That doesn't hurt too much, does it?" I asked compassionately. "Umm, no, feels good," she managed to get out between kisses. "Okay," Rio smirked as she tapped Rhaine's shoulder. "Tap out; your time is up. Now get off my bitch (meaning me). He's got two more of you to go through before we can leave." "Huh? What?" Rhaine sounded confused, then, "it's over?" Her eyes betrayed how little she wanted this to stop right now. "Good," Rhaine sighed sadly. She began sliding down my body. When she saw that I was rising slower than she was receding, Rhaine waited until our lips met before continuing. We remained lip-locked until we stood up, my hands cupping her ass (now covered by her skirt once more) and her arms wrapped around my neck. "Have you learned your lesson?" I inquired when we finally came up for air. Rhaine looked at me for several seconds, unsure what to say. "Joy's waiting," Barbie Lynn reminded us both. Rhaine let her hands drop to her sides and stepped back. Barbie Lynn pressed something into her hands which turned out to be a fresh pair of panties. "I doubt you want to put on your old pair," Barbie Lynn pointed out, "and these are fresh out of the bag." "Thank you, Barbie Lynn," Rhaine said with embarrassment. "Here is a washcloth," Iona added as she handed one over. "You can go behind my wardrobe to change," I offered. The thought of any of the girls going behind a veil to avoid exposing themselves as they cleaned up and put on underwear might appear pointless, but after everything those three had gone through, handing them back a piece of their dignity was a kindness we could all afford. Rhaine disappeared from sight and I turned to Joy. Opal was still giving her a seriously hard time despite the time limit expiring and gave me a wink as she went to displace Brandi on Mercy. I put a knee on the bed and lifted Joy up. She squealed but didn't squirm and I carefully maneuvered her onto her feet. I held her tight while she reoriented. "Are you okay?" I voiced my concern. Joy gave a brief nod. "Are you ready for your last punishment?" Joy looked me in the eyes, then gave the tiniest acknowledgement. "Now stand on your tiptoes, put one hand around my neck, and use the other to hold up the back of your skirt while you press tightly against me." When she had done as I directed, I looked deep into her eyes. I spanked her cheeks, left-right-left, drawing forth a sharp breath, gritted teeth, and tears brimming in her eyes. I had not been gentle but sometimes a person needs punishment to forgive themselves for feeling good about something they've been told is wrong. That was the pop psychology I was running on at the moment. If I got it wrong, forgive me; I'm only eighteen. No sooner had Barbie Lynn and Iona supplied Joy with her parting gifts did Mercy howl. Her further outbursts were muted by her grabbing my much abused pillow and using it as a muzzle. Her body tensing and recoiling time and again was both frightening and erotic combined, and I was suddenly trying to remember if anyone close by knew CPR. Opal fell back on her ass and looked at the rest of us. "That was wild," she smiled, and licked her lips, "but I think I need to go change." I helped Opal stand and we exchanged a rich yet messy, sticky kiss. "Best intervention ever," Opal joked with me, then skipped off down the stairs. I turned to Mercy and plopped down beside her. A quick examination showed a sweaty, tired young lady with a sensual smile on her lips. "I think she's had enough, but" , I swatted her ass lightly three times and stood up. "Breakfast anyone?" Dorm Life, Heaven, and Mercy too. We were late heading out of the dorm so, under Rhaine's watchful control, the group jogged toward the dining hall. As we made the final approach, Rhaine grabbed my arm. Rhaine, Joy, Mercy and I slowed down while the rest headed in ahead of us. "What are we going to say?" Rhaine hissed in a panicky voice. "I was childish, blocked the door, and you caught me sneaking down a fire escape," I suggested. "You will get in trouble," Rhaine said with utter confusion. "I can take it better than you can," I related. "I don't understand. Why are you, all of you, doing this for us?" Joy asked. "Because," I snorted, "we are the good guys." They clearly thought I was a nut but going inside cut off the conversation. "Besides, I need to do something that's going to be rough on both of us." The Smartest Girl on Campus Looking back on things, that first Monday when it was only Rio and I realizing what I was became the only time I entered the Dining Hall or Assembly without being noticed. First I had been a novelty, now I was the freakish center of the storm. I sort of held my reactions in reverse; the hateful looks my enemies gave me made me laugh while the hopeful looks my allies gave me scared the hell out of me. I was dwelling on that quirk in my nature when I reached the spot my gang was sitting; we had our own location and the majority of the school had given it their blessing. Weird? Only the Class Presidents had their own preordained spots. Speaking of which, "Hey, Jungle Boy," Rio teased in such a dangerous way that I felt my balls crawl up into my body. "Iona nominated you for Freshman Class President." "Ha, ha, ha," I joked dryly, then looked to Iona. She couldn't meet my gaze. "Iona, why? Why didn't you at least ask me first?" "I knew you would say 'no'," she replied softly, then she looked up with more determination, "but I know you would be a great Class President." "Don't sweat it, Zane," Rio chuckled. "You need fifty signatures to be on the ballet." "He has seventy-two," Iona informed us. "Gak! How long have I been out there?" I gasped. "Nine minutes," Iona smirked bashfully. I looked around the room, humbled and disturbed. You have to remember that there weren't 250 freshmen and nearly one-third had decided that I should lead them; the faculty must be having kittens. I was thinking that over when a previous bit of theater came back to bite me in the ass. A girl I vaguely knew, Arielle, a fellow freshman, put her hand on my shoulder and waited. It took me a second to clue in but thankfully she and the others were patient. I put my hand on top of hers. "Thank you," I told her. She smiled and moved away, immediately replaced by another freshman. Over 80 freshmen followed and I could feel the disgust emanating from the head table were Chancellor Bazz sat. Friends like Brandi and Dove came over to congratulate me on my nomination but I realized my more savvy friends stayed away. They knew the struggle I was in for and the very real possibility that even if I was elected, Chancellor Bazz would simply kick me out. I'd be going to them for advice and counsel. I guess I might actually have to ask Iona who the Sophomore and Junior Class Presidents were. In fact, "Iona, who are the other Class Presidents?" I inquired. "They would be those haughty bitches in pleated skirts," Rio interrupted. "Funny like a crutch," I replied snidely. "Besides, that describes about half the girls here." "These would be the ones avoiding you like the plague," Rio snickered. "Here you go," Iona intervened, showing me two pictures on her phone. "Besides, you aren't that alone; the Science Club and Botany Club both support you." "Whoop-de-do," Rio huffed. "What are they going to do? Send nasty e-mails and throw clods of dirt on our opponents?" "Could I meet with them?" I asked Iona, ignoring Rio's snide asides. "They've both agreed to help with your Solarium," Iona shot a 'that will show you' to Rio, "and you already know the head of the Science Club but I can set up a meeting if you like." "Make it so," I commanded loftily. "Zane, if you become Class President Iona will be your Personal Assistant, but what does that make me?" Rio inquired. "My House Assassin," I suggested. Rio seemed to like the idea, it fit with her violent tendencies, but she wanted an explanation. "You are almost always underestimated, and like me, you have nothing to lose." "House Assassin," Rio mulled it over. "Okay, but I prefer the title 'Ninja Reaper Angel'." Rio and I exchanged looks; hers mischievous and mine one of amusement. "N R A"

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Joey thought the fish in the pond at Dollywood were goldfish... they are carp. Jelly Roll was at the TN game on Saturday. Joey wants to know who he calls to get on-field access. Does his “people” call UT’s “people?” Monday Morning Wake Up Call with 5 year old Raelynn Nancy struggled to fix something on her new phone in settings. She then discovered that she could make her text size larger. Karly has been teaching our boss how to use Facebook and how to screenshot. Hot Tea: Diane Keaton passed away. Jelly Roll won some Dove awards (Christian music awards) and gave a powerful speech. Eric Church walked the concourse of his concert without his sunglasses on and was only recognized by one person. We gave away a “Lainey’s Night Out” package that includes tickets to the show, a gift card to Gilly’s Western Work, and hair and makeup from TN School of Beauty on the show day. Joey wishes that restaurants would stop taking away the menu in the drive thru. He went to Dutch Bros and had no idea what to order because there was no menu. The workers were super nice though. Lucky 7 As Seen on TikTok: Witches are upset that Crockpot has not released a cauldron for them to cook in. Karly’s grandparents check obituary websites like social media. At what age does that become normal? One Minute with Mike Keith See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Joey thought the fish in the pond at Dollywood were goldfish... they are carp. Jelly Roll was at the TN game on Saturday. Joey wants to know who he calls to get on-field access. Does his “people” call UT’s “people?” Monday Morning Wake Up Call with 5 year old Raelynn Nancy struggled to fix something on her new phone in settings. She then discovered that she could make her text size larger. Karly has been teaching our boss how to use Facebook and how to screenshot. Hot Tea: Diane Keaton passed away. Jelly Roll won some Dove awards (Christian music awards) and gave a powerful speech. Eric Church walked the concourse of his concert without his sunglasses on and was only recognized by one person. We gave away a “Lainey’s Night Out” package that includes tickets to the show, a gift card to Gilly’s Western Work, and hair and makeup from TN School of Beauty on the show day. Joey wishes that restaurants would stop taking away the menu in the drive thru. He went to Dutch Bros and had no idea what to order because there was no menu. The workers were super nice though. Lucky 7 As Seen on TikTok: Witches are upset that Crockpot has not released a cauldron for them to cook in. Karly’s grandparents check obituary websites like social media. At what age does that become normal? One Minute with Mike Keith See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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The Familiar Stranger: Part 5 — DoveMany associate the Holy Spirit with fire, wind, or powerful displays, but what if the truest image is quieter. Stephanie Wilson invites us to rediscover the Spirit not as a force to wield, but as a gentle presence that rests. Tracing the image of the dove through scripture—from Genesis to Jesus' baptism—we uncover a Spirit that brings order out of chaos, offers new life, and affirms our identity as beloved children of God. It is a call to move from striving to resting, from performance to peace and an invitation to allow the Spirit to hover over our chaos, whispering, “Let there be light,” and reminding us of our royal identity in the Father's house.***

Armando BuonaiutoQuesto vuoto d'intorno"Torino Spiritualità"http://www.torinospiritualita.orghttp://www.circololettori.itTorino Spiritualità costruisce uno spazio di riflessione sul vuoto e sulle sue numerose forme, esplorando questa presenza impalpabile ma pervasiva. “Questo vuoto d'intorno. Smarrirsi / / Raggiungersi” è la XXI edizione del festival, ideato dalla Fondazione Circolo dei lettori e curato da Armando Buonaiuto, in programma dal 15 al 19 ottobre al Circolo dei lettori e delle lettrici, in teatri, chiese, cinema, spazi della cultura a Torino. In un'epoca dominata dall'eccesso di impegni, oggetti e esperienze, Torino Spiritualità propone di guardare al vuoto non come a una mancanza da colmare, ma come a una dimensione da abitare, soglia aperta sull'inatteso, spazio di contemplazione di sé e del mondo. Pensatrici e pensatori, voci della teologia, della scienza, della letteratura e della filosofia accompagnano il pubblico in un percorso fatto di parole, silenzi e domande radicali sul senso dell'esistere.«Per paradossale che sia, il vuoto riempie le nostre giornate manifestandosi sotto molteplici apparenze: a volte confortanti come la quiete di “una stanza tutta per sé”, altre volte angoscianti come lo scricchiolio di un pavimento troppo sottile per reggerci. Ma qual è in definitiva la natura di questo vuoto? Vortice e sorgente, precipizio e rifugio, il vuoto è lo spazio sospeso di ogni divenire possibile», afferma Armando Buonaiuto, curatore di Torino Spiritualità.«Se da un lato c'è un vuoto che vogliamo fuggire, dall'altro ce n'è uno a cui miriamo. Oggi che le nostre giornate sono travolte da sollecitazioni continue, il vuoto non è soltanto mancanza ma anche spazio di libertà, persino di sollievo: una pausa necessaria in cui sottrarsi all'eccesso e ritrovare misura.» dichiara Giuseppe Culicchia, direttore della Fondazione Circolo dei lettori.Il festival prende il via martedì 14 ottobre con l'anteprima Concerto al buio del compositore, musicista e sound designer Teho Teardo: un'esperienza di puro ascolto che dopo il MAXXI di Roma e la Triennale di Milano, approda al Circolo dei lettori e delle lettrici in doppio spettacolo (h 18.45 e h 20.45). Distesi a terra, immersi nell'oscurità, i partecipanti saranno guidati in cinquanta minuti di viaggio sonoro tra registrazioni ambientali notturne effettuate nelle foreste al confine tra Italia, Austria e Slovenia.La giornata inaugurale di mercoledì 15 ottobre si apre alla Chiesa di San Filippo Neri (h 18.30) con Questo vuoto d'intorno, questo vuoto di dentro, dialogo tra il teologo Vito Mancuso e il fisico Guido Tonelli, moderato dal curatore del festival Armando Buonaiuto: tra scienza e spiritualità, un invito ad accogliere l'enigma del vuoto e della sua vertigine. Segue una serata di appuntamenti: al Circolo dei lettori e delle lettrici lo psicoanalista Claudio Widmann riflette sul rapporto tra inconscio ed energia con Il vuoto del mozzo fa girare la ruota (h 21); al Cinema Romano l'astronauta Paolo Nespoli e il sacerdote Luca Peyron, moderati dalla giornalista scientifica Elena Cestino, dialogano intorno a I vuoti, lo spazio: esplorare il cielo per dare senso alla Terra (h 21).Giovedì 16 ottobre la giornata si apre al Circolo (h 10.30) con Per la vicenda eterna delle cose, incontro con lo scrittore e poeta Daniele Mencarelli dedicato alle scuole. Segue Natura abhorret a vacuo? con Donatella Puliga e Guido Bertagna Sj, a cura del Centro Ignaziano di Spiritualità (h 11.30). Nel pomeriggio, tre appuntamenti: al Circolo, Vuoti e pieni nel cammino alla ricerca di senso con il Comitato Interfedi della Città di Torino (h 18) e, sempre nelle sale di Palazzo Graneri della Roccia, il Death Café di Torino Spiritualità con il medico e scrittrice Giorgia Protti e l'antropologa Cristina Vargas (h 18), mentre alla Biblioteca dell'Educatorio della Provvidenza: Oltre il vuoto con Gianni Gentile, Antonio Dematteis e Michele Genisio (h 18). Al Cinema Romano, il filosofo Maurizio Ferraris inaugura il ciclo di lezioni “I maestri del sospetto” con La morte di Dio non è più quella di una volta (h 18.30), riflessioni sul presente a partire da Nietzsche. In serata, all'Ospedale Mauriziano, il Gruppo Stanza del Silenzio propone Il vuoto che riempie, il silenzio che parla (h 20.30). Quattro diversi appuntamenti chiudono la giornata: al Teatro Vittoria lo spettacolo Il vecchio e il marlin con Roberto Abbiati (h 21); al Circolo dei lettori e delle lettrici Marco Vannini con Vuoto, perché Dio lo abiti (h 21); sempre al Circolo l'incontro interreligioso Zero Metafisico con Giuseppe Momigliano, Mulayka Laura Enriello e Sonia Brunetti Luzzati (h 21).La quarta giornata di Torino Spiritualità, venerdì 17 ottobre, si apre al Circolo dei lettori e delle lettrici con Stefania Verde e Matteo Suffritti sj che meditano su una pagina biblica in La corsa di Gesù e dei suoi testimoni, a cura del Centro Ignaziano di Spiritualità (h 11.30). Nel pomeriggio la Biblioteca civica della Casa Circondariale “Lorusso e Cutugno” ospita Dentro l'invisibile. Storie, parole e silenzi oltre le mura, una tavola rotonda che restituisce dignità alle voci di chi vive in detenzione, a cura di Arianna Balma Tivola e con la partecipazione di educatori, psicoterapeuti, tanatologi e operatori penitenziari, a cura del festival Il rumore del lutto (h 15). Di nuovo al Circolo dei lettori e delle lettrici, Maria Grazia Prandino e Paolo Monaco sj riflettono sull'esperienza ignaziana del dare e ricevere in Prendi, ricevi, dammi, a cura del CIS (h 16.30). La serata si apre con tre percorsi paralleli: al Polo Culturale CAM Francisca Vairo Scaramuzza ed Ermanno Savarino affrontano i grandi interrogativi esistenziali in Domande senza risposta (h 18); al Circolo l'artista e viaggiatore Stefano Faravelli dialoga con Andrea Bocconi in Verso Capo Horn: il taccuino per reimmaginare il mondo (h 18); al Teatro San Giuseppe il teologo Vito Mancuso e l'attore Gabriele Goria, accompagnati dalle musiche originali di Simone Campa, portano in scena la lezione-spettacolo L'arciere è il bersaglio, ispirata al celebre Lo Zen e il tiro con l'arco di Eugen Herrigel (h 18). A seguire, al Circolo, si tiene Colmare un vuoto o cercare la Pienezza?, dialogo tra religione e politica che vede confrontarsi l'imam Yahya Pallavicini, Lama Paljin Tulku Rinpoce, l'assessore Maurizio Marrone e i senatori Lucio Malan e Francesco Verducci, moderati da Mikail Mocci (h 18.30).La sera si accende di suggestioni: al Teatro San Giuseppe il cantautore Brunori Sas e il monaco Guidalberto Bormolini, con la moderazione di Armando Buonaiuto, si interrogano sull'amore e sul vuoto in Solamente un grande vuoto che a guardarlo ti fa male (h 21); al Circolo dei lettori e delle lettrici la sociologa Maria D'Ambrosio esplora le dinamiche dell'invidia nell'era digitale con Invidia. Il tuo pieno è il mio vuoto (h 21); all'Unione Culturale Antonicelli l'attore Saulo Lucci dà voce al pubblico in Hell o'Dante. Un canto scelto dal pubblico, viaggio dantesco che lascia spazio al rischio dell'imprevisto (h 21).La quinta giornata di Torino Spiritualità, sabato 18 ottobre, prende avvio con quattro appuntamenti in contemporanea. Al Cinema Massimo la lezione Anche questo è fame di vento: Enzo Bianchi, fondatore della Comunità di Bose e di Casa della Madia, legge e commenta il libro di Qohelet, gioiello di sapienza dell'Antico Testamento capace di illuminare le disillusioni del nostro tempo (h 10). Al Circolo dei lettori e delle lettrici, con Lettere dalla vacuità, i monaci Zen Dario Doshin Girolami ed Elena Seishin Viviani, con la voce narrante di Gabriele Goria, rendono omaggio a Shunryū Suzuki Roshi, indimenticato maestro di buddhismo Zen (h 10). Al Museo Nazionale del Risorgimento Italiano, lo scrittore e poeta Daniele Mencarelli riflette su Caproni e Sbarbaro, poeti dell'abisso, dove il vuoto è assenza radicale o mancanza di Dio (h 10). Alla Moschea Dar As-Salam, infine, prende avvio il ciclo Conversazioni nelle moschee di Torino con Ismail Sikder e Idris Abd al-Razzaq Bergia, che esplorano il tema Il vuoto e la pienezza nella vita tradizionale del musulmano (h 10).Al Circolo dei lettori e delle lettrici, Gualtiero Graglia e Ferruccio Ceragioli meditano su La voce del silenzio a partire da una pagina biblica (h 11.30), mentre la teologa Adriana Valerio conduce Le donne e il vuoto, riflessione sulla fecondità spirituale del vuoto uterino (h 11.30). Contemporaneamente, al Teatro Gobetti, Paolo Scquizzato e Maciej Bielawski, accompagnati dalla danza classica Odissi di Antonietta Fusco, tracciano un Lessico della rarefazione, alla ricerca delle metafore del mistero (h 11.30). Al Cinema Massimo il ciclo I maestri del sospetto prosegue con Vuoto del mondo, vuoto di sé, lezione di Vittorio Lingiardi che ripercorre Freud e il concetto di perdita tra psicoanalisi, cinema e poesia (h 12).Il pomeriggio comincia al Cinema Massimo, dove Luigi Maria Epicoco mette in dialogo Marguerite Yourcenar e Sant'Agostino sul tema Il vuoto e la vertigine (h 14). Al Museo del Risorgimento, Loredana Blasi e l'abate Bernardo Gianni dialogano con Armando Buonaiuto in Più forte della morte è l'amore, incontro sulla resilienza dei genitori colpiti dalla perdita di un figlio (h 15). Alla Moschea del Misericordioso, prosegue il ciclo delle Conversazioni nelle moschee di Torino, con gli interventi di Kassab Boutcha, Alija Salihovic e Abd al-Adil Mustafa Roma (h 15). Al Teatro Gobetti, il maestro buddhista Lama Michel Tulku Rinpoche invita a fermare l'affannosa corsa di ogni giorno con Dove vai così di fretta? (h 15.30). Al Circolo dei lettori e delle lettrici lo scrittore olandese Tommy Wieringa, in dialogo con il giornalista Eugenio Giannetta, presenta I conquistatori del vuoto, tra letteratura e testimonianza dal fronte ucraino (h 16.30Diventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarehttps://ilpostodelleparole.it/

Send us a textIn this episode, we're with Noah and his family inside the ark, as they anxiously await a sign of hope. We'll explore Genesis chapter 8, the turning point in the flood narrative where the waters begin to recede and God remembers Noah. Join us as we witness the dramatic moment the ark comes to rest on dry ground, the flight of the raven and the dove, and the symbolic return of the olive leaf—a powerful signal that the worst is over. Finally, we'll examine the first steps taken on a cleansed earth and Noah's profound act of worship that sets the stage for a new beginning. Contact us at-Email-wildwomeninchrist@gmail.comInstagram-@wildwomeninchristFacebook-Wild Women in ChristThanks for listening!!!

43 percent of voters under 30 supported U.S. President Donald Trump in the 2024 election, a 7 percent jump in support from both the 2016 and 2020 elections. What's underpinning this rightward shift among young voters? Conservative commentator and journalist Emily Jashinsky shares her take. Plus, Ravi's One Thing on the Israel-Hamas deal over hostages and an end to hostilities. Megan DuBois: The Shape-Shifting MAGA Hat Adrian Karatnycky: An Emerging Trump Doctrine? Emma Ashford: Four Explanatory Models for Trump's Chaos Emma Ashford: If Trump Is Neither Hawk nor Dove, What Is He? Howard W. French: Trump Is Ushering in the Era of the Strongman Stephen M. Walt: How Assassinations Became Normal Again Julian E. Zelizer: Why Don't Younger Americans Vote? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us a textJames Campion, author of Revolution: Prince, the Band, the Era, remembers the first time he heard “When Doves Cry” and how it spread through his band like wildfire. He reflects on the song's weirdness—no bassline, a haunting guitar, and Prince's poetic metaphors—and why it still sparks something in him decades later. He also reads three vivid paragraphs from his book, capturing the intensity, emotion, and complexity of the track. From liner notes to Prince's fusion of sexuality, spirituality, and social commentary, James unpacks what made the song—and the artist—utterly unforgettable.

Summary: This episode delves into the world of invasive birds, exploring their ecological impact and culinary potential. Justin and Adam discuss various species, including rock doves, Eurasian collared doves, songbirds, and waterfowl like snow geese and mute swans. They share insights on cooking techniques, flavor profiles, and sustainable practices for harvesting these birds. The conversation emphasizes the importance of viewing invasive species as a resource and encourages listeners to experiment with historical recipes and modern cooking methods. - ⁠⁠⁠Leave a Review of the Podcast⁠⁠⁠ - ⁠⁠⁠Buy our Wild Fish and Game Spices⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠The Art of Venison Sausage Making⁠⁠⁠ Recipes: Breaking Up with Dove Poppers: Why It's Time to Move On Buttermilk Fried Dove & Waffles with Spicy Bourbon Maple Syrup Retro Recipe: Sous Vide Peking Dove with Pickled Veggies Sweet and Spicy Jalapeño Quail or Doves Roasted Doves and Maitake with Poblano Cream Sauce on Grits Tandoori Dove with Cilantro-Yogurt Sauce Takeaways: Invasive species can be a resource if harvested responsibly. Rock doves and Eurasian collared doves are common invasive birds in North America. Both doves are edible and can be prepared in various ways. Cooking techniques vary based on the age and type of bird. Songbirds like house sparrows and starlings are often overlooked as food sources. Mute swans are invasive and can be managed through hunting. Snow geese are abundant and provide high-quality meat. Cooking methods for waterfowl include roasting, braising, and grinding for sausage. Upland birds like pheasants are often introduced and considered game birds. Historical recipes can provide inspiration for cooking invasive species. Chapters: 00:00 Introduction to Invasive Species and Their Culinary Potential 02:53 Doves: The Rock Dove and Eurasian Collared Dove 05:55 Flavor Profiles and Cooking Techniques for Doves 08:44 Exploring Other Invasive Birds: Songbirds and Their Edibility 11:25 Harvesting and Cooking Techniques for Songbirds 14:36 Creative Recipes for Dove and Songbird Dishes 17:27 Culinary Traditions and Historical Context of Eating Invasive Birds 32:05 Exploring Urban Wildlife: Pigeons and Sparrows 34:03 The Invasive Mute Swan: A Threat to Native Species 34:29 Snow Geese: Conservation and Culinary Delights 38:20 Canada Geese: The Resident vs. Migratory Debate 41:31 Flavor Profiles of Waterfowl: Snow Geese vs. Canada Geese 46:07 Cooking Techniques for Waterfowl: From Plucking to Braising 51:17 Upland Birds: A Culinary Perspective 53:49 Peacocks: The Ornamental Bird with Culinary Potential 57:39 Final Thoughts on Invasive Birds and Cooking Techniques Keywords: Invasive species, hunting, cooking, doves, pigeons, songbirds, waterfowl, recipes, ecological impact, sustainable eating Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

U.S. Rep. Sydney Kamlager-Dove (D-CA) is back in studio with an update on the Prop 50 campaign, California's response to an old-fashioned Texas showdown. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/tavis-smiley--6286410/support.

This week, Tarryn & Mari TOUCHUP on big hair, 90’s glam, and the many lives of the incomparable Trisha Yearwood. From her DIY beauty days to writing every song on her new album The Mirror, Trisha brings stories, honesty, and plenty of surprises. She shares her skincare secrets (spoiler: Dove soap and witch hazel), gets real about body image and self-forgiveness, and even addresses the question: has she had any work done?

We cannot bypass the pain in pursuit of the promise. Only by confronting the trauma of our past, both individual and collective, can we build a future of expansive possibility.

In this episode of Build From Here, Joshua Parvin talks with CGA member Russ Freehling about a lifetime of waterfowling, finishing the 41-species North American quest, and the rewards of training his own retriever—from backyard drills to seasoning a pup on real hunts. Tune in for practical training tips, creative urban adaptations, and the joy of building a true hunting partnership.Want to learn how to train your hunting dog with confidence?Visit: Cornerstone Gundog AcademyNeed gear for training your retriever, like collars, dog training dummies, and more?Visit: Retriever Training SupplyInterested in sponsoring the BuildFromHere Podcast?Fill out this form and tell us more about promoting your product, service, or brand.Want to learn more about the Ultimate Waterfowl Challenge?Visit the website here: https://waterfowlerschallenge.com/

Dr. Don and Professor Ben talk about the risks from biting the head off a bat or a dove. Fedica text: Dr. Don - risky ☣️  Professor Ben - risky ☣️ Black Sabbath ~ War Pigs - YouTube War Pigs - Wikipedia Fairies Wear Boots - YouTube Fairies Wear Boots - Wikipedia Did Ozzy Osbourne really bite the head off a live bat? Frontiers | An overview of bats microbiota and its implication in transmissible diseases Bacterial and Parasitic Diseases of Columbiformes - PMC

Have you thought about how some elopement photographers seem to create a business that actually supports the life they want instead of the other way around? During this episode, I chat with Hawaii elopement photographer, Aly Dove, who has proven that following your passion and investing in yourself can completely change everything.   Aly dives into how she went from using a small point-and-shoot camera as a kid to shooting multi-island experiences. She dives into the importance of building a business based on your values, why investing in a coach and mentorship can pay off in the long run, and the simple systems and automations that have been a game-changer in her business to help keep it running smoothly.    Hit play now to hear her inspiring journey and walk away with ideas you can apply to your own elopement photography business.     Connect with Aly:    Photography website: alydove.com Photography IG: @aly_dove     Connect with Megan:  

What does it take for a beauty campaign or brand to cut through the noise in 2025?  Our second-annual Glossy Pop Awards is one place where our team recognizes the best and most culturally relevant beauty and fashion campaigns, people, products, and brands.  In today's episode of The Glossy Beauty Podcast, we welcome three esteemed beauty executives to discuss the secret sauce behind their Glossy Pop Award-winning campaigns.  These winning campaigns drove audience engagement, generated buzz and successfully met their set business goals.  To start, host Lexy Lebsack welcomes Leslie Ann Hall, founder and CEO of Iced Media (18:50). She and her team partnered with hair-care brand Moroccanoil to launch the brand's first fine fragrance. The teams at Iced Media and Moroccanoil executed a campaign that levered social media for awareness and sales. They took home the Glossy Pop Award for "Best Use of TikTok." Next, Lebsack sits down with Dana Paolucci, head of PR and influencer at Unilever-owned Dove North America (30:02). Paolucci and her team worked with communications firm Edelman to take home two Glossy Pop Awards for its Dove x Crumbl cookies body-care collaboration. They won "Best Product Launch Campaign" and "Best Community Engagement Strategy." In our final mini interview, Lebsack welcomes Nilofer Vahora, Amika's CMO, to discuss the hair-care brand's "Best Use of Video" award win for its Superfruit Star Lightweight Hairstyling Oil launch with marketing company January Digital (40:03).  But first, Lebsack is joined by host Emily Jensen to discuss this week's top beauty and wellness news.  Squishmallows, the TikTok-famous plush toy brand launched in 2017, made headlines this week for its foray into fine fragrance. Squishmallows parent company Jazwares, a Florida-based toymaker that was purchased by Warren Buffet's Berkshire Hathaway in 2022, has tapped longtime beauty executive Joel Ronkin, current founder and CEO of Jennifer Aniston's LolaVie hair care, to lead the project. The scents launched at Ulta Beauty this week in two sizes, priced $38 and $58.  Lebsack and Jensen also discuss rumors that beauty conglomerate Coty is looking to sell heritage mass color cosmetics brands CoverGirl, Rimmel and Max Factor.  Gwyneth Paltrow's Goop is also in the news this week for the closure of its 2-year-old mass beauty experiment, Good Clean Goop, which sells under-$40 skin care through Target and Amazon. The duo discusses the closure and what it means for masstige skincare.  Finally, the hosts walk through Amazon's new ambitions in K-Beauty with this week's launch of a dedicated storefront. It's a smart move considering the rise in popularity of K-Beauty products and the stunning sales on the channel. To wit: K-Beauty is growing three times faster than Amazon's average beauty category. 

L'assassinio il 10 settembre scorso dell'attivista politico Charlie Kirk ha scatenato una ridda di reazioni e di analisi contrapposte: come orientarsi allora tra queste correnti opposte e controverse?

Dr Lain interviews Michael Brennan, the scientist responsible for the DEFI and MicroMoisture cleansing advancements. We learn how Dove cleansers have the dual purpose of refreshing the skin while simultaneously nourishing and supporting the barrier. Disclaimer: This podcast is not intended to provide diagnosis, treatment, or medical advice. Content provided in this podcast is for educational purposes only. Please consult with a physician regarding any health-related diagnosis or treatment.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.