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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 2 A Quick Execution Plan In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             If my life is a mirror, why does mine have to be one-way with me on the wrong side.     Christina was waiting for me when I came out, minus her servant (classes had just been let out so she hadn't snared one yet), but she'd gained three sidekicks who looked upon me with varying degrees of amusement and contempt. The shortest of them, a sexy brunette with a foxy-like face glared at me with ill-disguised hate, over what I had no idea. "Come on, Zane," Christina said as she handed me her book bag, "time to face judgment." "Face judgment?" I mused. "Are we really going there? I made an honest mistake and besides, isn't forgiveness of sins the prime Christian virtue?" Angry Girl grabbed my arm and yanked but the sad facts of physics and my contrariness kept her from moving me. The girl ground her teeth, on the cusp of rage. "Zane, come," dictated Christina calmly. "Heaven, release him before he starts crying to the liberal media about physical abuse." Heaven? Seriously, who names their daughter Heaven, I thought, then I remembered where I'm standing. I meekly went to Christina's side when Heaven released me, then we started making our way to the Administration Building. My phone went off and I checked the message and had to snicker. It was Iona and apparently the girls are starting to use my time as some sort of currency. "What was that all about?" another sidekick asked. This one was actually friendly. "I'm Chastity," she identified herself. "Hey, Chastity," I grinned back to her. "That was an enterprising freshman who is keeping track of which lady has requested my Handmaiden services, and now I'm apparently being swapped around." "You are a whore," snarled Angry Chick Heaven. "Listen," I shot back, "this is your crazy tradition, not mine. I'm only doing what my upperclassmen are demanding of me. I'm acting like any other incoming freshman. But I have to admit, I haven't actually read the handbook yet." "Let it be, Heaven," advised Christina. "This will all be over in thirty minutes and he'll be gone." On that note, I turned to the last unnamed senior. "So what's your name, if you would be so kind as to tell me?" "Faith," she replied cautiously. I kept grinning. "I swear, if you ladies have a girl named Hope in your close circle of friend we should form an all-girls 80s-style punk rock band. I'll be the manager, constantly clashing with Christina over artistic differences," I rambled on. "You are kind of a nut," Chastity pointed out. "I'm on the verge of the shortest college career in history so I admit to being a bit nervous," I confessed, and surprise of surprises, Chastity placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Somehow that made Heaven angrier with me, which I didn't think was possible. Before I could delve into the psychoses of Heaven, we arrived at the Chancellor's office. I gave Christina her bag as the girls abandoned me once the secretary ushered me in with a disdainful sniff of her nose. Inside were six women but I only recognized two: Chancellor Doctor Melrose Bazz and Ms. Goodswell, who also happened to be my assigned Spiritual Advisor. "Come in and sit down, Mr. Braxton," commanded Doctor Bazz. Since the only open chair was directly in front of her desk and flanked by the other chairs (so I'd be doubly flanked), I took my seat. "As you must now understand, there has been a horrible error," the Chancellor continued. "To rectify this situation you will withdraw from Freedom Fellowship University effective immediately. Your tuition will, of course, be refunded." She slid some papers in front of me. "I take it everyone knows who I am, ma'am, but who am I in the room with?" I inquired. "Sign the papers," insisted Doctor Bazz. "Can I think about this?" I inquired. "No," she answered. "Are you sure?" I persisted. "Yes," she snapped angrily. "Okay, then, I'm not signing," I decided. Everyone stirred restlessly. "You don't have a choice," one of the unnamed women in the room declared. "Security will hand you over to the Sheriff's Department as we remove you if you don't leave sensibly." "That sounds like a lawsuit," I noted. "You are mistaken, Mr. Braxton," the Chancellor glared. I noticed the unnamed woman farthest from me looked less than convinced; that made her the college's lawyer. "Chancellor, I have a deep respect for you and for the school you so expertly shepherd. I'm not out to embarrass this institution." I tried to relate to all of them. "The problem for you is that at no time in the registration process was I ever asked if I was male," I began my argument. "I entered my first name in as Glenn; your computer system transcribed that over to Glenda. At no time did I attempt to deceive the administration. I also can call forth witnesses from my dorm floor that will testify that I clearly didn't understand this was a woman's institution of higher learning." "You are being highly disruptive to the school and you've already been in one fight in your first four hours of school," another unnamed member announced. "Pardon me, but I don't know who you are," I asked the woman. "Dana Gorman, Head of Security and Dean of Athletics," she snipped. "Coach Dana, I was not aware that anyone was hurt and since I wasn't supplied my Handbook until yesterday afternoon when I went to my dorm room, I had no idea about the Handmaiden's Duty. I did find my roommate pinned to the ground with three girls sitting on her while she screamed and cried. I pushed/kicked them away and picked her up. I acted with charity and compassion," I put my best spin on the case as possible. "Doctor Josephine Sergeant, Dean of Sciences," the other unnamed woman introduced herself. "I'm not sure how I can fit you into my program, Mr. Braxton. The corpses Advanced Biology students work on are all female." "Doctor, I would imagine if I do become a doctor, I will have to work on women from time to time," I countered. "Mr. Braxton, nothing good can come of your intransience. Sign the papers, take the fall off, and find another school more fitting to your nature and gender," the Chancellor spoke. "I'll fight," I replied. We had a still moment, then Ms. Goodswell cleared her throat. "Zane, why do you want to stay?" "Short answer: this school has nine hundred women and one me; what's not to love? Long version: my inheritance is based on me being eighteen and in a college of my Aunt's choosing. It is too late for me to get into another program this year so if I don't fight, I go broke. I have nothing to lose." "Ms. Lane," the Chancellor addressed her lawyer, "is there any reason we can't escort Mr. Braxton to the gates right now?" The attractive young lawyer brushed a stray strand of her lovely light brown hair before responding. "There does seem to be a flaw in the administration software. There is no sexual differentiation key. Medical files were submitted as required and they clearly identify him as being male so there was no indication of evasion on his part, we missed it. FFU can expel him if he doesn't leave of his own accord but he definitely has a lawsuit against us." That gave people food for thought. It took Ms. Goodswell to save the day and I didn't really expect that. "Mr. Braxton, do you promise us to be an exemplary student if we allow you to stay out the semester?" "Of course," I promised. "Well, we can't keep him where he is," insisted Dana, shocked and angry. "We can keep him in his residence hall but place him in the Solarium. We can fix up something for him by tonight, and we have him cleared to use the fifth floor showers as schedules allow," Ms. Goodswell suggested. "The place is a mess," Dana grumbled. "I'll work to make it better as time allows," I volunteered. "Mr. Braxton, wait outside while we discuss this," commanded the Chancellor. I took my cue and left quickly. Christina and clique were sitting patiently waiting for me. She stood and made to leave. "I was told to wait here," I informed her, which brought the whole troop up short. "What are we waiting for?" Christina inquired. "Oh, I have them over a barrel so I insisted they assign one of you to be my bed warmer for the rest of the week. They are debating on which one of you gets the honor," I teased. "You bastard," spat Heaven, getting in my face. "You are a vomitus piece of filth!" "Just for that, you are next," I grinned devilishly at her. "Huh?" she looked far angrier than uncertain, "Next for what?" "Oh, during the upcoming sex orgy I host, you are 'Next'. See," I sighed dramatically, "I'm not likely to remember your name so when I call out 'Next,' I mean you." I had a split second to decide whether I'd duck or not. Training was screaming at me to half-step back while bringing up an arm to block but, Pow! I staggered back to the wall and slumped halfway down to the floor. Heaven kept coming and kicked me twice in the shin before Chastity and Christina pulled her off me. She was still sputtering and growling when the Chancellor's door opened up and Ms. Gorman stepped out and closed it behind her. "What is going on here?" she hissed. "There was a misunderstanding," Christina answered. "Actually, Heaven punched me after I deflected one of her insults," I countered. "Now I have to ponder civil litigation." "What?" Christina asked cautiously. Heaven was less diplomatic or restrained. "You provoked me," she accused me. "Do you know word one about my sexual habits? Could you prove a believable threat to you or someone around you? Barring that, you just committed assault," I informed Heaven. "You are willing to gamble we would betray Heaven to someone like you?" Faith threatened. "No," Dana answered for me. "I have little doubt that Mr. Braxton has noted that all classes and administration rooms have cameras." She seemed bitter about her own security procedures. The rest of the girl posse seemed equally unhappy except for, "Come on," Chastity told me as she offered me a hand up. I took it and quickly was upright once more so that we were chest to chest. "Please don't do this, Zane," she said evenly. Heaven scoffed. "Very well, Chastity, because it was you who requested it, but I do ask for one thing in return," I told her. "Of course he wants something," Heaven snarled sarcastically. "Actually, all I want is five minutes with Heaven," I explained, and when Heaven rolled her eyes and Chastity looked uncomfortable, I added, "no physical contact at all, only sitting down and talking." "She'll do it," Christina agreed. "No!" balked Heaven. "You'll do it or be expelled and face possible jail time," Ms. Gorman stated. "No," it was my turn to say. "I was joking; I won't press charges against Heaven." "She can still be expelled," Dana insisted. "For what?" I asked. Dana looked at me cautiously. "Hell, we were just fooling around; right ladies?" No one said anything because to speak was to court the sin of falsehoods. "Yes," said Christina, taking the plunge; the others nodded. Dana bored me into place with her gaze, weighing her options. "Keep it down out here," she snapped to the room, "especially you young ladies. I expected better from you four." The implication was that my cock exempted me from mature behavior. "Thank you," Chastity told me. "It took the grand total of one word, please," I explained. "I know it must be hard to believe but I'm not a total scumbag." "Are you still going to make me pay for insulting Rio?" Christina mocked. "The week isn't over yet," I pointed out. The resulting silence was interesting. Five minutes later the door opened and the women filed past. The second to last one out was the lawyer, Ms. Lane. "Mr. Braxton, we will have to get together to discuss some of your unique legal issues and liabilities next week," she informed me. "I await you at your leisure, Ms. Lane. Whatever you need, I'll do my best to comply," I smiled. "It will certainly be easier if you are compliant," she smiled back before turning and heading into the hallway, my eyes watching the line on her stockings going from where her skirt's hemline revealed her shapely thighs down her muscular calves to her four-inch heels. "Temptation comes in many forms," Ms. Goodswell said, interrupting me from the distraction of Ms. Lane's luscious posterior, a look that Ms. Lane caught as she smiled and turned out of sight. "In my admittedly limited experience, temptation is a result of dissatisfaction with one's circumstances, not a weakness of character," I offered as an explanation. "As your spiritual counselor, I feel it is my duty to keep you on the straight and narrow," Ms. Goodswell sighed with faux sufferance. "I don't mean to make things hard for you, Ms. Goodswell," I jibbed. "Enough sexual innuendo for the moment, Zane; you've been given an opportunity so don't blow it, don't disappoint me," Ms. Goodswell warned me while stabbing me in the chest with a well-manicured cherry gloss fingernail. I gave her a funny look. "What is it, Mr. Braxton?" she asked. "Oh, it is the fact that you are attempting the impossible, restoring my faith in organized Christianity, I answered while fishing for her name. "Virginia," Ms. Goodswell filled in the void of my unsubtle inquiry. "You are going to be trouble," she said, but her smile belied any worry on her part. "Well, I must get to lunch. I have a deserving Mistress who demands that I spoon-feed her," I told her as I moved to Christina and her cohorts. "Your room, seven o'clock, Zane. We'll be moving you to your new lodgings then," Virginia instructed. I nodded my acknowledgement then headed off to my late lunch. As we crossed campus, we remained relatively quiet until we approached the Dining Hall. "You remain intriguing, Mr. Braxton," Christina allowed. "I am equally drawn to you, you sanctimonious twat," I bantered back, and the girl posse jerked in response. "I hope they house you in a deep, dark hole," snapped Heaven. "I hope they do too," I beamed at Heaven, "and I hope you have the only key." "Why is that?" asked Chastity. "I'd let him starve to death," Heaven grinned viciously. I kept my eyes on Heaven. "Well, if Heaven had the key, she could come down and torture me whenever she wanted," I explained, and when Heaven licked her lips in anticipation, I added, "and she'd look so fetching in nothing but thin strips of black leather, high heels, and a whip in her hand as she scourged the sin out of me again and again, ." I licked my lips sensually at Heaven, "and again." Now all movement stopped; even the normally homicidal Heaven was caught up in the imagery (which she liked) and the other girls were wrapping their minds around the implications of either me on my knees, Heaven in leather, or us together. "You have a very sinful mind," accused Faith. "I have never denied that," I responded. "I'm a flawed creature in need of redemption, I admit that. Thankfully, I've chosen a religion based on forgiveness and second chances, then, eh?" Any further comments were interrupted by a girl running into me, more like almost running over me. "Zane! They didn't transubstantiate you into communion wafers," Rio squealed, showing more womanly affection than I would have given her credit for. Rio didn't do a great job of being 'surprised' when she noticed the girls around me. Heaven glared at Rio and I tried to shift myself between them but Christina intervened before anything happened. "Felon, I am in need of a stool to sit on; I'm tired," Christina said. As she used the word 'felon,' she smirked at me. Rio flinched too. "Wouldn't you rather have me lie on my back so you can sit on my face so I can get you off? That way we could both eat lunch," Rio sneered back. Christina didn't bite. "Make a seat, little felon," Christina smiled. I had a sudden desire to miss lunch. "I've got this, Zane," Rio told me as she touched my upper arm and pushed me toward the door. As I grudgingly walked away, I saw Rio get down on all fours on the grass and Christina take her seat. The best thing I could say about the situation was that Queen Christina didn't bounce up and down. Before I could come up with some rescue strategy, Iona corralled me and led me to the Handmaiden Mistress of the moment; Dove. Dove's food had grown cold and Iona had kept assuring her I was on my way so I set to my latest exercise in humility. Dove expected me to sit with her. I brushed her shoulder-length auburn hair aside and fed her mouthful after mouthful, using a napkin to tantalize her lips after every few bites, which Dove found enticing and the surrounding tables found romantic. I was getting the feeling that the girls were looking at this whole Handmaiden thing differently than I was. At three o'clock I made it to Soccer tryouts, forgetting one little gigantic complication, this was Christina's team. She and the coach decided that since they couldn't outright deny me the chance for a place on the team, they could make me target practice (aka goalie). I blocked eleven shots from established members of the team (they have Soccer/Football in Thailand) but number twelve got past me, I was off the team. At four came Archery tryouts and I was starting to feel the weight of being the true outsider here, and it got worse when I saw our Team Captain was Chastity Adams, aka Chastity of Team Christina. I turned to put my equipment up when Chastity called me over. "What are you doing, Zane?" "I've just finished having Christina use me as a crash test dummy," I admitted. "I figured I'd save us both some time so that you could concentrate your efforts on people who might actually have a chance to be on the team." "Zane, why don't you think I'd give you a chance?" Chastity asked quietly. "Will you give me a chance?" I wondered. "Not if you quit right now," she pointed out. So, I gave it a shot and I leaned that I sucked at archery, but clearly not as bad as most of the other girls so Chastity tapped me as a competitive alternate, which meant I was to carry equipment and practice a lot, the newbie. "Why did you do this, let me on the team?" I inquired after the team announcements. "You aren't half bad," she explained, then smiled and pointed out, "plus you will distract the other all-female teams." "Thanks for the chance, Chastity," I said as I shook her hand. "You are good-looking and funny, Zane, and the other girls will work harder so they can stick around you," she responded while looking at me intently. "Now go, you have another team to try out for." Sometimes I needed to be reminded that there are things a twenty-one-year-old could teach an eighteen-year-old. I barely made it to Karate tryouts (Marksmanship and Orientation were on Tuesdays and Thursdays). I didn't recognize our Team Leader but our coach was Dana Gorman, Head of Security. She eyed me with suspicion but it was nothing compared to the looks I got from the Team Sub-captain. I thought I recognized the face but I definitely recognized her ass and the hair weave, I'd put a foot in it when I kicked her off Rio, yeah me! I told them I knew some kick-boxing but Dana was not impressed so I was placed with the beginners group, which I proceeded to dominate utterly. Ten minutes of that and the Team Captain Wilhelmina Spellman put me in the second tier, where I went undefeated in our little sparing matches yet again. Willie wanted to put me on the first team but the girl whose ass I'd kicked vocally opposed her on it. Willie relented but only partially. After class, the sub-captain would judge my performance and get the final say if I was first-team material. I figured if I ripped out her still-beating heart and showed it to her, I had a fifty-fifty chance of making the squad. We squared off after the last girl left, the sub-Captain didn't want any witnesses. She was more skilled and had more emotional investment but I'd actually been in some real fights and was faster and stronger. As far as matches went, it was pretty intense. We went back and forth with no real advantage until she threw me by grabbing and tearing off my ghee. Before she could capitalize I got in a kick to her gut and when she unfolded, I head-butted her, causing her nose to bleed. I pulled up and she rubbed her nose and looked at the blood. "Oh, God, I'm sorry. Let me go get someone," I urged. "You hurt me," she muttered. "Lord Jesus Christ, you hurt me," she said angrily as I stepped forward. I was so overwhelmed with human compassion I didn't see the kick coming. I was dreaming of running errands to a close village which was something I got away with from time to time. It was a pleasant day if a little cold for daytime in the Thai uplands. The young widow I spent some time with was attending me and I was clearly lying back and enjoying some of our intimate foreplay. Her mouth felt warm and comforting on my little helmet, her tongue didn't twirl like it normally did, but I wasn't in Thailand anymore either. My jaw hurt but that was far less relevant than the pressure of the body I was feeling on my thighs, the warm, wet sensation around my cock, and the feel of hands on my shaft and stomach. I propped myself up and looked down at my crotch were our sub-captain looked up at me while keeping her bobbing rhythm going. "Stop," I ordered her. She reluctantly agreed, her eyes warring with anger, shame, and lust. I imagine she was wondering about what kind of academic hell I was about to bring down on her or if she could get away with crying rape as she pushed herself back and rested on her haunches. "Take off your clothes," I ordered next. That command staggered her but my gaze fixed her in place. "What are you going to do to me?" she said with a shaky voice. "I'm going to reciprocate what you've been doing to me. You gave me a great lesson and I want to return the favor, now strip." She thought about it a moment, then did a quick striptease which brought me to my knees. "What's your name?" I inquired as she finished. "Cappadocia Davis," she murmured as she met me at knee level. I started kissing her, drifting into chest contact and letting our hands roam free for several minutes. Cappy had a very passive-aggressive style and often mirrored what I did, all the signals of a confident virgin. Getting us down head to crotch took little effort as Cappy went back to administering her blowjob and I started working over her own sexual center. She only asked me to hurry once when I was spending time getting to know her thighs with delicate kisses. Though it was a bit rough, Cappadocia worked me furiously with strong hands, plump lips, and a fighter's stamina. On my end, I did all I could. I mapped out the pleasure lines along her thighs, across the groin, and farther along the stomach and sides, passing the breasts to the throat, ears and lips. Cappadocia expected a quick fuck and an equally quick departure. As it was, we missed dinner and I would almost be late for my room meeting. Before then, I explored Cappy fully. I kissed every ebony inch of her, from kneecap to navel; I took gentle tongue strokes to her lips, cunt, and especially the clit while not forgetting a little tantalization of her ass which drove her over the top to an orgasm by itself. Cappy was good enough to take my seed not once, but twice, though the first time she took most of it on her face. I sat there with two fingers stretching her lips apart while my tongue languidly worked on her labia and clitoris. I tickled the clit, sucking it with my lips, then blowing on it coolly. She learned how to swirl with her tongue once my cock was inside her mouth for a stronger sensation. Cappadocia liked a contest and we had the best of kinds; neither side won and a rematch was in order, definitely. "Cappadocia," I began as I was getting my outdoor clothes on, "I don't think I'm ready for first team yet." "Neither do I," she responded after a few moments of thought. "I'd like to keep training for it, though. I'm not going to give up trying, no matter how many private sessions it takes." "I have to agree, Zane. You are not yet ready and it is going to take a whole lot of private lessons to get you into 'first team' shape," she nodded. I left with a sore jaw but thinking good thoughts. I'd made two teams and had a shot at two others, as long as no one shot me or sent me to get lost in the wilds with a false map. The Solarium Why am I Living in a Glass House? I raced across campus to my dorm only to discover a sad looking girl in a short terry cloth robe sitting on the outside steps with a half-full trash bag. She perked up when she saw me. "Zane," she hailed me, "I want you to take out my trash." Okay, that seemed kind of lame to me because the dumpster was thirty feet away so I had to think quickly. "Umm," I looked her over. "Jolene," she provided. "Jolene, this doesn't seem quite fair," I pointed out, and I watched her deflate before me. "See," I said as I took her bag of trash and headed for the dumpster, her tagging along, "maybe I should come by your place tonight around nine thirty and clean up your room for you. Does that sound like a more appropriate Handmaiden's duty?" The little lights went off in her eyes. "Yes," she bobbed her head. "Yes, it sounds, amazing." Without telling me her room number, she skipped off through the doors and went off to do God knows what. I went looking for Iona who, as I guessed, hooked me up with the girl's location. Gliding into my room after that was less satisfying. "You are late, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Goodswell informed me. "Handmaiden's Duty," I countered. "We've moved all your furniture to the Solarium on the top floor," Dana rumbled. Solarium, top floor. Wasn't I on the top floor already? What was I getting into? That wasn't the most important thing at the moment, though. Rio sat on her bed, knees up, hugging a pillow and looking decidedly unhappy at the world. I turned to the two teachers and asked them for a minute with my old roomie. Dana grumbled but Virginia made her give us the space. "What's up, Rio?" I asked as I sat down at the foot of the bed. I knew what was wrong; I was abandoning her and I was not the first guy to do so. The only problem was, I wasn't those other guys. "Nothing's up, asshole," she shot back. "I'm looking forward to not having you snore all night long. Plus, I'll be able to shower whenever I want," she sniffled. "Oh, well, dealing with you has been a total pain in my ass too, Rio. It will be a relief to not have to wake up looking at you, your tattoos and all those body piercings," I stated evenly. "Hey, I don't have any piercings anymore," she pouted, hurt by the comment and its accuracy. "Well, I don't believe you, Rio. Sometime you will have to come up to the Solarium and show me just how wrong I am. I'll leave out a sleeping bag in case your city-bred ass gets lost and you can't figure out how to get back down after dark," I joked. "Zane, if they find you sleeping with a girl, you'll get expelled," Rio whispered. "Thank God you are not a girl, then, ya freak," I grinned so she hit me with her pillow. Rio was sneering at me playfully as I left; we were still friends. Outside my room, I'd picked up an old friend, Barbie Lynn Masters, and with Virginia, Dana, and Iona, we trekked to the fifth floor, then up to the roof. Now, when they were designing this kind of dorm in the nineteen seventies, the architect was on a 'Retro Victorian' kick. He envisioned a safe green haven for the girls to go to where they would be free to partake of nature's bounty without risking pesky urban menaces like rapists, thieves, and murderers. The Christian Elders liked the design so much, they transplanted it to the Virginia countryside. Of course, there aren't a lot of muggers in rural areas so the roof escapes weren't totally necessary or welcome by the student body and when the school built its twelve-foot-tall brick wall with security cameras around the entire facility, the need evaporated. Soon, all the Solariums were abandoned, the plants died, and not all the window panes were replaced. It was a pretty freaking miserable place at first glance and there was some suspicion that this was an indirect way to drive me out. But they clearly had avoided the Developing World and my long experience in it when thinking this through. I loved it. I had roughly eighty percent of the dorm building's floor space to play with. It would be a lot of work to fix it but I had been accidentally supplied with a ready and willing work force. Thank you, freshmen and Handmaiden's Duty, because amongst its other virtues, the Solarium was my room, and a freshman in a dorm room was immune to being summoned for Handmaiden Duty while in any such room unless required by a duty to go there. All I had to do was have Iona get the word out to our fellow freshman that my room was sanctuary and I was set. All that was tomorrow; tonight, I had a cold room with squirrels, maybe a raccoon or two, birds, spiders, roaches, and an assortment of other pests, plus my bed, dresser, and a wardrobe from the drama department. I had also secured the choice time of five forty-five to six as my bathroom time in the morning, and ten to ten-fifteen in the evening. How I would actually piss during the day was swept under the rug. Ms. Goodswell suggested I get a hall pass during class periods for safety's sake. College, hall pass, Did they think I should make up for missing high school? It was lights out in my domicile. The moon was waning and the sky was clear when I heard someone working the lock to my door at the bottom of the stairs. Five people had keys: I was one, Dana Gorman was another, Virginia Goodswell, and Chancellor Bazz were two others, but none of them, I suspected. I spotted the faint moonlight playing across golden locks as my intruder drew close. "Hey," Barbie Lynn whispered as she came to a stop by my bed. "I thought you might get cold so I brought you a quilt from storage." "You are a life-saver, Barbie; I'm freezing in here. Why don't you put the quilt over me and climb in so it will warm up here faster and we can both get to sleep sooner," I responded softly. It was a weak lie but it was really all Barbie needed; it was late summer in Virginia, after all. She spread out the quilt and started to get in. "Wait, you'll get your skirt wrinkled," I cautioned her before she sat down. She nodded and stripped out of it, then completed the process by stripping off her shirt, (no bra), socks, and shoes. As she snuggled up against me, she realized I was naked. "Oh, that doesn't seem fair," Barbie giggled, so she wiggled around under the covers and tossed out her undies. "That's better." I pulled her into my arms and I caught her stealing glances up at me as she pressed her hands against my chest. "We have all night," I assured her, and that earned me a kiss. "Oh, and I have your missing panties in my book bag, courtesy of Rio." I returned her kiss and soon we were wrapped around one another, engrossed in one another's erogenous zones (ear lobes, nipples, lips, and throats) as well as tempting fate with a little penal vaginal contact. After she wrestled me against the headboard and took my member deep into her mouth we had a little session of 'try doing this and watch him squirm' until I finally lost control and erupted several times into her mouth. "Umm, Barbie Lynn murmured as she rolled some semen over her tongue, eyes lighting up as I smiled at her talent. "Jesus bless me, you taste nearly as good as you look. I want more!" "Next time we can swap cum," I suggested to her. Barbie wrinkled her nose. "Doesn't that make you a homo?" she questioned. I forgave her ignorance due to cuteness. "You've tasted your juices on my lips but you are not a lesbian," I pointed out. After a moment she nodded so I continued with, "all I want to do is taste it on your tongue, not someone else's on my tongue." Telling her I'd given more than one blowjob didn't appear to be helpful at this time; I'm decidedly not heterosexual. "Oh, you're pretty smart for someone so young," she smiled seductively. I cupped her face in one hand. "I may be young and smart, but you are far more beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, than me and one heck of a teacher because you keep me wanting to learn more," I heartily complimented her. I must have struck a chord because Barbie Lynn glowed from the inside out and virtually poured like tanned molten gold into my lap. "Fuck me," she begged with sensual need. "What about your Pledge?" I questioned. "Fuck my ass," she moaned, "it's not really cheating." Yeah, right. "Okay, Barbie Lynn, but teaching you to like it isn't easy. I'm going to have to break you in all night long," I warned her, but all I got was a violent trembling of anticipation which caused her to make my lap damp and my cock rebound to duty. We kissed deeply and with longing for over a minute, Barbie rocking in my lap, her labia brushing my cockhead. "Is it going to hurt?" she panted into my lips. "Yes. The first time you are going to scream, but I promise you I'll show you how good it can be," I assured her. She gulped in fear but smiled with wanton lust in her eyes. I played with her cunt and my cock, doing tiny penetrations until Barbie lost it in a screaming, ear-splitting orgasm, "God loves me, God loves me, God Loves ME!!!!" She followed that up by collapsing against me and burying my face in her ample bosom. I couldn't help myself; I took an overly sensitive nipple into my lips. "Oh, oh, oh, baby, that hurts; that hur, she whispered hoarsely until I relented. That didn't stop her from hugging me tightly to her chest though. "Barbie Lynn, go over to my kit and get the Vaseline," I ordered her after a bit. "Why do I have to do it?" she teased me. "I love to watch your ass wiggle when you leave and the way your bare breasts bounce when you come back," I confessed. Once more she came on with this deep kiss and a winning smile, then she did as I asked and the view was definitely as delicious as I'd hoped. She quickly resumed her position over me, shimmying to the point I was afraid I'd actually press my cock too far into her cunt. Barbie was biting her lip while we played with her virginal fire; I knew I had to do something and that was to pop the top of the lubricant and rub two fingers deep into her back door. "Here we go," I cautioned her, "I'll be slow and gentle. We are taking our time so don't worry about tensing up, I'll deal." She gave me a nod, then went back to tempting fate. I was finding more and more to lust over with Barbie. When my right index finger brushed her pink star, she didn't flinch one bit. She kept her rotation going and I slipped in a finger without much protest or resistance. I let this finger slip in and out for a minute, sinking in deeper every few thrusts. To distract her, I moved my left hand between us and slipped two fingers into her cunt. That, along with the touch of my cock, got her off. Barbie bounced harder so I was forced to put a third finger in the way of my cock penetrating her, plus I pressed the knuckle of my thumb against her clit. For a second Barbie Lynn seemed at a loss of what to do, but one look at my parted lips, panting from the excitement, convinced her to feed one magnificent nipple into my mouth while she played with the other one before my eyes. She teased me so I stuck a second finger up her ass. Barbie bucked and moaned but if she was in any pain, she hid it well. "Do you want to know something?" she struggled to say, hovering over me. I nodded. "It took a grand total of seven minutes for the last two boys I was with to cum all over my tits. I don't know how long we've been going at it but Lord Almighty, I'm so happy I was given this dorm. This is going to be the best year ever." "I'm working on it," I gasped as I twitched and pushed my fingers around. "I'm glad you are my Dorm Mother." "Oh, oh, oh, oh, the other girls are so jealous that I have you," she panted. "They wanted to know what it would take to steal you away." "I hope you understand that I want to stay here with you," I groaned. Barbie Lynn stopped moving for a moment, accepting me and my honest desire. "Put it in," she begged. "It will hurt," I assured her. "I don't care," she looked at me hungrily. I pulled my hand out of her cunt and rolled her to my side while still keeping my other fingers pumping in her ass. Maneuvering around so that I had her head on my pillow and ass sticking up took some thought. I pushed a third finger in quickly. Barbie gasped audibly, pulled away instinctively, then caught herself and pushed back against my hand. She whimpered and choked back a sob. I withdrew my fingers and covered my cock with some hastily scooped glob of Vaseline. Barbie looked back to me in quivering anticipation. Before she spoke I lined my cock up with her anus and started pushing. Barbie Lynn shut her eyes, bit her lower lip and smiled lustfully. "Oh!" she groaned, as I slipped past her anal ring. I knew enough to hesitate before the next push, then the next. "Please," she whimpered. I stopped moving. "Please give me all of it," she completed. "Don't hold back." I pushed harder not waiting for her to adjust. "Ah!" she cried out. I stopped and she responded with a, "No, no, no, Zane, please don't stop." "I don't want to hurt you," I groaned. "It hurts a lot but I like that you are the one doing it to me. Please, I want you inside of me, all the way in," she whimpered. I pushed all the way in steadily until my crotch pushed her scrumptious ass cheeks apart. As I rested for a moment, I felt Barbie Lynn's fingers reach between her legs and start to massage my balls. I pulled back while she moaned loudly, her cries echoing throughout the massive glass covered chamber. Despite the low lamplight around my bed, I realized now that we could be seen from the solariums on the roofs of the other dorms. There wasn't much I could, or would, do about that now. I started a slowly intensifying pace in and out of Barbie's ass and she met me with the thrust of her hips and a sensual moaning from her throat. I could tell she was pushing one set of fingers into her snatch while the other worked over her clit. Once we were in total symmetry I slapped her playfully on one ass cheek. "Oh, God, Zane, do it again. I've been bad," was Barbie's lusty declaration. I smacked down across the other cheek. "Harder, Zane, I've been really bad." Another spank and, "I've been much worse than that," she panted. SMACK! and a yelp. "That's it!" she gasped. I kept up the spanking and each blow made her anal muscles contract, virtually grabbing and twisting my cock inside her. "Ah, Jesus Loves Me!!!!" Barbie Lynn squealed as her strongest orgasm to date overwhelmed her and then me. I'd never felt that kind of empathy with another lover like I was feeling with this blonde enchantress. Barbie bucked up against me, slamming her ass against my crotch with painful ferocity as my seed plunged into the depths of her bowels. Barbie Lynn, now virtually sitting in my lap, crested orgasm after orgasm as the heat of each burst of my semen burned new pathways of ecstasy inside her rectum. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she stammered as her fluids flowed down our legs in a slow steady stream. "Please, Zane , " "Yes?" I panted. "Promise me, promise me we'll do this again," she gasped as she now pressed her sweat-slick back against my upper body. "Again," I thrust into her, "and again, and again," I promised. Barbie Lynn put one hand around to the back of my neck and the other, leaning forward. She drew me into her and we slowly arched forward until the weight of our bodies tumbled us to the bed. Barbie's outstretched arm touched the mattress first and absorbed most of our momentum. Still, I ended up pressing on her and I soon propped myself up so my weight wouldn't suffocate her. As I stationed myself there, panting along with her from our mutual exhaustion, Barbie rolled over so that we were once more face to face. She had this beatific happiness about her that I doubt I'll ever forget. "I, I was afraid I'd regret this, and you," she grinned lazily. "Do you?" I questioned. "Yes. I regret I didn't take you back to my room and do this yesterday. I regret that we have to go to early classes tomorrow. I regret having to share you with nine hundred other women. And I regret you weren't here with me two years ago," she murmured heartily. "I'm going to sit here and bask in my over-stuffed sense of accomplishment," I faux-gloated. "You do a guy's ego good." "Speaking of over-stuffed, can I please, please have one more, please?" she begged playfully. "You are my Dorm Mother and I really should try to keep you happy, so, I related with feigned reluctance. "That's right," she giggled, "you really need to keep me happy. Please show me how you plan to do that." After another serious exploration of our sexuality, Barbie Lynn curled up against my chest, making this deep cat-like rumbling noise. "Do you always talk to Christina over breakfast?" I inquired. "Yes, I always do. If she asks about you, I, I'm going to tell her the truth," she answered. I didn't ask what that would be so she did. "Aren't you worried about what I will say?" "No. I trust you, Barbie. You'll tell her what you need to tell her; truth, lie, or evasion, it is all your business, not mine," I explained. "Well, I'm going to tell her in every minute detail what you did with, to, and for me tonight, and I promise you she's going to race back and change her panties," she sighed happily. From a morning shower to a Heavenly night. Sharing Umbrellas Tuesday: My schedule which the Chancellor had been set in stone, had me in sole custody of the fifth-floor bathroom from five forty-five until six, so I was grateful that only six girls were waiting for me when I arrived. At some level I was sure they expected me to say something and I was pretty sure they hadn't really articulated what they wanted. I said nothing and edged past them. The bravest one, Opal, followed quickly after me, though I had that special moment of taking off my robe in front of her as I readied for my shower. Somehow the blood of Homer's Amazons had entered this school's student body because Opal met my bluff with her buff (body) and crawled under her own water stream once the water was steamy. As I started washing my hair, I caught sight of another girl moving in on my far side. I did my best to remain nonchalant and managed to get my hair clean before they made their move. "Zane," Opal asked innocently, "would you wash my back?" I smiled, nodded, and took the bottle of liquid soap from her hands. I poured some into my palms before placing the bottle on the closest shelf. I started rubbing it onto her shoulders and down her back. The placement of our bodies was complicated by my emergent erection. I worked my way down her back until I touched, then parted and cupped, her ass. I pressed my body against her back with my cock taking a few moments decide on whether it would go up, in, or in between. Finally it slipped up until my cock rested warmly on her back. Opal was totally overtaken by events and simply stood there as I slowly rubbed my body up and down against her back. She looked over her shoulder speculatively as I reached past her for more liquid soap and poured some into my hand. Bottle put aside, I shared the soap with the off-hand before starting to rub down the front of her shoulders. "Put your hands behind your back," I whispered into Opal's ear. She was initially hesitant, then started putting them behind her back where she brushed against my cock, and again before she wrapped her hands around it and began slowly stroking it with a soapy grip. While she was working on my morning wood I made slow circles down to her breasts. Her nipples came alive under my fingertips. I first coaxed them, then plucked them, and finally pinched them tightly as I handled the rest of her breasts roughly. Opal began panting, moaning, and undulating her whole body against mine. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her on the crux of her jaw and neck. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Opal began to gasp. I felt her body start to tremble under my touch so I hunted for that most sensitive place with my tongue and bit into that spot on her neck sharply. Opal slammed hard into me, bouncing up and down on her toes like some sudsy, hot vibrator against my cock, if only I had the time. "Ah, she sobbed in joy. Even after the orgasm settled, Opal kept gyrating against me. "This wasn't what I had in mind," Opal moaned. Whoops! "My apology," I told her, and started separating from her, but she held firm. "Oh, no, you don't. Maybe you misunderstood me. This was more, much more than I expected. I'm glad you are superior to your hype. Can we do this tomorrow morning?" "Hmm, how about we see what comes up then?" I evaded. As I backed away, the girl on the other side held out her soap bottle expectantly. "Sorry, but I need to get out of here before girls, other girls show up," I explained to her. "Brigit; my name is Brigit," she filled me in. "Can we do, that, tomorrow?" By 'that,' I assume she meant my version of the soapy body rub. "Okay," I said, "how about calling Iona and figuring out how you ladies want to handle my shower visits, though I would like to point out the Administration believes I'm in here alone." "Do you want us to stay away?" Opal asked cautiously. "Opal, Brigit, I would rather go through life minus one testicle than miss spending time with any of you ladies but I don't want anyone unwittingly getting into trouble because of me," I answered. "Since you need to be going," Opal teased, "let me help." "I'll help too," Brigit insisted. I'm going to be a while deciding exactly how I rate being shaved by one girl while getting a blowjob from another at the same time. My facial expression caused Rio to laugh at me as I came back down to answer the door. It was around six thirty and I had only recently gotten back and put my school uniform on. "Either you've been hit by the world's softest two by four or you've already had sex at least once this morning," she chuckled. "Hey, Rio, Iona, come on in. It isn't like I could stop you," I joked. "So, did you take her temperature, kick up her heels, or give her an attitude adjustment?" Rio teased as we headed up. Iona looked confused and expected me to be either equally confused or give her an explanation. I was confused, which made Rio laugh louder. "Taking her temperature equals blowjob; kicking up the heels is straight-up fucking, and attitude adjustment is anal sex, jeesh, people," Rio berated us. Once we came to my island of civilization in the wilderness of the Solarium, Iona looked around curiously; this may have been the first men's bedroom she'd ever seen. Rio walked over to my bed, was about to plop down in it, then studied it for a second and gawked at me. "Damn, Zane, what happened last night? How many girls did you have up here?" she grinned maniacally. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "One," I admitted. "How did you know?" "Peach lip gloss and teeth marks on the pillow, several sets, so, You Go Boy!" she explained. "Plus, your bed smells of Vaseline, baby oil, sweat, Secret deodorant, and a good deal of fuck juice, the female variety. Then there is the matter of, she drew forth a long blonde hair, "you not being blonde." "This was not on the list!" squawked Iona. "Lip gloss, teeth marks?" "That means he fucked her ass long and hard, Iona," Rio explained to her far less experienced classmate, "and she came back for more, and more." Iona stole a look my way, hoping I'd deny everything, but I made eye contact with her and nodded. She looked disappointed in me, which oddly made me feel bad inside. "Snap out of it, Iona," Rio snorted. Iona still looked hurt. "What is more likely, Zane went trolling the lower levels for a girl to sex up, or a girl snuck up here and jumped him in his bed?" "Oh," Iona gasped, now more pleased. Apparently, me being nearly raped in my own bed was okay with her. From my point of view, I can try to understand women or I can appreciate them for what they willingly offer me. If a woman wants me to treat her like a Sphinx, I'll leap at the challenge. One day I'm sure I'll find a woman not worth this kind of effort but I'm not there yet. I had finished getting dressed and was making toward the stairs when the door at the bottom opened and Barbie Lynn came bounding up. She took in my two companions without missing her stride before bouncing up to me. "Hey, Zane," she purred. "I wanted to make sure you hadn't overslept." "Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but I slept great last night. Waking up feeling that good is always a pleasure. How did you sleep?" I responded. "I tossed and turned," she pouted. "I was missing something I couldn't put my hands on. If I can't figure out what that is I'll be up pacing the halls well past midnight tonight." Rio stepped behind Barbie and made a gagging motion. "So, Barbie Lynn," Rio requested, "do you have any lip gloss I could use?" Barbie turned around and pulled a micro-jar that she handed to Rio. "Umm, peach flavored," Rio revealed vindictively. At some point I am sure Rio will show restraint; my challenge now is living long enough to see it. Rio spanked Barbie Lynn hard on the ass and the Dorm Mother yelped in surprise and pain. "Ow," gasped Barbie Lynn, glaring at Rio. I moved an arm around Barbie and pulled her close, a gesture she comfortably molded into. "I'm sorry," Rio snickered, "but you have such a wonderful posterior BLT, I know it is a sin if no one appreciates it." "BLT?" I cautioned Rio, and by that I intoned that the next spanking was likely going to be administered to her by me. "Barbie Lynn Tease," Rio grinned, daring me to step up. As I handed my book bag to Iona, Rio squealed in delight and raced down the stairs. I was right behind her and I would have undoubtedly caught and punished her on the fifth floor if not for one thing. "Zane, I'm here for your breakfast duty," a sophomore I was to learn was named Emanuela commanded, Handmaiden's Duty. Technically she should wait until I was outside, but, eh. They nailed Rio seconds before she could turn and gloat at me. "Front or back?" I politely requested of Emanuela, who was thankfully on my schedule. "Front or back?" she wondered. "Do you want me to carry you like this?" I asked, as I swept her up in my arms. She was light enough, including book bag, for me to make it to the Dining Hall without too much effort. "What is back?" she gasped. "Piggyback," I explained. "Oh. I like this way much better," she informed me. I started making my way through the crowd when I caught sight of Barbie Lynn and Iona coming down the stairs. Seeing my situation, Barbie put an arm around Iona and whispered something to her. Iona was already carrying my books and I had the feeling that Barbie knew I liked Iona so she was going to look after the small freshman for me. Breakfast came and went and I found myself cornered and 'forced' to escort another girl to Assembly. She asked me if I'd prefer being covered with whipped cream or honey. I reminded her that whipped cream was cold but honey left a sticky residue, I suggested trying icing. At Assembly, the heavens broke and a hard rain set in as we got ready to disperse. The problem came when it was realized that many girls hadn't packed an umbrella. The answer for most was to take an umbrella from a freshman, which I found unsatisfactory. I had a sudden burst of insight as the first freshmen girls paled at the thought of being soaked through to the bone. I grabbed Iona and then made a beeline for Christina. None of what followed would have been possible without the understanding of a girl I didn't know, Pandora Jaspers. Her plan was for me to take my umbrella and cover us both as we went to class, but when I told her 'I have a plan,' she nodded and went along for the ride. Certainly we were a strange group that approached Christina Buchanan. "Yes?" questioned Christina with her bemused expression as I came to a halt before her and her court. Chastity smiled, Heaven seethed, Faith looked uncertain, and the fifth girl was a cipher. "I think I can do something about this rain," I said urgently. Christina didn't laugh but I had a feeling Pandora wanted to strangle me. "Go on," Christina commanded. "We make a covered walkway of umbrellas, held by freshmen, to protect everyone go

L'intervista a Emanuela Gasca su Unica Radio mette in luce il legame tra discipline scientifiche e artistiche, dalle riflessioni storiche su policleto e Leonardo fino alle sfide contemporanee legate all'intelligenza artificiale e all'educazione alle comunità locali Su Unica Radio l'architetto Emanuela Gasca, docente di storia dell'arte al liceo scientifico Fermi di Pinerolo, riflette sul rapporto tra arte e materie scientifiche. Nel suo approccio educativo, emerge un filo che attraversa i secoli: da Policleto e il suo Canone, in cui la matematica diventa misura estetica, fino al disegno dell'uomo vitruviano di Leonardo, esempio di proporzionalità e armonia. Gasca cita anche l'opera Segno Arte di Michelangelo Pistoletto, in cui l'arte contemporanea reinterpreta concetti antichi. Per lei, il legame tra discipline è vivo non solo nelle sculture o nei trattati, ma anche nell'architettura, dall'arco etrusco alle cattedrali gotiche fino alle sperimentazioni di architetti moderni che lavorano con vetro e acciaio. Un richiamo che dimostra come la cultura materiale e l'ingegno tecnico siano sempre stati strumenti di dialogo con le comunità. l'approccio steam e l'educazione alle comunità Il tema delle discipline STEAM — acronimo che integra scienza, tecnologia, ingegneria, arte e matematica — è centrale nel lavoro di Emanuela Gasca. La studiosa, premiata nel 2024 come una delle 100 leader dell'innovazione educativa italiana da Shoka Italia, considera questo approccio non solo un insieme di contenuti, ma un metodo. Nella sua esperienza di progettista culturale, i processi di capacity building con le comunità diventano percorsi di educazione al patrimonio, con attività partecipative ed esperienziali. In questo senso, l'arte si trasforma in ponte e in attivatore di competenze, capace di stimolare empatia e creatività. Gasca cita istituzioni come la School of Design di Rhode Island e l'Institute for Arts Integration and STEAM, che promuovono una formazione collaborativa e trasversale, utile non solo a scuola ma anche nei territori. È una visione che mette al centro il dialogo tra saperi e che apre prospettive innovative per le nuove generazioni. progetti sul territorio e riconoscimenti internazionali Tra le iniziative di maggiore impatto, Gasca menziona Iusto, progetto nato al liceo scientifico Fermi di Pinerolo con la collaborazione del Politecnico di Torino, della Città di Pinerolo e dell'Associazione Nazionale Giovani per l'Unesco. L'iniziativa coinvolge oltre 200 studenti e integra diverse materie, dalla musica all'informatica, invitando i ragazzi a creare itinerari culturali pubblicati sulla piattaforma percorsipinerolo.it. Gasca sottolinea come l'arte diventi un fattore abilitante per collegare saperi umanistici e scientifici, rafforzando anche l'educazione civica. I suoi progetti ricevono riconoscimenti come l'inserimento nella lista delle 100 unstoppable women, che valorizza figure femminili protagoniste di cambiamento. Attraverso pubblicazioni scientifiche e corsi per docenti, la ricercatrice consolida un metodo che unisce ricerca accademica e pratica educativa. Una prospettiva che pone al centro il patrimonio culturale come occasione di apprendimento e cittadinanza attiva.

Con Emanuela Amadio, creatrice del progetto “Case di Fotografia” ed insegnante di fotografia, abbiamo parlato di cosa vuol dire oggi insegnare fotografia, di cos'è un progetto fotografico e di come iniziare a muoversi nelle dinamiche di un lavoro composto da più immagini. Ah si, e ovviamente non potevamo non parlare di libri di fotografia: il primo punto di contatto per tanti di noi per acquisire maggior consapevolezza delle nostre qualità.→ LINK UTILI 

XVI ciclo di Dottorato della Scuola Superiore di Studi StoriciUniversità deglli Studi della Repubblica di San MarinoSTORIOGRAFIA E DIPLOMAZIAMomenti di diplomazia interna nel cristianesimo dal I al VI secolo (seconda lezione)Emanuela Prinzivalli(Università di Roma La Sapienza)Podcast a cura di Giuseppe GiardiUna produzione Usmaradio - Centro di Ricerca per la Radiofonia

XVI ciclo di Dottorato della Scuola Superiore di Studi StoriciUniversità deglli Studi della Repubblica di San MarinoSTORIOGRAFIA E DIPLOMAZIAMomenti di diplomazia interna nel cristianesimo dal I al VI secolo (prima lezione)Emanuela Prinzivalli(Università di Roma La Sapienza)Podcast a cura di Giuseppe GiardiUna produzione Usmaradio - Centro di Ricerca per la Radiofonia

di Mapi Danna | realizzato in collaborazione con Marlù |In questa puntata di Scatenate Mapi Danna incontra la giornalista e autrice Emanuela Grigliè che ci racconta come la società, gli oggetti e perfino i farmaci siano stati progettati su misura per gli uomini, relegando le donne a ruoli secondari. Dal mito dell'aratro fino al design di smartphone e città, emerge un mondo costruito su un “neutro” che neutro non è. In questo episodio si parla di medicina di genere, menopausa dimenticata, sicurezza e potere, fino alle difficoltà di leadership femminile in contesti dominati da modelli patriarcali. Attraverso dati e storie, Grigliè mostra le contraddizioni di una parità proclamata ma non agita. Un dialogo che svela le catene invisibili ancora oggi da spezzare.

“Tutta La Juve che Vuoi” con Dario Ghiringhelli e Emanuela Fulgori. Ospiti: Stefano Romagnoli, Jacopo Desiderio.

Il caso di Emanuela Orlandi, scomparsa a Roma il 22 giugno 1983, è uno dei più intricati misteri italiani. Anni dopo, alle indagini si aggiunsero le dichiarazioni di Sabrina Minardi, ex compagna di Enrico De Pedis, boss della Banda della Magliana. Le sue parole aprirono scenari inquietanti: collegamenti tra il sequestro di Emanuela, ambienti vaticani, criminalità organizzata e traffici internazionali. Un contributo che ha diviso gli inquirenti tra chi vedeva nelle sue rivelazioni elementi utili e chi le considerava depistaggi. Questo video ripercorre: le dichiarazioni di Sabrina Minardi; i collegamenti con De Pedis e la Banda della Magliana; il ruolo delle nuove piste nelle indagini; i dubbi e le polemiche che ancora oggi accompagnano la sua testimonianza. Un tassello controverso che alimenta il mistero attorno alla vicenda di Emanuela Orlandi. ISCRIVITI AL CANALE: https://www.youtube.com/@italiamistero?sub_confirmation=1 #italiamistero #EmanuelaOrlandi #SabrinaMinardi #BandaDellaMagliana #MisteriItaliani #ColdCase #Vaticano www.italiamistero.it: https://www.italiamistero.it/

Emanuela Anechoum"Babel Festival"Festival di letteratura e traduzioneBellinzona 11>14 settembre 2025https://www.babelfestival.com/Nel 2025 Babel compie vent'anni e li festeggia con le lingue che lo hanno formato e ne hanno ispirato la ricerca nella traduzione e nel plurilinguismo: l'italiano – origine e approdo –, che diramandosi in Ticino raggiunge i suoi confini naturali e valicabili, e le altre lingue svizzere – francese, tedesco, romancio – con cui, sfiorandosi e compenetrandosi, disegna e ridisegna geografie linguistiche e letterarie dai caratteri unici e condivisi, fertili e aperte, in costante ridefinizione.Babel20! prova a tracciare una cartografia di questo paesaggio fluido dove ciascuna lingua è portata a straripare dal proprio corso abituale per mescolarsi con le altre, tra flussi e riflussi che sovvertono gerarchie sintattiche, confondono ritmi e sedimenti culturali, aprono varchi semantici inattesi, scavano nuovi alvei del pensiero.Per Babel20!, sul palco del Teatro Sociale di Bellinzona e nelle altre sedi del festival confluiscono scrittrici e scrittori italiani e svizzeri italiani con chi li traduce in francese e romancio, e scrittori e scrittrici della Svizzera francese e della Svizzera tedesca con chi li traduce in italiano. E insieme a loro attrici e musicisti, artiste e performer svizzeri e italiani.Domenica 14 settembre, ore 17:00Bellinzona, Babel FestivalLingue che uniscono o che dividonoUbah Cristina Ali FarahEmanuela Anechoumintroducono: Lara Ricci e Anna SchlossbauerDue scrittrici italiane che narrano un'Italia sconosciuta ai più: Ubah Cristina Ali Farah, con la sua trilogia tra Roma e Mogadiscio, e Emanuela Anechoum, con la sua giovane protagonista calabrese che vive a Londra, ha un padre marocchino e non si sente a casa da nessuna parte. Storie di sradicamenti e attraversamenti alla ricerca di sé, storie per ripensare una cittadinanza capace di superare gli errori del passato. Ma anche l'occasione per parlare di lingue che uniscono o che dividono. Un incontro-ponte con la prossima edizione del festival. Introducono Anna Schlossbauer e Lara Ricci, al lavoro per Babel 2026.Emanuela Anechoum è nata a Reggio Calabria nel 1991 e vive a Roma. Dopo gli studi ha iniziato a lavorare nel mondo dell'editoria a Londra, e successivamente si è trasferita in Italia. Ha scritto per Vice, Doppiozero, Marvin Rivista. Tangerinn (edizioni e/o, 2024) è il suo primo romanzo, con cui ha vinto il Premio Mastercard Esordienti, il Premio Selezione Bancarella, il Premio Moncalieri, il Premio Lugnano e il Premio Speciale Mario La Cava dell'Associazione Rhegium Julii.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.

La conduttrice della Mostra internazionale d'arte cinematografica della Biennale di Venezia di quest'anno è Emanuela Fanelli. Dopo “C'è ancora domani” (puntata del 25/04/2024), l'abbiamo vista in questo film di Paolo Genovese, con Vittoria Puccini, Maria Chiara Giannetta e Claudia Pandolfi. Loro sono le emozioni di Lara (Pilar Fogliati). A guidare Piero (Edoardo Leo), invece, ci sono Maurizio Lastrico, Rocco Papaleo, Claudio Santamaria e Marco Giallini. Vi sembra complicato? Allora preparatevi a entrare nelle folli menti di due single al loro primo appuntamento.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Conexão Sociedade: Entrevista com promotora de justiça e coordenadora do centro de apoio operacional da criança e do adolescente, Ana Emanuela Rossi que falou sobre adultização infantil e atuação do MP-BA

Irina Nistor worked as a translator of TV programs in Romania under the Communist regime, and is known for secretly voicing over thousands of banned movie titles on VHS tapes smuggled in from the West in the four years between 1985 and the revolution. She was reckeoned to be the 2nd most famous voice in Romania after the Communist leader Nicolae Ceaușescu. In a basement with two TVs, a VCR, and a microphone, she voiced four to six films a night, from Doctor Zhivago to cartoons her children watched. Though distribution was handled by her recruiter, Teodor Zamfir, her Romanian-language voice overs spread across the country, reaching crowded living rooms where families gathered around rare VHS players. These films offered Romanians a forbidden glimpse of life beyond the Iron Curtain—stories free of ideology, filled with possibility and freedom. While her precise role in communism's fall is immeasurable, Nistor's voice became one of defiance, opening a window to the wider world and inspiring hope under Ceaușescu's repressive regime. Related episodes: Childhood Memories of the 1989 Romanian Revolution https://pod.fo/e/2d696e Cold War, Warm Hearts – Hitchhiking behind the 1960s Iron Curtain https://pod.fo/e/2098ae A Childhood under the eye of the Secret Police https://pod.fo/e/a4730 My life laid bare through secret police files https://pod.fo/e/12e45f A Hungarian childhood in Cold War Romania https://pod.fo/e/1190aa Escaping from Cold War Romania https://pod.fo/e/11ad63 Emanuela – a Cold War Romanian Childhood https://pod.fo/e/f0376 Reporting the 1989 Romanian Revolution https://pod.fo/e/1ea8c Episode extras ⁠ ⁠⁠⁠https://coldwarconversations.com/episode419/⁠ The fight to preserve Cold War history continues and via a simple monthly donation, you will give me the ammunition to continue to preserve Cold War history. You'll become part of our community, get ad-free episodes, and get a sought-after CWC coaster as a thank you and you'll bask in the warm glow of knowing you are helping to preserve Cold War history. Just go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://coldwarconversations.com/donate/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ If a monthly contribution is not your cup of tea, we welcome one-off donations via the same link. Find the ideal gift for the Cold War enthusiast in your life! Just go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://coldwarconversations.com/store/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on BlueSky ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://bsky.app/profile/coldwarpod.bsky.social⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on Threads ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.threads.net/@coldwarconversations⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Follow us on Twitter ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://twitter.com/ColdWarPod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Facebook ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/groups/coldwarpod/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Instagram ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/coldwarconversations/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Youtube ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://youtube.com/@ColdWarConversations⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Love history? Join Intohistory ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://intohistory.com/coldwarpod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Die Älteren unter euch werden den Hit "Emanuela" von Fettes Brot bestimmt noch kennen (wenn nicht, googeln)?!? Wenn ja, kennt ihr auch die Liedzeile "Lass die Finger von Emanuela". Streicht das Wort "Emanuela" und ihr habt schon fast den gesamten Inhalt unserer heutigen Folge vor eurem geistigen Auge. Denn eine Woche vor Saisonbeginn geht es heute natürlich um... FANTASY FOOTBALL! Zusammen mit unserem Kommentatorenkollegen Mario Rieker, seines Zeichens Gewinner der ENDZN-Fantasy-League, schauen wir auf Spieler, die man unbedingt picken sollte, bei denen ein zweiter, dritter oder vierter Blick definitiv lohnenswert sein könnte und natürlich auch auf Spieler, bei denen es heißt: "Lass die Finger von..." (Aus rechtlichen Gründen muss hier in Großbuchstaben stehen: ALLES NATÜRLICH OHNE GEWÄHR. Und "Gewähr" mit "ä" und nicht mit "e"!) Dann gibt es ja auch noch frohe Kunde aus dem Hause Kelce-Swift oder Swift-Kecle oder wie auch immer. Es läuten die Hochzeitsglocken und gleichzeitig die Alarmglocken. Kann Travis auch bei Fantasy nochmal seinen Value zeigen oder ist er im Hauptberuf jetzt doch nur noch "Swiftie"? Die Auflösung gibts in dieser Ausgabe. Und die wirklich richtige, verlässliche Auflösung dann im Februar 2026.

Claire de Mézerville López is joined by co-host, Professor Emanuela Biffi, for the “Powerful Intersection Between Restorative Justice and Art” podcast series, a special initiative by the IIRP together with the European Forum for Restorative Justice (EFRJ). Art has the unique ability to connect and facilitate dialogue, making it a powerful tool in restorative justice practices. Throughout the series, we examine how artists from different disciplines and cultural backgrounds use their creative expression to foster communication, build empathy, and potentially repair harm. Each episode highlights a different aspect of this intersection, featuring conversations with artists who have contributed to restorative justice  We are joined by Dr. Clair Aldington as she discusses her research on integrating visual and movement-based languages into the restorative justice process. She co-founded Space to Face, an award-winning charity in Scotland, emphasizing how creative expression can facilitate healing dialogues and trauma articulation. Discover how Dr. Aldington's work extends beyond verbal communication, using art as a catalyst for emotional connections and solidarity between individuals involved in conflict. She reflects on pivotal moments where art objects symbolized reconciliation and inspired lasting change in both victims and offenders. Her research challenges traditional Western practices by advocating for more inclusive, visually oriented approaches to restorative justice. Dr. Aldington has authored several academic articles and book chapters regarding her practice and research. She is the co-founder of the award-winning Space2face restorative practices and arts charity in Shetland, Scotland, and a co-facilitator of an international restorative circle group, the Encounter of the Encounters, in cases of political violence. Her work has pioneered the use of art and design approaches within restorative practices. Specifically, how creative approaches can aid dialogue and the articulation of trauma, particularly in cases of serious crime, thereby improving the accessibility of restorative processes. Dr. Aldington holds a doctorate in Design and Restorative Justice and a master's in Contemporary Art and Music. She is a freelance researcher and practitioner with over twenty years of experience in the field of restorative practices. Dr. Aldington is a keynote speaker at the upcoming 2025 IIRP World Conference, Artful Integration: Exploring the Art and Science of Restorative Practices. Emanuela is the program coordinator at the EFRJ, an international network organization that brings together about 300 members dedicated to research, policy, and practice of restorative justice in the criminal justice system and beyond.  She joined the EFRJ team in September 2013, working as a project officer in different EU-funded projects on access to restorative justice, justice and security in intercultural settings, restorative justice training, child victims, and arts. Among other responsibilities at the EFRJ, she organizes its main international events (conferences, seminars, webinars, and art festival), coordinates proposals for EU-funded and other projects, and guides the overall management of working groups and committees within the EFRJ membership. Originally from Italy, Emanuela studied Liberal Arts at the University College Maastricht (The Netherlands) and University of Gaborone (Botswana) with a focus on social psychology and criminal law and the Master program in Criminology at KU Leuven (Belgium). Tune in to explore the challenges and rewards of training artists and facilitators in restorative practices. By highlighting the potential of creative mediums to bridge cultural and linguistic divides, we uncover universal avenues for healing and understanding.

Emanuela Valentini vuole scendere nell'abisso della mente umana. In TuttoLibri di Liliana Russo: "Morte di un dio"

La rassegna di oggi, martedì 22 luglio, è a cura di Angela GennaroLa morte di Emanuela Ruggeri e il suo ritrovamento al Mandrione: la notizia e le indagini sono su tutti i giornali;Andromeda figlia di Kaufman: la conferma del Dna (su, tra l'altro, Messaggero e Repubblica);Caso Sula, la richiesta: a giudizio anche la mamma di Samson (dal Corriere della Sera);No alla sospensione del chirurgo-pugile: sul Fatto Quotidiano le motivazioni;Banda del buco in azione;Sul Messaggero le apertire degli asili nido (convenzionati) sarebbero a rischio - e a che punto è il restyling delle scuole;RomaToday racconta della discarica con affaccio sugli ulivi;E Gualtieri, si sa, lavora per il bis (sul manifesto)Sveja è un progetto di comunicazione indipendente, sostenuto da Periferiacapitale, il programma per Roma della Fondazione Charlemagne. Ringraziamo inoltre l'Associazione A Sud che ci mette a disposizione i propri spazi per le riunioni di redazione.La sigla di Sveja è di Mattia Carratello.A domani con Lorenzo BoffaFoto Flickr

Il giallo di Emanuela Ruggeri, ritrovata senza vita a Roma: ma qualosa non tornaUna settimana di silenzio, poi la terribile scoperta. La 32enne scomparsa da giorni è stata rinvenuta tra le sterpaglie. Le indagini sono aperte su ogni ipotesi#cronaca #emanuelaruggeri #scomparseitalia #fattidicronaca #misteriitaliani #gialliitaliani #ultimenotizie

Prima il macabro ritrovamento da parte di un passante, poi il giallo sull'identità, infine la verità. E' di Emanuela Ruggeri, 32 anni, il corpo ritrovato ieri sera a Roma tra le sterpaglie, all'altezza del civico 385 di via del Mandrione.

"Rassegna Stramba" con Luca Cavallero. Ospiti: Antonello Valentini, Emanuela Gamba (La Repubblica).

"Rassegna Stramba" con Luca Cavallero. Ospiti: Antonello Valentini, Emanuela Gamba (La Repubblica).

Suivez des Meurtres et du Vin sur Instagram https://www.instagram.com/desmeurtresetduvin_lepodcast/C'était un jour d'été au Vatican, Emanuela se rend à son cours de musique et doit rentrer chez elle juste après pour manger les pizzas qu'elle a demandé à sa mère.Mais Emanuela ne reviendra jamais. Alors que s'est-il réellement passé? Le saura-t-on un jour?entre théories abracadabrantes et témoignages incroyables, la famille d'Emanuela recherche toujours la vérité à ce jour.Et pour cet enregistrement sponsorisé par LES OBRIÈRES, nous allons goûter à la bouteille "Les Fringuants"100 % Viognier, blanc sec et aromatique – 12 % vol – 15 € HTUn Viognier pur, vinifié naturellement, non filtré. Au nez, des fruits à chair jaune et des fleurs sauvages? Jolies notes de poire Williams ; en bouche, une légère  tension et beaucoup de fraîcheur. Parfait pour les journées chaudes et les soirées légères. A déguster avec des poissons blancs façon cévichés aux agrumes par exemple ou en grillade, des entrées végétales (asperges) ou de belles salades composées estivales, fonctionne très bien avec le fromage de brebis. Bref, un déliceAlors Cheers!

Pensi che moda e scienze siano due opposti che non si attraggono? Non è così! "Scienza con stile" esplora il mondo della scienza a contatto con la moda per scoprire come i due mondi collaborano e si influenzano a vicenda. Nel primo episodio entreremo nella collezione Magnetic Motion della stilista Iris Van Herpen ispirata al CERN.

“Tutta La Juve che Vuoi” con Dario Ghiringhelli e Emanuela Fulgori. Ospiti: Paolo Ottaviano ((Fanta Coach), Stefano Dentice (Frammenti Bianconeri) Jacopo Desiderio (JLand).

Emanuela Bernascone"Brioches a colazione"Robin Edizioniwww.robinedizioni.itUn'amicizia che resiste alla prova del tempo: Alice, Francesca e Raffaella sono legate da più di vent'anni di risate, confidenze e sfide quotidiane. Si muovono tra Torino, Milano, Parigi, New York e Siviglia con la certezza di un legame indistruttibile, ma il destino ha in serbo per ognuna di loro una svolta inaspettata. Ciascuna, a modo suo, dovrà fare i conti con un passato che ha lasciato cicatrici profonde, affrontando traumi irrisolti, tradimenti, silenzi, separazioni e perdite. Ma nei momenti più difficili, quando il mondo intorno a loro cambierà drasticamente, potranno contare l'una sull'altra, traendo da questa solidarietà la forza necessaria a costruirsi un futuro diverso da quello che avevano immaginato. Tra tensioni emotive e momenti di leggerezza, alla fine quel che conta è il legame indissolubile che le tre amiche condividono, ciò che dà un senso al tutto.https://emanuelabernascone.com/Emanuela Bernascone è giornalista pubblicista e lavora nella comunicazione da più di due decadi. Inizialmente Capo Ufficio Stampa della Fondazione Italiana per la Fotografia, da quando, nel 2005, ha fondato la propria agenzia collabora con autorevoli realtà pubbliche e private in Italia e tiene corsi di comunicazione presso diversi enti.Il suo primo romanzo "Malta bastarda" è stato pubblicato nel 2021 dalla casa editrice ExCogita.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.

Pietro Orlandi, in vista del 42esimo tragico anniversario della scomparsa di sua sorella Emanuela (22 giugno 1983), ha lanciato un appello al nuovo Papa Leone XIV attraverso Radio Cusano Campus, intervenendo alla trasmissione ‘La Storia Oscura' e dicendo: “Spero che il nuovo Pontefice, all'Angelus di domenica 22 giugno, voglia rivolgere un pensiero a Emanuela.

Buongiorno e buon lunedì dalla redazione di Mainstreaming, inizia oggi la settimana dedicata al Pride!

Ne vem, kakšna bo letošnja slovesnost ob prazniku Dneva državnosti. Ne vem, če bo spet prevladala ideja, da mora umetniška svoboda zakriti vse znake domoljubja in narodnega ponosa, a ne bo niti enega otroškega zbora ki bi pel naše narodne pesmi, kaj šele tisoč otrok, ki bi peli Mi se imamo radi. Zato naj vsaj na ostalih praznovanjih, kjer ne bo delitve ljudi na tiste na pravi strani in ostale, odmevajo iz vsega grla in srca naše lepe domoljubne pesmi, naj budijo ponos v srcih vseh Slovencev. In naj se našim otrokom pokaže, kako smo hvaležni, da živimo prav v tej domovini in smo člani prav tega naroda, ki pa bo preživel tudi sedanje zgodovinske viharje le, če bo ohranil svoj slovensko dušo in slovensko srce.Hvala Slovenija, radi te imamo!Komentar je pripravila sestra Emanuela Žerdin, redovnica kongregacije Frančiškank brezmadežnega spočetja.

Ne vem, kakšna bo letošnja slovesnost ob prazniku Dneva državnosti. Ne vem, če bo spet prevladala ideja, da mora umetniška svoboda zakriti vse znake domoljubja in narodnega ponosa, a ne bo niti enega otroškega zbora ki bi pel naše narodne pesmi, kaj šele tisoč otrok, ki bi peli Mi se imamo radi. Zato naj vsaj na ostalih praznovanjih, kjer ne bo delitve ljudi na tiste na pravi strani in ostale, odmevajo iz vsega grla in srca naše lepe domoljubne pesmi, naj budijo ponos v srcih vseh Slovencev. In naj se našim otrokom pokaže, kako smo hvaležni, da živimo prav v tej domovini in smo člani prav tega naroda, ki pa bo preživel tudi sedanje zgodovinske viharje le, če bo ohranil svoj slovensko dušo in slovensko srce.Hvala Slovenija, radi te imamo!Komentar je pripravila sestra Emanuela Žerdin, redovnica kongregacije Frančiškank brezmadežnega spočetja.

Do you wish you could tell stories that have the power to transform your audience AND your bank account?In today's episode, Emanuela share's 4 tips that will help you attract, connect with, and convert your audience with storytelling. Whether you're an entrepreneur, speaker, or leader, this episode illuminates simple yet effective techniques anyone can infuse into their storytelling that are a sure to drive more conversions. IT'S HERE!! It's time to ditch the stress and stand out in 30 seconds

Carmen Consoli ce lo disse tanto tempo fa ma è stato nell'epoca dei social che il termine "narcisista" è diventato di uso comune, nel bene e nel male. Ci aiuta a fare un pò di chiarezza la Dott.ssa Emanuela PapaSeguici su IG :⁠⁠ Il Podcast del Disagio⁠⁠ e sul ⁠⁠Tubo del Disagio⁠⁠ Il podcast del disagio è condotto e ideato da ⁠⁠Vee Tridente ⁠⁠Co-host e editing ⁠⁠Francesca Faralli ⁠⁠Sigla di ⁠⁠Mattia Ceci

When 15-year-old Emanuela Orlandi failed to come home after her music lesson on a hot summer day in Rome, her family immediately knew something was wrong. Fear grew to absolute dread when a man known only as "The American" claimed to have abducted Emanuela and threatened to kill her unless a captive terrorist was released in exchange for the girl. When the deadline for release came and went and Emanuela's body was not found, investigators had a renewed sense of hope that perhaps the teenager was still alive. The dark theories that have surrounded Emanuela's vanishing in the more than forty years since she went missing have many people wondering if all is as it seems in Rome. Could the ones meant to help be the very ones responsible for her disappearance?    Chapters: 00:00 Welcome to the Dark Oak 05:15 Emanuela Orlandi 01:08:10 The Brand of Hope - JED Foundation Sources: Vatican Girl: The Disappearance of Emanuela Orlandi. (2017). https://www.netflix.com/title/81117191   Join The Dark Oak Discussion: Patreon The Dark Oak Podcast Website Facebook Instagram Twitter TikTok Youtube This episode of The Dark Oak was created, researched, written, recorded, hosted, edited, published, and marketed by Cynthia and Stefanie of Just Us Gals Productions with artwork by Justyse Himes and Music by Ryan Creep    

Building a business is tough enough. Imagine adding doubt from those around you.

Nivå: A2-B1 Idag pratar vi om begreppet härskartekniker. Det är några olika tekniker för att dominera och manipulera andra människor till underkastelse. Ofta händer det på ett diskret sätt. Men om man har lärt sig om det här blir det mycket lättare att identifiera! Har du blivit utsatt för härskartekniker någon gång?  -------------------- Länk till Language Gym - Träna dig till flytande svenska med 100+ konversationslektioner i månaden Klicka här för att bli patron för bara 5€ per månad och få transkript till alla avsnitt  -------------------- Transkript   Hallå hallå och välkommen till Simple Swedish Podcast. Ja, idag ska vi prata om ett intressant ämne och det är härskartekniker. Vad är härskartekniker? Det här är ett psykologiskt begrepp och det handlar om manipulation. Först innan vi börjar ska jag tacka några nya patrons. Det är Erdem, Yurdagül, Michal, Veronika, och Emanuela. Så tack till er för att ni stödjer podden och om det finns någon annan som vill bli patron så kostar det bara 5 euro per månad och då får man transkript till alla avsnitt. Alla, ja, nu är det 277 avsnitt som man får tillgång till när man är patron och stödjer den här podden. Och det är speciellt bra kanske för dig som fortfarande tycker att det är lite svårt att följa med i det som jag säger. Då är det perfekt med transkript och ett bra sätt att använda det på är att först lyssna bara och försöka förstå så mycket som möjligt bara genom att lyssna. Och sen studera transkriptet och se till så att man förstår det mesta och sen lyssna igen. För då kommer du förstå mycket, mycket mer. Så gå till patreon.com/swedishlinguist och bli patron. Så, det var det. Så nu ska vi prata om härskartekniker. Okej, så vad är härskartekniker? Så härskartekniker, det är olika sätt som människor använder ibland för att manipulera och för att få makt över andra människor och ofta utan att det märks så tydligt. Så man vill helst göra det lite diskret så att folk kanske inte riktigt märker det.   ....för resten av transkriptet klicka här!

Claire de Mézerville López welcomes Emanuela Biffi from the European Forum for Restorative Justice (EFRJ) to the Restorative Works! Podcast.  Join us as Emanuela shares how the EFRJ is fostering a vibrant global restorative justice community through international events, training programs, and innovative initiatives like the REstART Art Festival.  EFRJ's events go beyond traditional conferences to create spaces for meaningful dialogue, cross-disciplinary collaboration, and artistic expression. From biannual conferences and thematic seminars to workshops and public art events, Emanuela discusses the intentionality behind gathering restorative practitioners, scholars, policymakers, and artists to strengthen the global movement.  Emanuela is the program coordinator at the EFRJ, an international network organization that brings together about 300 members dedicated to research, policy, and practice of restorative justice in the criminal justice system and beyond.  She joined the EFRJ team in September 2013, working as a project officer in different EU-funded projects on access to restorative justice, justice and security in intercultural settings, restorative justice training, child victims, and arts. Among other responsibilities at the EFRJ, she organizes its main international events (conferences, seminars, webinars, and art festival), coordinates proposals for EU-funded and other projects, and guides the overall management of working groups and committees within the EFRJ membership. Originally from Italy, Emanuela studied Liberal Arts at the University College Maastricht (The Netherlands) and University of Gaborone (Botswana) with a focus on social psychology and criminal law and the Master program in Criminology at KU Leuven (Belgium).  Tune in to hear how restorative justice continues to evolve, respond to societal challenges, and bring communities together. Learn more about their Call for Proposals and submit your proposal by June 1, 2025!

Entrevistamos a Emanuela Prieto, Gerente de Desarrollo de Negocios de Conectados.ai, un portal de empleos que utiliza inteligencia artificial para facilitar la búsqueda de empleo. Emanuela explicó que la plataforma permite a los candidatos registrarse fácilmente mediante la integración de cuentas de LinkedIn y Google, y ofrece un análisis de compatibilidad con las vacantes disponibles. Se destacó la importancia de que los solicitantes cuantifiquen sus logros y optimicen sus currículums, así como la necesidad de que los empleadores presenten sus vacantes de manera atractiva.Además, se abordaron las capacidades de la plataforma para ayudar a las empresas a optimizar la publicación de vacantes y se identificaron tendencias en el mercado laboral, como el aumento de vacantes en contabilidad y la preferencia por modalidades presenciales en Panamá. Prieto también subrayó la importancia de capacitar a los equipos de recursos humanos en el uso de estas herramientas para mejorar la eficiencia en el proceso de selección, y se mencionó la receptividad positiva de candidatos y clientes hacia la plataforma.#RRHH #IA #PANAMA #VIDADIGITAL

Die dreiköpfige Hamburger Band Fettes Brot zählt zu den legendärsten deutschen Hip-Hop-Gruppen überhaupt. Jetzt feiert ihr Album "Am Wasser gebaut" Jubiläum. Nach etwas mehr als 30 Jahren Bandgeschichte haben König Boris, Doktor Renz und Björn Beton das Bandkapitel "Fettes Brot" im Jahr 2023 geschlossen. In ihrer Geschichte hat die Band neun Alben und diverse große Hits zur deutschen Hip-Hop- und Popgeschichte beigesteuert. Wir sprechen in dieser Meilensteine Folge über das fünfte Album des Trios "Am Wasser gebaut". 2005 haben Fettes Brot ihr Album "Am Wasser gebaut" herausgebracht. Neben gewohnten Gute-Laune- und Feiersongs gibt es auch auf dem fünften Album der Brote nachdenkliche und sozialkritische Stücke, wie zum Beispiel den Song "An Tagen wie diesen". SWR1 Musikredakteurin Nina Waßmundt beschreibt den musikalisch und textlichen Mix in der Musik von Fettes Brot als "Partymusik mit Haltung". Denn auch wenn ihre Musik zum Nachdenken anregt und soziale und gesellschaftliche Probleme anspricht, soll die Musik von Fettes Brot auch Spaß machen, erklärt sie weiter. "Mit diesem Album schaffen sie die perfekte Mischung", erklärt SWR1 Musikredakteur Stephan Fahrig. Sie verarbeiten gesellschaftskritische Themen und sie grenzen sich ab zu anderen Hip-Hop- und Rapgruppen und auch von homophobem, sexistischem und frauenfeindlichem Rap. Auch mit Anfang 30 hatten Fettes Brot durchaus noch "spätpubertäre Themen" auf ihrem Album, so bezeichnet es zumindest Meilensteine Host Frank König, als sie im Podcast zu "Am Wasser gebaut" über den größten Hit des Albums "Emanuela" sprechen. Ein Song über die unerwiderte Liebe der Traumfrau. Der Song schaffte es 2005 in den Jahres-Singlecharts fast bis in die Top 10 bei uns in Deutschland. Anders als "Yasmin" vom Album, ist "Emanuela" schon eher als Partyhymne angelegt, erklärt SWR1 Musikredakteurin Nina Waßmundt den Unterschied zu den beiden Songs auf dem Album, die einen Frauennamen im Titel tragen. Mit ihrem Song "An Tagen wie diesen" zeigen Fettes Brot schon 2005, wie Weltlage auf Alltag trifft und wir von großen Krisen und Tragödien erfahren, während wir vielleicht gerade bei so alltäglichen Dingen sind wie beim Wocheneinkauf. Auch 20 Jahre später sind genau diese Situationen noch sehr aktuell und sogar durch das Smartphone, Social Media und Co. noch intensiver als früher – Krisen und Alltag passieren gleichzeitig. Und so regt dieser Song auch im Meilensteine Podcast nochmal die Diskussion um verantwortungsvollen und konstruktiven Journalismus an. Wenn wir uns die Liste der Songs anschauen, die auf dem Album "Am Wasser gebaut" sind, fällt auf, dass es auf der ganzen Platte keinen Song mit dem Albumtitel gibt. Für ein Hip-Hop- oder Popalbum ist das schon eher ungewöhnlich. Dennoch passt der Albumtitel unglaublich gut zur Platte, sagt SWR1 Musikredakteurin Nina Waßmundt. Zum einen bezieht sich der Titel natürlich auf die Heimat von Fettes Brot. Alle drei Bandmitglieder kommen aus Hamburg bzw. der näheren Umgebung von Hamburg und damit auch direkt von der Elbe, einem der größten und bekanntesten Flüsse Deutschlands. Damit waren sie auch nur unweit entfernt von der Nordsee. Fettes Brot mischen auf "Am Wasser gebaut" viele unterschiedliche Musikrichtungen wie zum Beispiel Soul. Eine Musikrichtung, die für ihre Emotionalität bekannt ist. Nina Waßmundt beschreibt es im Podcast so: "Der (Album)Titel ist auch ein Hinweis auf das, was inhaltlich auf dem Album passiert [...]. "Am Wasser gebaut" kündigt eben an: Vorsicht, jetzt wird's emotional!" __________ Über diese Songs vom Album "Am Wasser Gebaut" wird im Podcast gesprochen: (21:34) – "Emanuela"(31:35) – "Soll das alles sein?"(37:07) – "Kuba"(43:29) – "An Tagen wie diesen"(54:56) – "Die meisten meiner Feinde"(57:55) – "Falsche Entscheidungen"__________ Alle Shownotes und weiterführenden Links zur Folge: https://1.ard.de/fettes-brot-am-wasser-gebaut __________ Ihr wollt mehr Podcasts wie diesen? Abonniert die SWR1 Meilensteine! Fragen, Kritik, Anregungen? Meldet euch gerne per WhatsApp-Sprachnachricht an die (06131) 92 93 94 95 oder schreibt uns an meilensteine@swr.de

Perrault Uptmor of William & Mary, and Dr. Emanuela Gionfriddo of SUNY at Buffalo. Kate and Emanuela are both returning guests of the pod (see episodes 2 and 14), and joined us on-site at the Boston Convention Center to reflect on what we saw and heard at Pittcon 2025. In a wide-ranging conversation, we touch on a variety of aspects of the Pittcon experience, including networking opportunities, award sessions recognizing both early-career scientists and achievements over lifetimes, and of course trends in various areas as observed from the numerous technical sessions and talks. Several notable award sessions honoring great work in separation science included: ● ACS Division of Analytical Chemistry Young Investigator in Separation Science - awarded to Prof. Xiao Su of the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign ● Pittcon Analytical Chemistry Award - awarded to Prof. Dan Armstrong of the University of Texas at Arlington ● LCGC Emerging Leader Award - awarded to Prof. Katelynn Perrault Uptmor of William & Mary ● LCGC Lifetime Achievement Award - awarded to Christopher Pohl of CAP Chromatography and Consulting ● Chromatography Forum of the Delaware Valley Dal Nogare Award - awarded to Terry Berger Some of the trends discussed during the episode include developments in the use of machine learning and artificial intelligence tools in our field, multi-dimensional separations, green chemistry, and more!

Nella vicenda di Emanuela Orlandi siamo ormai nel 2005 quando una telefonata anonima giunge alla redazione del programma "Chi la visto l'ha visto" ed introduce la figura di Enrico De Pedis, sepolto a Sant'Apollinare Poi arriverà Sabrina Minardi, sedicente ex cdel De Pedis che dichiarerà che la Orlandi era stata tenuta prigioniera dal De Pedis su commissione di Monsignor Marcinkus. La presenza di don Vergari dovrebbe essere utile a spiegare la sepoltura dell'ex banda della Magliana, ma la questione si complica. ISCRIVITI AL CANALE: https://www.youtube.com/@italiamistero?sub_confirmation=1 ùVuoi approfondire? Vai alle seguenti playlist su Youtube: Oppure vai alla pagina di italiamistero.it: #italiamistero #orlandi #depedis

Emanuela Griglié, Guido Romeo"Maschiocrazia"Perché il potere ha un genere solo (e come cambiare)Prefazione di Marta CartabiaCodice Edizioniwww.codiceedizioni.itL'avanzata della parità di genere non è tutta propaganda, ma non si può parlare di cambiamento senza interrogare il potere, e l'Italia su questo è oggi un laboratorio al quale tutti guardano con attenzione. Esempi di un nuovo modello più inclusivo ed equilibrato, in politica come in economia, esistono, ma le resistenze sono molte e non scontate, e il potere femminile è ancora ben lontano dall'essere consolidato e strutturato in una rete influente e capillare. Il problema è che siamo tutti – sì, anche le donne e i ragazzi più o meno fluidi della GenZ – molto più maschilisti e conservatori di quanto siamo disposti ad ammettere. E il girl power è diventato spesso un fenomeno talmente mainstream che rischia di essere un sottoprodotto di quella maschiocrazia – o per usare una parola tornata di recente molto in auge: patriarcato – dove le donne, preso il potere, non agiscono diversamente dai loro predecessori maschi. Attraverso dati, interviste (a Roberta Metsola, Kaja Kallas, Vera Gheno e molte altre), ricerche scientifiche e cronaca recente, Maschiocrazia è la fotografia lucida e provocatoria di una mutazione epocale che la società contemporanea sta affrontando, e svela un quadro più complesso della semplice discriminazione di genere.«Siamo insomma destinati a non cambiare? Noi non abbiamo perso la speranza perché, come ci ha fatto notare Agnese Pini, una delle poche direttrici di quotidiani in Italia, storicamente le discontinuità arrivano dalla periferia del sistema, con numeri che inizialmente sembrano sempre esigui. E i segnali per avere speranza sono reali.»Prefazione di Marta CartabiaEmanuela GrigliéGiornalista, scrive per “La Stampa” e “Repubblica Salute” principalmente di innovazione, cultura digitale e scienza. Collabora su temi di costume e società con “Harper's Bazaar” ed “Esquire”, ed è stata editor su argomenti di attualità per “Vogue” e “L'Uomo Vogue”. In precedenza ha scritto per “Italia Oggi” e “Il Mondo”, e ha fatto parte del team che ha creato e lanciato “City”, primo free press italiano del gruppo Rizzoli-Corriere della Sera.Guido RomeoGiornalista, scrive per “Il Sole 24 Ore” di economia e digitale. È stato responsabile per il business e l'innovazione di “Wired”, e il suo lavoro ha ottenuto riconoscimenti in Italia e all'estero. È autore, insieme a Ernesto Belisario, di Silenzi di Stato. Storie di trasparenza negata e di cittadini che non si arrendono (Chiarelettere, 2016).IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.

Quem pesquisa sobre políticas públicas com as lentes feministas ou acompanha o ativismo feminista transnacional com certeza já ouviu falar em transversalização de gênero, mas final o que é isso? Qual a origem dessa estratégia? E como implementá-la? Essas e outras questões são respondidas em nosso mais novo episódio da linha de breves introduções incendiadas. Para aprofundar o estudo: BANDEIRA, Lourdes. Fortalecimento da Secretaria Especial de Políticas para as Mulheres: avançar na transversalidade da perspectiva de Gênero nas Políticas Públicas. Brasília: SPM; CEPAL, 2005. CAGLAR, Gülay. Gender Mainstreaming. Politics & Gender, v. 9, n. 3, p. 336–344, set. 2013. HANKIVSKY, Olena. Gender vs. Diversity Mainstreaming: A Preliminary Examination of the Role and Transformative Potential of Feminist Theory. Canadian Journal of Political Science/Revue canadienne de science politique, v. 38, n. 4, p. 977–1001, dez. 2005. LOMBARDO, Emanuela; MEIER, Petra. Gender Mainstreaming in the EU: Incorporating a Feminist Reading? European Journal of Women's Studies, v. 13, n. 2, p. 151–166, 1 maio 2006. LOMBARDO, Emanuela; MEIER, Petra; VERLOO, Mieke (Org.). The discursive politics of gender equality: stretching, bending and policymaking. London; New York: Routledge, 2012. MATOS, Marlise; PARADIS, Clarisse. Los feminismos latinoamericanos y su compleja relación con el Estado: Debates actuales. Iconos. Revista de ciencias sociales, n. 45, p. 91–107, 2013. MOSER, Caroline; MOSER, Annalise. Gender mainstreaming since Beijing: A review of success and limitations in international institutions. Gender & Development, v. 13, n. 2, p. 11–22, 1 jul. 2005. OECD. OECD Toolkit for Mainstreaming and Implementing Gender Equality: implementing the 2015 OECD Recommendation on Gender Equality in Public Life. Paris: OECD Publishing, 2018 WALBY, Sylvia. Gender Mainstreaming: Productive Tensions in Theory and Practice. Social Politics: International Studies in Gender, State & Society, v. 12, n. 3, p. 321–343, 1 out. 2005.

Emanuela Fogliadini"Il sacrificio di Abramo"Nell'arte dei tre monoteismiFrançoi BœspflugAncora Editricewww.ancoralibri.itEbraismo, Cristianesimo e Islam hanno in comune il patriarca Abramo, ritenuto il loro comune fondatore: la sua incondizionata obbedienza a Dio è celebrata come valore decisivo di quelli che sono giustamente chiamati «i tre monoteismi abramitici». Questa obbedienza quasi sovrumana del patriarca ebbe il suo apice quando Abramo dimostrò di essere pronto a sacrificare il proprio figlio e offrirlo in olocausto, poiché Dio, come riporta il capitolo 22 del libro della Genesi, gli aveva chiesto di farlo. Il Corano narra il medesimo episodio nella sura 37, in cui è il padre a raccontare al figlio la richiesta di Dio di sacrificarlo. Tutti e tre i monoteismi concordano sul fatto che un angelo fermò in extremis l'atto letale di Abramo, che aveva dimostrato un'assoluta obbedienza al comando divino.Ognuna delle tre religioni ha celebrato questo momento fondante della fede in Dio, assegnando a questo episodio della vita di Abramo un posto speciale nella pratica religiosa e spirituale e un'ampia eco nell'arte. È questo patrimonio artistico comune che è presentato e analizzato in questo libro per la prima volta nella storia degli studi su questo episodio.François Bœspflug, teologo, storico dell'arte e storico delle religioni, è professore emerito dell'Università di Strasburgo. È stato editore letterario per le Éditions du Cerf, titolare della Chaire du Louvre nel 2010 e della Cattedra Benedetto XVI a Ratisbona nel 2013.Le sue numerose pubblicazioni si focalizzano sulla storia delle religioni e la rappresentazione del divino. Tra le più recenti, Le immagini di Dio. Una storia dell'Eterno nell'arte (2012) per Einaudi; Il pensiero delle immagini (2013) per Qiqajon; Gesù tra i Dottori nell'arte (2023) e Gesù e i discepoli di Emmaus nell'arte (2024) per Pazzini Editore.Sulla vita di Cristo, con Emanuela Fogliadini: La Natività di Cristo nell'arte d'Oriente e d'Occidente (2016), La Fuga in Egitto nell'arte d'Oriente e d'Occidente (2017), La Risurrezione di Cristo nell'arte d'Oriente e d'Occidente (2019), L'Annunciazione nell'arte d'Oriente e d'Occidente (2020), Il Natale nell'arte (2020), Il Battesimo di Cristo nell'arte (2021) per Jaca Book.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.

Emanuela Trevisan Semi's Taamrat Emmanuel: An Ethiopian Jewish Intellectual, Between Colonized and Colonizers (Centro Primo Levi, 2018) is an insightful biographical study of a key figure among Ethiopian Jews of the early 20th Century. Taamrat Emmanuel was profoundly fascinated by European Jewish culture, by Western thought, and by Italy's language and customs. …His free spirit, his independence and critical thinking, his suspicion of power, his sarcasm, and his irony flowered and were nurtured during his years in Italy as a young man. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

Emanuela Trevisan Semi's Taamrat Emmanuel: An Ethiopian Jewish Intellectual, Between Colonized and Colonizers (Centro Primo Levi, 2018) is an insightful biographical study of a key figure among Ethiopian Jews of the early 20th Century. Taamrat Emmanuel was profoundly fascinated by European Jewish culture, by Western thought, and by Italy's language and customs. …His free spirit, his independence and critical thinking, his suspicion of power, his sarcasm, and his irony flowered and were nurtured during his years in Italy as a young man. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/history

Emanuela Trevisan Semi's Taamrat Emmanuel: An Ethiopian Jewish Intellectual, Between Colonized and Colonizers (Centro Primo Levi, 2018) is an insightful biographical study of a key figure among Ethiopian Jews of the early 20th Century. Taamrat Emmanuel was profoundly fascinated by European Jewish culture, by Western thought, and by Italy's language and customs. …His free spirit, his independence and critical thinking, his suspicion of power, his sarcasm, and his irony flowered and were nurtured during his years in Italy as a young man. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/jewish-studies

Emanuela Trevisan Semi's Taamrat Emmanuel: An Ethiopian Jewish Intellectual, Between Colonized and Colonizers (Centro Primo Levi, 2018) is an insightful biographical study of a key figure among Ethiopian Jews of the early 20th Century. Taamrat Emmanuel was profoundly fascinated by European Jewish culture, by Western thought, and by Italy's language and customs. …His free spirit, his independence and critical thinking, his suspicion of power, his sarcasm, and his irony flowered and were nurtured during his years in Italy as a young man. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/african-studies

Emanuela Trevisan Semi's Taamrat Emmanuel: An Ethiopian Jewish Intellectual, Between Colonized and Colonizers (Centro Primo Levi, 2018) is an insightful biographical study of a key figure among Ethiopian Jews of the early 20th Century. Taamrat Emmanuel was profoundly fascinated by European Jewish culture, by Western thought, and by Italy's language and customs. …His free spirit, his independence and critical thinking, his suspicion of power, his sarcasm, and his irony flowered and were nurtured during his years in Italy as a young man. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/biography

Emanuela Trevisan Semi's Taamrat Emmanuel: An Ethiopian Jewish Intellectual, Between Colonized and Colonizers (Centro Primo Levi, 2018) is an insightful biographical study of a key figure among Ethiopian Jews of the early 20th Century. Taamrat Emmanuel was profoundly fascinated by European Jewish culture, by Western thought, and by Italy's language and customs. …His free spirit, his independence and critical thinking, his suspicion of power, his sarcasm, and his irony flowered and were nurtured during his years in Italy as a young man. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/italian-studies

Philosophy has traditionally associated the feminine with matter, implying passivity. Why? And to what ends?In our previous episode on materialism (Season 6, Episode 83), we came to see that in more recent years, two, often related, forms of materialism have been developed: “new materialism” and feminist materialism. New materialism tends toward a philosophical reflection on advances in science, particularly neuro-science and biology, but feminist materialism is not so easy to define, as it takes many forms. There is, however, one unique issue that feminist materialists must contend with: the way that the tradition of philosophy in the West has associated "the feminine" with "matter" and contrasted matter with form, reason, and structure, evidencing yet another way in which the masculine has been privileged throughout the history of philosophy in the global North and West. This week, we are joined by Dr. Emanuela Bianchi (Associate Professor of Comparative Literature, NYU), expert in ancient philosophy and feminist philosophy, to find out what's the matter with "matter"?Full episode notes available at this link:https://hotelbarpodcast.com/podcast/episode-154-troubling-feminist-materialism-with-emmanuala-bianchi-------------------If you enjoy Hotel Bar Sessions podcast, please be sure to subscribe and submit a rating/review! Better yet, you can support this podcast by signing up to be one of our Patrons at patreon.com/hotelbarsessions!Follow us on Twitter/X @hotelbarpodcast, on Facebook, on TikTok, and subscribe to our YouTube channel! 

She is Vatican City's only missing person case. Fifteen-year-old Emanuela Orlandi was a typical teenage girl, until she went missing on June 22nd, 1983, and her disappearance was tied to theories of secrets within the Vatican, to international espionage, and to the Italian mafia. But why Emanuela? Who knew the truth behind her disappearance? And what secret was someone willing to go to every extreme to keep?I urge you to view the docuseries Vatican Girl, which provides much needed insights from Emanuela's family and others involved in the case. If you are interested in bonus content for our show or in getting some Coffee and Cases swag, please consider joining Patreon. There are various levels to fit your needs, all of which can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/coffeeandcases

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