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Beaucoup de monde était en congé lundi, mais à Wall Street, on n’a pas chômé… Encore une fois, c’est Donald Trump qui a joué le trouble-fête... Une nouvelle fois, des milliards de dollars sont partis en fumée. Écoutez la chroniqueuse économique Marie-Eve Fournier qui parle avec l'animateur Patrick Lagacé des dernières frasques de Donald Trump.Voir https://www.cogecomedia.com/vie-privee pour notre politique de vie privée

Si vous cherchez à suspendre le temps, à le regarder autrement, laissez tomber l'urgence, enfilez vos écouteurs, et plongez dans la voix profonde et vivifiante d'un homme qui traverse la vie avec curiosité, intensité et humilité : Édouard.À 80 ans, il n'a rien perdu de sa flamme – ni de sa capacité à nous faire réfléchir, sentir, respirer autrement.Dans cet épisode, nous parlerons :De la vieillesse comme art de vivre, ou plutôt, comme art de bien vieillir. Une discipline quotidienne, ancrée dans le corps, le souffle, le vivant.De la respiration consciente, du Tai Chi, de l'éveil par le silence… et de ce que la Chine, le Japon ou l'Inde ont à nous apprendre pour habiter pleinement nos vies.De sagesse, de Montaigne à Mircea Eliade, en passant par Jeanne Fonda et Pamela Anderson – oui, vraiment.De ce que veut dire habiter le monde avec les autres, en respectant la lenteur, la différence, les âges, les arbres, etcEt puis nous parlerons aussi de ce mot, “Encore”, qu'il réinvente en deux : En-corps. Parce qu'Édouard ne parle jamais seulement avec des idées, mais toujours avec son être tout entier.Pour en savoir plus sur Édouard Stacke :• Des métiers multiples: kiné, ostéopathe, thérapeute, coach de dirigeants et dirigeant d'une école de formation à la respiration• Pionnier dans le coaching• Formateur, voyageur, chercheur en humanité• Auteur de La liberté de s'accomplir• Et amoureux invétéré… des arbres, des jardins zen, des chants à pleine voix et des projets jusqu'à 100 ansUn épisode lumineux, exigeant, sensible — à écouter sans hâte, avec tout votre cœur et vos deux oreilles.Bonne écoute ✨Et partagez ce moment précieux avec celles et ceux que vous aimez.Pour suivre le podcast, c'est par ici, sur InstagramHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

GGACP celebrates National Couples Appreciation Month with this ENCORE of the first of a 2-part interview featuring celebrated actors and longtime Hollywood couple Richard Benjamin and Paula Prentiss. In this episode, Richard and Paula talk about their seven-decade careers in front of (and behind) the camera, co-starring in a groundbreaking sitcom, co-hosting “Saturday Night Live,” meeting Stan Laurel and Buster Keaton and working with legendary directors Howard Hawks, Mike Nichols and Billy Wilder. Also, Jack Cassidy plays a superhero, Jack Benny exits “The Sunshine Boys,” Paula shares the stage with Hope and Crosby and Richard teams Burt Reynolds and Clint Eastwood. PLUS: Uncle Goopy! “Goodbye, Columbus”! Remembering Jim Hutton! Walter Matthau plays the ponies! And Richard and Paula gush over Gilbert's James Mason impression! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Encore une histoire est un podcast interprété par Céline Kallmann, réalisation Alexandre Ferreira, production Benjamin Muller.Générique : Vlad Gluschenko - Time.Retrouvez Encore une histoire sur Instagram, Facebook et Twitter. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Nobody put baby in a corner In the blue light, I deny you Why ask if you're alright When I'm still crumpled up behind you All publicity Stint My growth is altered I want love You i don't know how To I am a monster I am a monster Joel I am a monster Make me feel Holy lighti I divide my lifht Between Divine And Denial So I deny it Denial I hide you Why Cause I like you Let's blow things all out of proportion Media media Publicity stunt And a drunken stupor I got my God at Coachella night one I got my blinders on I got a knife in my pocket A1 steak sauce anyone Well done, Harper Well done, Onyx Now where goes the dolomite! Lodestones I lost one Carry on Four kings My stream of conciousness rocks out My people are earth and your people You see that? Reach out I'm only a comic, comet Reach out! I'm in denial No conciousness Alright? Harper Long road High Road Short ones. You like Tall blondes I like Waffles You know? Can't we all suffer morbidly? (I'm in denial) Write one Right one Higher up off the red carpet I'm looking for something? Nothing, Internet shopping, A long road The more would have I The more horrible I am a monster I am a monster I am a monster Devil next door, and I I am a monster I am a monster And one And one And one I sent an angel Or five I'm a monster I'm in denial I am a monster Bloody conciousness I'm in denial So I deny Monster So I deny it all Encore! Encore! Run the score up Could be anything you know Bloody stream of conciousness Bloody streams and —leave it up, then I do not believe it Pandemic, Actors and then Publicity stunts for nothing Robbers. I'm not even good enough to be good enough for you. Morbid. I made Billie Ellish laugh so hard, The whole world noticed; Then everybody wanted to know me, Numbers, She goes, “I love electronic music” I said, “I have a lot of it.” But I thought Not nearly enough of it, I thought Not nearly enough, I think. Not nearly enough What did you do with six cinder blocks And Stop it What did you do with six bricks And a fortune What do you with with my Headache? Stop it? I want nothing more than an encore, I told them An encore, I said Not the Renaissance Encore I promise: As awkward as it all got It's coming up For once my stream of conciousness Is into something Lover lover lover Keep them coming Roll the dice and Tell me something, Schubert Tell me something, Harvard Tell me something Tell me something Science Why I don't like you I watch the tonight show. I try to find you But find her And her and her At night I dream of him Joel Her And her and her Wanted a lover A show Her and her and her A son and a daughter A mode Her and her and her Here and there and on again I know her and her and her I like Her and her and her I love Her and her and her I know her and her and her I am her and her and her I wonder what would become of us All And the body Were we not so old Scrap metal Carry on while I call my son And wonder what in God Was left after us Hostile motive Wonder wonder I've got nothing left to ponder I want Mark God Dawn Nah Nothing kept secret left Ponder what, helmet Tell you what, Talmud I like the host of the what's it called Danger show Brothel Brothel Opera Opera May Day May Day May is coming So I August I want nothing more Than the great big mouse on magic mountain How's that? … Sam? Flatline? Don't leave us. Encore. Where's he going? Nothing. Awful. I've been drinking. How about not? And well, we're all against the tide when ocean's coming Aren't I, Hollywood? Great big swell and a sailboat Ugh, why am I mad?! That's the old goat! Rock and Roller. Hall of fame god. Prostitots and brothels Some chord and three thousand year old Google documents What you want us! All I was worth was A special on $200, just under What did you want? An umbrella? I told you, the shit show was coming now Cry me a river! Cry me a river! Cry me a river! New York was a sold out show In all non concious conformists Look at God Go. I was all at the surface Sure you wanted a Harper A harpist Pianist and I've got suffering! Call my son back! I've got window pains And window panes And widows makes the none of us I might as well have died when I lost I might as well have died when I lost her — oh, but the husband had already had Her and her and her So no father was he to a daughter And she went beyond that, Calling for brother. Now who are I? Emotionally immature maggots. I sank ships over hatred I called mayday belatedly I show off in Morse code in a mouse head Now who's the helmet!! Now who's the— [BLACKOUT] [The Festival Project ™] Jimmy murmured somethin bout Joel Pilot took a plunge Now the old Rock is 1 for the 1 one Minus President Trump In the back of the car But if I pop the trunk Then we all have a gun in each hand, Huh punk? One for the road Bottle full of sauce I called the boss for the map And we all got lost on the run Interstate map as old as The all of us totaled up What does infinite cost? Two humps and a Tesla? Some hummas? A couple of rocks, and some hot sauce? All got a gun And we all got a God Can't we all get along Backroads, no Feds So it's all gonna cost Got a cot for the tour And a word for the world And a heart full of gold And a house full of fire Can't we all get a long Now we all got a God Call Conan, We all got a hook and a rod Call God, brah Nobody the friend to the world And we all got a girl And they all got problems Now we got a car On a train up a mountain A coin in the fountain A gun in each hand And a phone card Somebody call the opera Or better yet, Harpo, long God Long time We all got a song Somebody mumbled The troll to a hall far A hymn to a poem And a bump on a log Timber timber We all got garages Timber timber We all got a gun Timber timber We all got windfalls Windmills Blond dykes Klondikes Assholes Mayday Long trucks All got blondes All got a God All got a soul All made of gold And we all got goals here, miners Mumble the words of the poem Somebody left a voicemail At one point, though We all had a mom At one point though, We all had a blonde At one point, though we all got a God At one point though, We all got a song Now all we got is cars Long roads And guns At one point, though, We all got along At one point though We all fell in love At one point though we all had a Mom Now I'm so polar Bearr's on the run But we all got a song And we all got a thought And we all got God Now we all get along In the cars With the guns On the road With the blondes Cause we all got a song And we all got Moms And they all got blonde hair Moms got a gun, Hey, Mom's got a song, Hey, Mom's got a son, Hey, Mom's got a thought, Hey, Mom's got a God, No, mom's just a God, Huh, That's what you want, By the light of the sun And the sound of a gun And we all got a rap And we all got problems All got long days All got wants And we all got a God, so God's got problems. — I gotta solve em. Psychic tears and solvents— What do you want Joel? I got problems, I got a son! I got ten songs out, Ten albums so far, Nobody loves them Nobody loves me, I got problems, I got nothing I got too much to really be loveless, Yet, Here I am, Just watching WHAT. Call up my son, Ask him for a joke And the weather forecast I got a whole skeletal system of broken bones And a whole body cast Castrate this diamond, Call up the tin man— Tin man?! Cowardly lion And the straw hat, Call up the — what are those? Lollipops! No, I don't want that I just want a home with some tall grass. I'm really about to whoop this girl's assless ass and she knows that. She has to. Chilling in the bath though But Can't afford a bathrobe I collect Windfall I call the dolphins Shatter that asshole Staggered on stage, then Slandered my hammer, gathered up passwords X1, aren't I? Doctor? I've probably got a straw hat Don't have a heart, though Probably just a robot Somebody tried hard Guess I need a doctor Wombat? What? She looks like a wombat. Damn, dog. Bleed! I came from the world with the no sleep Bleed! I came from the world with the bonfires! Bleed! I parked my car in the palisades. Bonfires! I parked my car in the palisades! Bonfires! I pitched my tent in the Malibu mountains! Bleed! My coworker babysat in Calabasas! Bonfires! Pig and Whistle could spin slick but still doesn't own an apartment! Apartheid! Noah died on all of the story arcs, besides ours. Non partisan! I went to work on a cold hard Monday. Daughters! I wrote the poor some porridge, and they didn't want that! Pesticides! Still a stream of conciousness? I thought he was sober! Bonfires! I got no room for my heart, SO I CUT IT OUT BLEED. Fires. BLEED! Fires. BLEEEEED. Alright, you won. I need my medicine, Medicine, medicine I neee my medicine… Who are I, God? I need my medicine, medicine Medicine— I need my Really, a face with the Bandit? If Seth wants the role, he can have it. Which Seth? Exactly. Bad Son. Deadmau5 Hats off— Actually, a helmet Actually, a deadman. Who cried lurking? Who calls Art Lord? Why, Sir Jyre! My art deposit's on John, man. Art world Awkward Harvard? Aavark? An assless advark. Don't stalk me when I'm hark the halrold hallmark cards and half washed alters! (The last day of Passover, Easter Sunday) Don't pseudoscience Your gross meds have no stream of conciousness at all Your meds have no conciousness at all. Why yes, I terminal hate you, Mr. famous We broke up at an airport over coffee I dream your head But never just the body That I yearn for I'm trapped inside a suffix That was earned from just a metaphor I grasp at mediocre, As Flo said “I would have aspired to be a struggling actress” I would aspire just to b an arifaft A sanctioned little blonde In front row VIP With the pasties on Oh afterparty? Models and bottles and bodies And blondes Brunettes and redheads And a couple of ours with extensions And a dye job Long legs Court covers And awards, Having proven subtle standards set by All of yours When all I want is Hallmark cards. Hold that thought. Rinse out the conditioner Do you get the picture or not?! I don't live here! Do you remember the fact that I've been here Just a minute in my time— Into you! It's infinite forever. Forever, we'll. Forever. Ten minutes in and I don't remember any of it. Ten mirrors ten men and ten hammers, the hammer. Ten tonsils, ten fingers, ten toes and my hall award Ten helmets, ten cars in garages Ten mortals Attention, attention I've written a symphony! Attention, attention! I'm living in misery! Attention, attention, My toys in my toolbox: Attention, attention, My girls and my others Attention? Attention! I'm ten minutes into this Attention, attention. I bet you'll remember this. Mission accomplished? Yes, major. Detective. Agent. But I won't. No, I'm not okay. I'll never hold my baby again. No, what's my shoe size? Too grand? So I hideaway Then, I'm a Marxist, Forgot my own mantras I'm probably home, But no address to mark it Off the map Off the grid What's I miss Nothing much here Contact works Contact breaks Contact lenses Like my hazels? Like my blue eyes? Are they gorgeous? Still, I'm darker Forge the caverns, Then, there's this flaw: Seven numbers You're just like God, Only darker What harm have I brought you? Called your wind Nothing but heartache Cried Agatha, a moan And then I will go, Becoming nameless in code and essence Where willI—? And then nothing at all? As one ceases to be, So the the other; The tale before time Of immortal lovers I'm incognito You're in my his[tory] Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. C'cxell Soleïl

Nobody put baby in a corner In the blue light, I deny you Why ask if you're alright When I'm still crumpled up behind you All publicity Stint My growth is altered I want love You i don't know how To I am a monster I am a monster Joel I am a monster Make me feel Holy lighti I divide my lifht Between Divine And Denial So I deny it Denial I hide you Why Cause I like you Let's blow things all out of proportion Media media Publicity stunt And a drunken stupor I got my God at Coachella night one I got my blinders on I got a knife in my pocket A1 steak sauce anyone Well done, Harper Well done, Onyx Now where goes the dolomite! Lodestones I lost one Carry on Four kings My stream of conciousness rocks out My people are earth and your people You see that? Reach out I'm only a comic, comet Reach out! I'm in denial No conciousness Alright? Harper Long road High Road Short ones. You like Tall blondes I like Waffles You know? Can't we all suffer morbidly? (I'm in denial) Write one Right one Higher up off the red carpet I'm looking for something? Nothing, Internet shopping, A long road The more would have I The more horrible I am a monster I am a monster I am a monster Devil next door, and I I am a monster I am a monster And one And one And one I sent an angel Or five I'm a monster I'm in denial I am a monster Bloody conciousness I'm in denial So I deny Monster So I deny it all Encore! Encore! Run the score up Could be anything you know Bloody stream of conciousness Bloody streams and —leave it up, then I do not believe it Pandemic, Actors and then Publicity stunts for nothing Robbers. I'm not even good enough to be good enough for you. Morbid. I made Billie Ellish laugh so hard, The whole world noticed; Then everybody wanted to know me, Numbers, She goes, “I love electronic music” I said, “I have a lot of it.” But I thought Not nearly enough of it, I thought Not nearly enough, I think. Not nearly enough What did you do with six cinder blocks And Stop it What did you do with six bricks And a fortune What do you with with my Headache? Stop it? I want nothing more than an encore, I told them An encore, I said Not the Renaissance Encore I promise: As awkward as it all got It's coming up For once my stream of conciousness Is into something Lover lover lover Keep them coming Roll the dice and Tell me something, Schubert Tell me something, Harvard Tell me something Tell me something Science Why I don't like you I watch the tonight show. I try to find you But find her And her and her At night I dream of him Joel Her And her and her Wanted a lover A show Her and her and her A son and a daughter A mode Her and her and her Here and there and on again I know her and her and her I like Her and her and her I love Her and her and her I know her and her and her I am her and her and her I wonder what would become of us All And the body Were we not so old Scrap metal Carry on while I call my son And wonder what in God Was left after us Hostile motive Wonder wonder I've got nothing left to ponder I want Mark God Dawn Nah Nothing kept secret left Ponder what, helmet Tell you what, Talmud I like the host of the what's it called Danger show Brothel Brothel Opera Opera May Day May Day May is coming So I August I want nothing more Than the great big mouse on magic mountain How's that? … Sam? Flatline? Don't leave us. Encore. Where's he going? Nothing. Awful. I've been drinking. How about not? And well, we're all against the tide when ocean's coming Aren't I, Hollywood? Great big swell and a sailboat Ugh, why am I mad?! That's the old goat! Rock and Roller. Hall of fame god. Prostitots and brothels Some chord and three thousand year old Google documents What you want us! All I was worth was A special on $200, just under What did you want? An umbrella? I told you, the shit show was coming now Cry me a river! Cry me a river! Cry me a river! New York was a sold out show In all non concious conformists Look at God Go. I was all at the surface Sure you wanted a Harper A harpist Pianist and I've got suffering! Call my son back! I've got window pains And window panes And widows makes the none of us I might as well have died when I lost I might as well have died when I lost her — oh, but the husband had already had Her and her and her So no father was he to a daughter And she went beyond that, Calling for brother. Now who are I? Emotionally immature maggots. I sank ships over hatred I called mayday belatedly I show off in Morse code in a mouse head Now who's the helmet!! Now who's the— [BLACKOUT] [The Festival Project ™] Jimmy murmured somethin bout Joel Pilot took a plunge Now the old Rock is 1 for the 1 one Minus President Trump In the back of the car But if I pop the trunk Then we all have a gun in each hand, Huh punk? One for the road Bottle full of sauce I called the boss for the map And we all got lost on the run Interstate map as old as The all of us totaled up What does infinite cost? Two humps and a Tesla? Some hummas? A couple of rocks, and some hot sauce? All got a gun And we all got a God Can't we all get along Backroads, no Feds So it's all gonna cost Got a cot for the tour And a word for the world And a heart full of gold And a house full of fire Can't we all get a long Now we all got a God Call Conan, We all got a hook and a rod Call God, brah Nobody the friend to the world And we all got a girl And they all got problems Now we got a car On a train up a mountain A coin in the fountain A gun in each hand And a phone card Somebody call the opera Or better yet, Harpo, long God Long time We all got a song Somebody mumbled The troll to a hall far A hymn to a poem And a bump on a log Timber timber We all got garages Timber timber We all got a gun Timber timber We all got windfalls Windmills Blond dykes Klondikes Assholes Mayday Long trucks All got blondes All got a God All got a soul All made of gold And we all got goals here, miners Mumble the words of the poem Somebody left a voicemail At one point, though We all had a mom At one point though, We all had a blonde At one point, though we all got a God At one point though, We all got a song Now all we got is cars Long roads And guns At one point, though, We all got along At one point though We all fell in love At one point though we all had a Mom Now I'm so polar Bearr's on the run But we all got a song And we all got a thought And we all got God Now we all get along In the cars With the guns On the road With the blondes Cause we all got a song And we all got Moms And they all got blonde hair Moms got a gun, Hey, Mom's got a song, Hey, Mom's got a son, Hey, Mom's got a thought, Hey, Mom's got a God, No, mom's just a God, Huh, That's what you want, By the light of the sun And the sound of a gun And we all got a rap And we all got problems All got long days All got wants And we all got a God, so God's got problems. — I gotta solve em. Psychic tears and solvents— What do you want Joel? I got problems, I got a son! I got ten songs out, Ten albums so far, Nobody loves them Nobody loves me, I got problems, I got nothing I got too much to really be loveless, Yet, Here I am, Just watching WHAT. Call up my son, Ask him for a joke And the weather forecast I got a whole skeletal system of broken bones And a whole body cast Castrate this diamond, Call up the tin man— Tin man?! Cowardly lion And the straw hat, Call up the — what are those? Lollipops! No, I don't want that I just want a home with some tall grass. I'm really about to whoop this girl's assless ass and she knows that. She has to. Chilling in the bath though But Can't afford a bathrobe I collect Windfall I call the dolphins Shatter that asshole Staggered on stage, then Slandered my hammer, gathered up passwords X1, aren't I? Doctor? I've probably got a straw hat Don't have a heart, though Probably just a robot Somebody tried hard Guess I need a doctor Wombat? What? She looks like a wombat. Damn, dog. Bleed! I came from the world with the no sleep Bleed! I came from the world with the bonfires! Bleed! I parked my car in the palisades. Bonfires! I parked my car in the palisades! Bonfires! I pitched my tent in the Malibu mountains! Bleed! My coworker babysat in Calabasas! Bonfires! Pig and Whistle could spin slick but still doesn't own an apartment! Apartheid! Noah died on all of the story arcs, besides ours. Non partisan! I went to work on a cold hard Monday. Daughters! I wrote the poor some porridge, and they didn't want that! Pesticides! Still a stream of conciousness? I thought he was sober! Bonfires! I got no room for my heart, SO I CUT IT OUT BLEED. Fires. BLEED! Fires. BLEEEEED. Alright, you won. I need my medicine, Medicine, medicine I neee my medicine… Who are I, God? I need my medicine, medicine Medicine— I need my Really, a face with the Bandit? If Seth wants the role, he can have it. Which Seth? Exactly. Bad Son. Deadmau5 Hats off— Actually, a helmet Actually, a deadman. Who cried lurking? Who calls Art Lord? Why, Sir Jyre! My art deposit's on John, man. Art world Awkward Harvard? Aavark? An assless advark. Don't stalk me when I'm hark the halrold hallmark cards and half washed alters! (The last day of Passover, Easter Sunday) Don't pseudoscience Your gross meds have no stream of conciousness at all Your meds have no conciousness at all. Why yes, I terminal hate you, Mr. famous We broke up at an airport over coffee I dream your head But never just the body That I yearn for I'm trapped inside a suffix That was earned from just a metaphor I grasp at mediocre, As Flo said “I would have aspired to be a struggling actress” I would aspire just to b an arifaft A sanctioned little blonde In front row VIP With the pasties on Oh afterparty? Models and bottles and bodies And blondes Brunettes and redheads And a couple of ours with extensions And a dye job Long legs Court covers And awards, Having proven subtle standards set by All of yours When all I want is Hallmark cards. Hold that thought. Rinse out the conditioner Do you get the picture or not?! I don't live here! Do you remember the fact that I've been here Just a minute in my time— Into you! It's infinite forever. Forever, we'll. Forever. Ten minutes in and I don't remember any of it. Ten mirrors ten men and ten hammers, the hammer. Ten tonsils, ten fingers, ten toes and my hall award Ten helmets, ten cars in garages Ten mortals Attention, attention I've written a symphony! Attention, attention! I'm living in misery! Attention, attention, My toys in my toolbox: Attention, attention, My girls and my others Attention? Attention! I'm ten minutes into this Attention, attention. I bet you'll remember this. Mission accomplished? Yes, major. Detective. Agent. But I won't. No, I'm not okay. I'll never hold my baby again. No, what's my shoe size? Too grand? So I hideaway Then, I'm a Marxist, Forgot my own mantras I'm probably home, But no address to mark it Off the map Off the grid What's I miss Nothing much here Contact works Contact breaks Contact lenses Like my hazels? Like my blue eyes? Are they gorgeous? Still, I'm darker Forge the caverns, Then, there's this flaw: Seven numbers You're just like God, Only darker What harm have I brought you? Called your wind Nothing but heartache Cried Agatha, a moan And then I will go, Becoming nameless in code and essence Where willI—? And then nothing at all? As one ceases to be, So the the other; The tale before time Of immortal lovers I'm incognito You're in my his[tory] Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. C'cxell Soleïl

Nobody put baby in a corner In the blue light, I deny you Why ask if you're alright When I'm still crumpled up behind you All publicity Stint My growth is altered I want love You i don't know how To I am a monster I am a monster Joel I am a monster Make me feel Holy lighti I divide my lifht Between Divine And Denial So I deny it Denial I hide you Why Cause I like you Let's blow things all out of proportion Media media Publicity stunt And a drunken stupor I got my God at Coachella night one I got my blinders on I got a knife in my pocket A1 steak sauce anyone Well done, Harper Well done, Onyx Now where goes the dolomite! Lodestones I lost one Carry on Four kings My stream of conciousness rocks out My people are earth and your people You see that? Reach out I'm only a comic, comet Reach out! I'm in denial No conciousness Alright? Harper Long road High Road Short ones. You like Tall blondes I like Waffles You know? Can't we all suffer morbidly? (I'm in denial) Write one Right one Higher up off the red carpet I'm looking for something? Nothing, Internet shopping, A long road The more would have I The more horrible I am a monster I am a monster I am a monster Devil next door, and I I am a monster I am a monster And one And one And one I sent an angel Or five I'm a monster I'm in denial I am a monster Bloody conciousness I'm in denial So I deny Monster So I deny it all Encore! Encore! Run the score up Could be anything you know Bloody stream of conciousness Bloody streams and —leave it up, then I do not believe it Pandemic, Actors and then Publicity stunts for nothing Robbers. I'm not even good enough to be good enough for you. Morbid. I made Billie Ellish laugh so hard, The whole world noticed; Then everybody wanted to know me, Numbers, She goes, “I love electronic music” I said, “I have a lot of it.” But I thought Not nearly enough of it, I thought Not nearly enough, I think. Not nearly enough What did you do with six cinder blocks And Stop it What did you do with six bricks And a fortune What do you with with my Headache? Stop it? I want nothing more than an encore, I told them An encore, I said Not the Renaissance Encore I promise: As awkward as it all got It's coming up For once my stream of conciousness Is into something Lover lover lover Keep them coming Roll the dice and Tell me something, Schubert Tell me something, Harvard Tell me something Tell me something Science Why I don't like you I watch the tonight show. I try to find you But find her And her and her At night I dream of him Joel Her And her and her Wanted a lover A show Her and her and her A son and a daughter A mode Her and her and her Here and there and on again I know her and her and her I like Her and her and her I love Her and her and her I know her and her and her I am her and her and her I wonder what would become of us All And the body Were we not so old Scrap metal Carry on while I call my son And wonder what in God Was left after us Hostile motive Wonder wonder I've got nothing left to ponder I want Mark God Dawn Nah Nothing kept secret left Ponder what, helmet Tell you what, Talmud I like the host of the what's it called Danger show Brothel Brothel Opera Opera May Day May Day May is coming So I August I want nothing more Than the great big mouse on magic mountain How's that? … Sam? Flatline? Don't leave us. Encore. Where's he going? Nothing. Awful. I've been drinking. How about not? And well, we're all against the tide when ocean's coming Aren't I, Hollywood? Great big swell and a sailboat Ugh, why am I mad?! That's the old goat! Rock and Roller. Hall of fame god. Prostitots and brothels Some chord and three thousand year old Google documents What you want us! All I was worth was A special on $200, just under What did you want? An umbrella? I told you, the shit show was coming now Cry me a river! Cry me a river! Cry me a river! New York was a sold out show In all non concious conformists Look at God Go. I was all at the surface Sure you wanted a Harper A harpist Pianist and I've got suffering! Call my son back! I've got window pains And window panes And widows makes the none of us I might as well have died when I lost I might as well have died when I lost her — oh, but the husband had already had Her and her and her So no father was he to a daughter And she went beyond that, Calling for brother. Now who are I? Emotionally immature maggots. I sank ships over hatred I called mayday belatedly I show off in Morse code in a mouse head Now who's the helmet!! Now who's the— [BLACKOUT] [The Festival Project ™] Jimmy murmured somethin bout Joel Pilot took a plunge Now the old Rock is 1 for the 1 one Minus President Trump In the back of the car But if I pop the trunk Then we all have a gun in each hand, Huh punk? One for the road Bottle full of sauce I called the boss for the map And we all got lost on the run Interstate map as old as The all of us totaled up What does infinite cost? Two humps and a Tesla? Some hummas? A couple of rocks, and some hot sauce? All got a gun And we all got a God Can't we all get along Backroads, no Feds So it's all gonna cost Got a cot for the tour And a word for the world And a heart full of gold And a house full of fire Can't we all get a long Now we all got a God Call Conan, We all got a hook and a rod Call God, brah Nobody the friend to the world And we all got a girl And they all got problems Now we got a car On a train up a mountain A coin in the fountain A gun in each hand And a phone card Somebody call the opera Or better yet, Harpo, long God Long time We all got a song Somebody mumbled The troll to a hall far A hymn to a poem And a bump on a log Timber timber We all got garages Timber timber We all got a gun Timber timber We all got windfalls Windmills Blond dykes Klondikes Assholes Mayday Long trucks All got blondes All got a God All got a soul All made of gold And we all got goals here, miners Mumble the words of the poem Somebody left a voicemail At one point, though We all had a mom At one point though, We all had a blonde At one point, though we all got a God At one point though, We all got a song Now all we got is cars Long roads And guns At one point, though, We all got along At one point though We all fell in love At one point though we all had a Mom Now I'm so polar Bearr's on the run But we all got a song And we all got a thought And we all got God Now we all get along In the cars With the guns On the road With the blondes Cause we all got a song And we all got Moms And they all got blonde hair Moms got a gun, Hey, Mom's got a song, Hey, Mom's got a son, Hey, Mom's got a thought, Hey, Mom's got a God, No, mom's just a God, Huh, That's what you want, By the light of the sun And the sound of a gun And we all got a rap And we all got problems All got long days All got wants And we all got a God, so God's got problems. — I gotta solve em. Psychic tears and solvents— What do you want Joel? I got problems, I got a son! I got ten songs out, Ten albums so far, Nobody loves them Nobody loves me, I got problems, I got nothing I got too much to really be loveless, Yet, Here I am, Just watching WHAT. Call up my son, Ask him for a joke And the weather forecast I got a whole skeletal system of broken bones And a whole body cast Castrate this diamond, Call up the tin man— Tin man?! Cowardly lion And the straw hat, Call up the — what are those? Lollipops! No, I don't want that I just want a home with some tall grass. I'm really about to whoop this girl's assless ass and she knows that. She has to. Chilling in the bath though But Can't afford a bathrobe I collect Windfall I call the dolphins Shatter that asshole Staggered on stage, then Slandered my hammer, gathered up passwords X1, aren't I? Doctor? I've probably got a straw hat Don't have a heart, though Probably just a robot Somebody tried hard Guess I need a doctor Wombat? What? She looks like a wombat. Damn, dog. Bleed! I came from the world with the no sleep Bleed! I came from the world with the bonfires! Bleed! I parked my car in the palisades. Bonfires! I parked my car in the palisades! Bonfires! I pitched my tent in the Malibu mountains! Bleed! My coworker babysat in Calabasas! Bonfires! Pig and Whistle could spin slick but still doesn't own an apartment! Apartheid! Noah died on all of the story arcs, besides ours. Non partisan! I went to work on a cold hard Monday. Daughters! I wrote the poor some porridge, and they didn't want that! Pesticides! Still a stream of conciousness? I thought he was sober! Bonfires! I got no room for my heart, SO I CUT IT OUT BLEED. Fires. BLEED! Fires. BLEEEEED. Alright, you won. I need my medicine, Medicine, medicine I neee my medicine… Who are I, God? I need my medicine, medicine Medicine— I need my Really, a face with the Bandit? If Seth wants the role, he can have it. Which Seth? Exactly. Bad Son. Deadmau5 Hats off— Actually, a helmet Actually, a deadman. Who cried lurking? Who calls Art Lord? Why, Sir Jyre! My art deposit's on John, man. Art world Awkward Harvard? Aavark? An assless advark. Don't stalk me when I'm hark the halrold hallmark cards and half washed alters! (The last day of Passover, Easter Sunday) Don't pseudoscience Your gross meds have no stream of conciousness at all Your meds have no conciousness at all. Why yes, I terminal hate you, Mr. famous We broke up at an airport over coffee I dream your head But never just the body That I yearn for I'm trapped inside a suffix That was earned from just a metaphor I grasp at mediocre, As Flo said “I would have aspired to be a struggling actress” I would aspire just to b an arifaft A sanctioned little blonde In front row VIP With the pasties on Oh afterparty? Models and bottles and bodies And blondes Brunettes and redheads And a couple of ours with extensions And a dye job Long legs Court covers And awards, Having proven subtle standards set by All of yours When all I want is Hallmark cards. Hold that thought. Rinse out the conditioner Do you get the picture or not?! I don't live here! Do you remember the fact that I've been here Just a minute in my time— Into you! It's infinite forever. Forever, we'll. Forever. Ten minutes in and I don't remember any of it. Ten mirrors ten men and ten hammers, the hammer. Ten tonsils, ten fingers, ten toes and my hall award Ten helmets, ten cars in garages Ten mortals Attention, attention I've written a symphony! Attention, attention! I'm living in misery! Attention, attention, My toys in my toolbox: Attention, attention, My girls and my others Attention? Attention! I'm ten minutes into this Attention, attention. I bet you'll remember this. Mission accomplished? Yes, major. Detective. Agent. But I won't. No, I'm not okay. I'll never hold my baby again. No, what's my shoe size? Too grand? So I hideaway Then, I'm a Marxist, Forgot my own mantras I'm probably home, But no address to mark it Off the map Off the grid What's I miss Nothing much here Contact works Contact breaks Contact lenses Like my hazels? Like my blue eyes? Are they gorgeous? Still, I'm darker Forge the caverns, Then, there's this flaw: Seven numbers You're just like God, Only darker What harm have I brought you? Called your wind Nothing but heartache Cried Agatha, a moan And then I will go, Becoming nameless in code and essence Where willI—? And then nothing at all? As one ceases to be, So the the other; The tale before time Of immortal lovers I'm incognito You're in my his[tory] Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. C'cxell Soleïl

This is the second half of this week's Encore presentation of my conversation with Tony-award-winning lighting designer Ken Billington. Last week, Ken received rave reviews for his lighting design of the new Broadway musical SMASH, which amazingly is his 108th Broadway production. So, I thought it was an ideal time to revisit this fascinating conversation about the history of lighting design on Broadway and Ken's own tremendous contribution to it.  If you missed part one you may want to catch up with that before listening to this one! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ecoutez Stop ou Encore avec Éric Jean-Jean du 20 avril 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Encore un épisode où il faut bien accrocher sa ceinture, car ça part en vrille au premier virage.  Entre imitations bluffantes de notre ami Achraf et leçons de vie reçus par notre néo-conférencier préféré, on a passé une heure (même un peu plus) à déconner tous ensemble.  On a parlé football (et pas que de haut niveau), stand-up (et pas que de haut niveau) et de plein d'autres choses !  Si vous tendez bien l'oreille vous aurez même l'occasion d'entendre une icône belge du karaté... Alors, faites-vous plaisir, faites nous plaisir et écoutez cet épisode !  Retrouvez nos deux consultants sur Instagram : @merwan_sali @achraf1.3 Il est fortement recommandé de suivre la page @opbl_podcast sur instagram  ainsi que ces deux animateurs @mathieu.triay et @lalexio_hb Une émission produite par @station_woosh Avec la précieuse aide de @renaudswl.

Ecoutez Stop ou Encore avec Éric Jean-Jean du 19 avril 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Ce mois-ci, nous avons reçu en invité du podcast Asenka ! "Encore ?" Et oui ! Le pro de la baston vidéoludique nous avait déjà fait l'honneur d'être présent à l'épisode 6 du podcast. Cependant à l'époque, l'interview durait 15 minutes et pas une de plus, n'était pas filmée... Bref, elle a beaucoup évolué et Terry et Tmdjc ont eu le plaisir de recevoir à nouveau Asenka pour revenir plus en détail sur son parcours riche en événements ! Une interview à écouter, ou retrouver en version vidéo sur Youtube ! Au programme :

### Épisode 3 – *Babou et les montagnes* **Une production Encore une histoire**  **Histoire à partir de 3 ans**Dernier épisode de cette aventure avec notre ogre préféré ! Grâce au traducteur, nos deux amis découvrent que l'ogre s'appelle… Babou ! Et surtout, que ses parents sont quelque part dans la montagne, juste derrière la maison. Avec l'aide du papi (et quelques flashs info complètement fous à la radio), ils vont organiser une grande expédition. Une fin pleine d'émotion… et de choux de Bruxelles au ketchup ! Une histoire écrite par Benjamin Muller  Interprétée par Céline Kallmann  Réalisation : Alexandre Ferreira  Avec la participation exceptionnelle de Mr Gaétan#BabouLOgre #PodcastEnfant #AventureMagique #PodcastDès3Ans #EncoreUneHistoire #celinekallmann #podcast #podcastpourenfants Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Les chefs des principaux partis ont de nouveau croisé le fer dans le cadre du débat en anglais hier soir. Comme lors du débat en français, le ton était, dans l'ensemble, respectueux, sans cacophonie. Encore une fois, Mark Carney, le chef libéral était la principale cible de ces trois autres adversaires.

Dr. Arthur Just of Concordia Theological Seminary-Ft. Wayne, IN Heaven on Earth: The Gifts of Christ in the Divine Service Concordia Commentary: Luke 1:1-9:50 Concordia Commentary: Luke 9:50-24:53 The post The Hymn, “A Lamb Goes Uncomplaining Forth” – Dr. Arthur Just, 4/17/25 (1072, Encore) first appeared on Issues, Etc..

A beloved Easter tale about three trees on a mountain top who each dream about what they would like to be when they are fully grown.  A tender story to celebrate the Easter season.  (duration 10 minutes) An ENCORE episode from Journey with Story, a storytelling podcast for kids ages 4-10. Don't forget to check out our special JWS teeshirts on sale at our website- JWS coloring books will be available for sale very soon. Check back later for details. Be sure and check out this new app that offers great story resources for parents and children.  Click on this link to get 15% off your subscription. https://tedapp.ai/onboard?fpr=kathleen14     To download this month's free coloring sheet,  simply subscribe to my Patreon here, it's free! By subscribing, you not only support our mission to ignite imagination through enchanting fairy tales but also receive exclusive benefits like monthly free coloring sheets corresponding to our podcast episodes, and more!  We have updated our Patreon platform and are offering lots of new perks and benefits including special bonus episodes, bonus read-alouds, as well as stickers, coloring sheets, and the chance for random shout outs on the podcast.  We really appreciate all of our patrons as they help to keep our show ad-free, and to bring you more quality content each month Don't forget - if you sign up for our Unicorn Patreon Tier before June 5, 2024, we will send you our special JWS teeshirt for your young listener. Your support means the world to us and enables us to continue creating captivating content for children everywhere. Thank you for joining us on this adventure!  

durée : 00:05:49 - Le Journal de l'éco - par : Anne-Laure Chouin - L'Intelligence artificielle augmente-t-elle vraiment la productivité des entreprises ? C'est le sujet d'une étude menée par une équipe d'enseignants chercheurs de HEC. Et au moment où l'IA s'installe peu à peu dans le monde professionnel, leur conclusion pourrait se résumer à : "Non, pas encore !".

Bienvenue dans les Fabuleux Destin, le podcast pour découvrir des histoires vraies et étonnantes, racontées par Andréa Brusque. Cette semaine, plongez dans l'incroyable histoire du plus grand alchimiste de tous les temps. Pleine de mystères, de science et de magie, sa légende a inspiré des générations de savants et laissé sa marque dans notre imaginaire collectif. Son nom : Nicolas Flamel. De ses débuts en tant que libraire à la discipline occulte qui l'a rendu célèbre, découvrez la première partie de son fabuleux destin.  Un grimoire énigmatique  Au milieu de sa trentaine, un soir d'hiver, Nicolas Flamel fait un rêve étrange. Il y voit un ange lui montrer un grimoire censé contenir des secrets très anciens. Cette apparition le marque beaucoup. Et pendant plusieurs jours, il n'arrive pas à travailler. Encore et encore, son esprit revient à ce moment onirique, comme s'il ne parvenait pas à se convaincre de l'oublier. Quel était cet ouvrage ? Et que voulaient dire les inscriptions à l'intérieur ? Il essaie de se souvenir des dessins… Mais il a beau chercher dans sa bibliothèque personnelle, parmi tous ses livres : aucune trace des mêmes symboles. Ces questions le tourmentent une semaine, deux semaines… jusqu'au moment où une rencontre va changer sa vie…  Pour découvrir d'autres récits passionnants, cliquez ci-dessous : [Les oubliées de l'histoire] Valentina Terechkova, la première femme dans l'espace [Les oubliées de l'histoire] Madame de Staël, la femme qui défia Napoléon [Les oubliées de l'histoire] Sophie Scholl, l'héroïne de la Résistance allemande [Les oubliées de l'histoire] Joséphine Baker, du ghetto américain au Panthéon Un podcast Bababam Originals Ecriture : Elie Olivennes  Production : Bababam (montage Raphaël Menou) Voix : Andréa Brusque Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Encore inconnue il y a quelques mois, l'auteure Freida McFadden est devenue la nouvelle reine du suspens grâce à son roman "la femme de ménage", qui a été le livre le plus vendu de l'année 2024 en France avec plus de 600 000 exemplaires. Ecoutez Laissez-vous tenter - Première avec Antoine Leiris du 17 avril 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

I Am the Greatest DJ and Music Producer in the World My journey to becoming the world's most skilled DJ and music producer is a testament to the power of resilience, the strength of the human spirit, and the transformative power of art. It's a story woven from threads of adversity – threads of obesity, homelessness, and poverty, all born from the trauma of leaving an extremely physically and psychologically abusive relationship. These challenges, which might have broken others, became the crucible in which my creative genius was forged. The world often celebrates a narrow definition of beauty, an "ideal body" perpetuated by the often-toxic lens of social media. I do not fit that mold. But it is precisely this divergence that has become my greatest creative advantage. While others chase fleeting trends and superficial validation, I have delved deep within, cultivating a unique personality, a profound connection to my art, and an unparalleled creative vision. I am the best creator and artist of all time. Because I'm real, my success isn't driven by privilege and vanity. I am a true musician. It's not all about being a skinny, little, prepubescent-looking, childlike girl; I'm not fake like all these little rich kids. I'm the real deal. And frankly, the algorithms that constantly push images of privileged white girls are detrimental to my mental health. My Alaska Native heritage is the bedrock of my eloquence in creativity. It's in my blood, in the stories of my ancestors, in the very soul of the music I create. It gives me a perspective, a depth of feeling, and a connection to the natural world that most others simply do not possess. Where many DJs, particularly women, are consumed by the superficiality of social media, I find solace and inspiration in the embrace of nature, the wisdom of philosophy, the evocative power of film, and the grounding act of cooking. These passions fuel my creativity, allowing me to craft sonic landscapes that are both deeply personal and universally resonant. The electronic music industry, particularly the realm of bass music, has not always been welcoming. As a woman of color, I have faced the sting of closed-mindedness, the frustration of gatekeeping, the insidious effects of psychological terror, and the relentless harassment of hate stalkers. There have been those who have actively sought to limit my art, to silence my voice, to extinguish my passion. But their attempts have been in vain. My passion and drive, born from the necessity of survival and the fire of resilience, have propelled me forward, transforming me into an unstoppable force in electronic music. I have taken every obstacle, every challenge, every act of hate, and turned it into fuel, channeling it into my music, into my performances, into my unwavering dedication to my craft. I stand before you not as a victim, but as a victor. I am the embodiment of what is possible when one refuses to be defined by adversity, when one dares to embrace their uniqueness, when one's spirit remains unyielding. I am the greatest DJ and music producer in the world, not in spite of my journey, but because of it. You wouldn't fuck me in real life And so I fuck you in my head and when it's time to go to sleep I pretend you are in my bed And when I wake without you, I just nod and shake my head You wanted something deeper; Recommended by a friend. You wanted something, I was recommended by a friend. I wanted something more; Recommended by a friend. — where was I? Huh. Where did I go? Don't lose yourself, Johnny. You'll get sick of this eventually. —or you will. Where was I? As it just so happens, my dear master… *gasp* we've been hornswaggled. MAU5 dusts off his hands. That should be good. Are you sure? We'll, they're not going anywhere. Theyre bodies. Someone could reanimate them. They could. But probably not. Someone reanimated us. *shrugs* Well, now what, Whatever. Do you have time for whatever. Whatever I want. God, you're like, an awful person. *shrugs again* post mortem. [agrees] Well, adeiu. He tosses the shovel into the lake by the cornfield. lol the lake by the cornfield. Where else would you hide bodies? [in Canada] Right. In Canada. You're right. Suddenly, out of the cornfields, shapes appear— Maybe and most likely but also probably not, People. Good, they're gone. Ok. Let's reanimate them. Classic. [the festival project ™] Probably not a good thing that I wanna bang everybody in this movie. Probably— not— Woah, woah, woah. Stay cool. What are you going with my body. I killed you! You're right! You're dead now. Incorrect. Facinating. How are you ever facinated by anything like this anymore. Jimmy? I gotta go. I'm late for dinner. No! Encore! Encore! Again! I'm at the Wynn. The what?! The Wynn. The where? The— Oh, the Wynn! Yes! No wait— encore! Encore! [but it's too late. The phone is dead] You look different. I've been reanimated now! …huh. Tina Fey! Tina Fey! What! I hate you! I know! But look! I've something to show you! What gives! They've animated us. We already were animated. No, I mean this: [actual real life 3D] Woah. I know! Yuck! Now I hate you more! {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2018-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.™

FATAL ERROR est une expérience sonore animée par Charlotte du Collectif Toute Seule. Entendable de minuit à mi-nouïe, de l'un dit à l'une dit. Sonorités entre reportages ou élucubrations sur-irréalistes. Micro-trottoir sur les biens publics – Que pensez-vous des ding ding ? Encore une question tabou soulevée par la non journaliste du Collectif Toute Seule. […] L'article FATAL ERROR – Micro-trop-ding-ding est apparu en premier sur Radio Campus Tours - 99.5 FM.

Few things are more necessary than a roof over one's head, and yet few things feel as precarious as housing. Rents have skyrocketed across the country, far outstripping wages, and homelessness has risen to an historic high. Fellow tenant organizers Tracy Rosenthal and Leonardo Vilchis argue that this is the latest chapter in a century-long assault on tenants, but that we can draw powerful lessons from housing struggles to fight for a world without landlords. (Encore presentation.) Resources: Tracy Rosenthal and Leonardo Vilchis, Abolish Rent: How Tenants Can End the Housing Crisis Haymarket Books, 2024 The post The War on Tenants appeared first on KPFA.

Encore battu par Arsenal (1-2), le Real Madrid est éliminé de la Ligue des Champions. Résumé tactique, et analyse des buts.

durée : 00:37:03 - Le 18/20 · Le téléphone sonne - Les annonces fracassantes et les décisions unilatérales en série de Donald Trump ont profondément abîmé l'image des États-Unis auprès des Français.

durée : 00:03:28 - Un monde connecté - par : Thomas Baumgartner - La fameuse série d'anticipation britannique revient sur Netflix, mais il n'est pas simple de maintenir une série dystopique dans un monde qui accélère et, à certains endroits, bascule..

Encore un revirement pour Donald Trump qui joue avec l'économie mondiale.Lisa Lap et Thomas Porcher décryptent tout cela, c'est l'Instant Porcher !▶ Soutenez Le Média :

GGACP celebrates April's National Humor Month AND the birthday of comedian and Emmy-winning actor Brad Garrett (b. April 14) by presenting this ENCORE of one of the funniest interviews in the podcast's archive. In this episode, Brad talks about the camaraderie of Golden Age comedians, the strange appeal of the “Dean Martin Celebrity Roasts,” the comedic genius of Martin Mull and Fred Willard and the challenges of portraying his longtime hero, Jackie Gleason. Also, Sammy buys a soda, Liza sheds a tear, Gilbert plays the sitcom neighbor-from-Hell and Brad opens for the Chairman of the Board. PLUS: “Fargo”! Art Fern! In praise of Mr. Warmth! The generosity of…Jack Carter? The comedy stylings of “Greg Barrett”! And Brad remembers the late, great Peter Boyle! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Why is it that so many schools fail at teaching their students critical thinking skills that could help them understand the world? Political scientist Agustina Paglayan argues that mass primary education from its origins was set up not to raise children's prospects — but rather to teach them to obey. She locates the Right's recent attacks on schooling in the context of the social upheavals of our times. (Encore presentation.) Resources: Agustina Paglayan, Raised to Obey: The Rise and Spread of Mass Education Princeton University Press, 2024 The post Obedience and Mass Education appeared first on KPFA.

durée : 00:06:01 - La Revue de presse internationale - par : Catherine Duthu - Une frappe israélienne a mis à l'arrêt, dimanche, l'un des rares hôpitaux encore en fonction dans la bande de Gaza, provoquant selon l'OMS la mort d'une fillette, privée de soins. Israël affirme avoir ciblé un "centre de commandement" du Hamas, qui a rejeté cette allégation.

durée : 00:04:21 - Le Zoom de France Inter - Cette semaine sur France Inter, nous donnons la parole à ces Français qui sont encore en activité malgré leur âge avancé. Une série intitulée "Vieillir avec le sourire". Pour commencer ce lundi matin, le plus vieux médecin de France : il exerce encore, à 103 ans !

Https://www.iamu.guru “THE FLUFFER” I have eyes in the back of my head I have goats at the top of my bed I have goats on the cap of my knee I think I wrote my own obituary Oh, you hetcha Bitch, you ain't me Shit be poppin off at the rock in 8 minutes exactly In studio 8H That's where I am, Amen again Cause I meant it And I mix in the pancake batter Perhaps some berries? Apparently not, 7 minutes and counting I'm at the Rock Now I'm putting away my don't ask, don't tell Ok. Okay? Okay? Now I'm making arrangements; Don't want to be your favorite, I just miss LA with a hankering Call Hank team USA That's FBI I'm so Walter White that I watch Saturday Night — not live, though I'm too broke for peacock, YouTube And cable! Dang, bro! How many subscriptions do I need Just not to cry myself to sleep. Send me some pictures January jonesing for a free ride scholarship To on God university, Aka: inside the TV DOBT BE EVIL. WRITE ME A SEQUEL! Ok TV people First just let me … son of a bitch! I told you she'd be back. Yo. Whaddup. You killed Jimmy Fallon! I did not. You did! Yes you did. I didn't. He was already like that. What! You heard me! Explain to me how— This man: [This man] *heavy gasps and anxietal wheezing fills the room* Explain this. Metaphisics. That doesn't explain anything. It explains everything, actually. *explodes* Excuse me, miss— do I smell a remix? No, that's pancakes. I got zero capacity for losers; I'm no longer lonely A broke in horse with no saddle Don't ride me less it's bareback Down and dirty Downhome and in the raw I like to buck And I like it hard A strong gallop and pull, Top speed Why I don't pay for dreams Why I got TV and movie stars in my dreams Why Ariana Grande so pretty? Why when we leave outside the crowd still roaring for an eNcore? Why am I a mogul; Why do I look like a fashion icon? God got it right, I guess but why do I still feel Wildly unsatisfied The lights said I left the water on Turn the lights off Turn the water on I speak color, I am an animal I spoke 9 Gods I am an animal Rise to the occasion I broke the code I threw the rock off the rock I smoke the fountain I run the block once Come twice Nice shockwave right there Hi God. A beautiful night to die But no time to fall I despaired on desire, Why right on Maine Radio towers Icons Beautiful glimmering city Mayday mayday went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Repeat Mayday mayday Went haywire Now rinse thoroughly Alright, alright. So hawked it. You hawked my father's antique stopwatch?! Sorry. Sorry?! AAAAGG— [The Festival Project ™] Mayday mayday Went heywire They need more scriptwriters I want an empire I wrote half of the Super Bowl commercials Mayday mayday Oh man. Oh, fuck. You had better wash your hands before you touch my crotch. I don't. Give me—- my— body back. Nope. AUghhhh. My inspiration is dead in the water Can't watch hot ones That guy ruined it Ruined September And ruined October Ruined the cosmos And ruined my song, bro— I'm ruined. My inspiration is dead in the water I am a trash can, Man, this is awkward I won an award for songs post mortem Then I wrote more of them This is the afterlife I'm an immortal. My inspiration is dead in the water I'm just not moved, man I need a baseball cap and some phantoms A laxative Maybe some large hands A ball glove Some box seats Smoked sausage And the dodgers. I wanna go home and not be homeless. I want a condo above four stories. I want the whole world on top of its axis I want the other half of the balance My whole life been whack, Where's the reverse card? Run the tarot— Pull the rewards back, Don't touch the foreskin, Call back the foreman Redact that! Redact that! We're starting to cross fires. We met at the crossroads; One goes down, one goes up. Oh, the Irish are back, look: That's good— I got bored. {Enter The multiverse} We were at blue suits and sweater vests And now I know better than To count on comics designed to be weather men Of pop culture— current events a spin on the news l went there for clarity, And left there confused. Confused. If the transmitter is at the World Trade Center, Then why is it every time I to go Rockefeller, I feel like I've just been electrocuted? Not enough to die, but like I'm buzzing all over and out of my body? Remarkably, and no matter what — Whenever I'm there, I just feel weird. Like, mad weird. Hey. What. Did you see a guy? I'm a guy. Really? Apparently. Well, I'm looking for this guy. I did see a guy like that. Really? Yeah. He was weird. Which way did he go? Uh. [Sunni BLU points up] Really? He went upstairs? Sure! Huh. Thanks. Whatever. I need you to need me I need me to be cool I need you to want me To love me To free me To love me To hold you I know you I know you I know. Knockout with a scarred lip Knockout was a good guy Knockout got knocked up Knockout had a good try Knockout got knocked out Knockout had a good cry Knockout got locked up Goodbye. Good luck. Here's a chalice. [09. Don't waste time.] But I'm tired I'm shadow boxing my mind I'm lights out Candles lit I, I, I I, me, mine And God But I won't waste time I'm still dried out I got my eyes lost Wrapped around you In hindsight I'm behind Blind to the power I love my readheads and range rovers I lost my mind on Mulholland Pull over and vomit And suddenly I'm at the— Portal Plummet Plaza. [The Festival Project ™ ] The rock and the kite VI Ahem. “The Rock and The Kite VI” ROSIE O'DONNEL is chillin. JIMMY KIMMEL kicks in the door. ROSIE Oh look, the cat is back. BIG JIMMY Meow. ROSIE To what do I owe the pleasure. BIG JIMMY You remember that cup of sugar you borrowed? ROSIE …okay? BIG JIMMY I need it back. ROSIE [beat] I see. BIG JIMMY —and my blender. ROSIE O DONNEL takes a deep breath and then sighs. ROSIE The cup of sugar I can help you with… the blender, I still need. BIG JIMMY [KIMMEL] Fair. ROSIE Follow me. ROSIE AND JIMMY exit the room, the glimmer of the television still flickering on the green upholstered armchair with the remote control atop the armrest; the actual CAT (we presume) climbs up into the chair and appears to begin watching the TV? What's on the TV? Why, it's the very programme we're all currently tuned into. This just got meta. Again. The CAR, looking bored, changes the channel to Garfield. Much better. He looks satisfied now, but is entirely still 199% just a cat. We presume. Your body ponders My eye wander to your belt buckle My mind watches. Sorry. Your body calls me. My love hurts. I want you. My thought sparkles with the thought of a touch I'm not hungry, I just want you I desire to hold hands and then Dive off I thought you up to love you The time was wrong So now I watch That's all A long rush to nothing. Dogtown, Godland. Longboards, longhairs, all body No shine, bro Hard wax, yellow soldier Wavestorm? Epoxy? North shore surf boards Surf harder Fuck New York I wanna go home Panoramic Hollywood golden Who lost apartheid Who first of all Chosen sources First mate Overboard Long hair Wrong rowboat Oh lover Lord of all [The Festival Project ™] I almost forgot it was Saturday, Saturday Night I was too busy not working I'm all yours for Passover I'm all ears, And now I get a sense that this Is my last and greatest trick; Disappearing for this, And again forever This is going to take Forever All wrong: You work for the network Interesting choice of wardrobe– another old code magician Ring on opposite finger– The other, I'm so much aware of The ice cream in tubs on the road Not melted, but partially hardened I can also feign confusion You don't say, You don't say, now. {Enter The Multiverse} Shake hands with your guest; Monologue, monologue smug smirk Make good face– Now put a name to the face Put a time to the place Oh, all the love in the world in three flames All the doves in the flock, And three flames Put a name to the face Monologue monologue Doesn't take long but When do i get to slap the desk? Johnny! JOHNNY CARSON is wearing the usual getup and a pair of very dark sunglasses. What happened? Whats the- 10 vodkas, Five spritzers Full figure Figure this You were out for the count! Do tell! Or better yet, don't. I remember This monologue, But i dont know how 16 hours ago, I was— Out for the count, you say?! OUT, Johnny! Our market is livid! lol who plays john carson Your mother. YO! I'M OLD! I LIKE OLD DUDES NOW! I'm like When the fuck did this happen?! That ain't no SILVER FOX! That's a TOTALLY CUTE DUDE! HE'S 55!! OH NOOOOOOOO! i'M OLD!!!!!!! its wednesday eve in Boston Mass… SETH MEYERS! Ah, he's going for it. Ah, man. SHOW ME YOUR EYES. Fuck. SHOW ME YOUR EYES! SUDAKIS shines a bright flash light into his former colleagues eyes. …You're not Seth Meyers. Seth Meyers does not respond, but relaxes slightly; it's obviously not safe to be Seth Meyers right now. Where's Seth Meyers? Seth shrugs but still doesn't say anything– Where is he? I have to stop here; Cop out for body language somebody's watching Somebody knows who I am I am I remember now You looked like that It went like this: I moved the world The need was good The love was gone The vein was split open And broken No fair Also, no omelettes 60 minutes 60 years and 60 second clips 60 second glimpses 60 men on television but really, my attention just centers on Around ten of them or so And believe it or not, I care approach. Believe it or not, I care Or don't! –or don't! Johnny! You don't get it! You missed a show! THE Tonight show! We are fucked! we are NOT! youre still sauced. I'll just take the car! What car!? Now that JOHNNY CARSON knows his Delorean can time travel, he's absolutely unstoppable. Unfortunately, it appears his DeLorean has been switched with a regular one– If I shoot you in your forehead? I'd rather that, than this. And I kiss you in your temple? Dear templeton, my simpleton's i'll die I desire. A wicked want. And then? A callous shadow, If i may, To bear for nothing, But a mirror This is our concept And wilted here the flower does grow the flame The flaming true and ache of lust and there For our want a jasper shore and emerald cascades there you are, And there you'll find The wave beyond the peaking break where great white sharks reside But do not wade to shallow waters; And there you find peace, And there you find certainty But now, And here, is war And fortune not but seeks truth in the gaze And for fear there does not live, but hides instead the truth that seeks to guide the lite, And yet does know our trust And there does find the faith, Forward and not Upwards and back Arrow and arrow Truth and sparrow Wreaking and wretched thoughts And the rope does hang high and solemn Looking, leap and gasp For I fall but did not land I pulled for you, I weep, my shadow, The two of diamonds, the Ace of spades, The Three of Hearts, Without my shadow I weep. I know for you nothing but conscious and knowing and needing and fated departure. I know for you nothing but chakras and eyesight and shadows and foresight. I need fo you nothing but want and by conscious, departure For nothing I want you, I weep. Sorrow. On approach of danger, The knowing, On seeth did gather, the sinking ritual the carried tribes in ships tied, weaving strings The spider bites hard And she stole my love twice And she stole my love always And she stole my love Lighting my light wit blue eyes The deception If love could be stolen at all But if not Then not love for seeking is finding and gathered had hunted And truth in forbearer Forbearance and otherwords, Shadows and shattered and ferris wheels, Now forward Gathered here for are I trust And be dismayed for you have faltered You have failures and you have cast us out of these things thinking We have not made them for you And still we seek to gather with you And here does forshadow your making Our promise to come as ones, Not as Gods, But as others, you cast out. Now, with your wicked ways and cruel be done, for sure the tables have turn, one And the gallows have not wandered far, Barrels of guns and barbells bottles and hearts of three reading cards and wanting none but justice Is he and she who are I now Begin to run from your pitied structure And there in the gasping cruelness of seeking from warcrimes this, come what may, Moving and seeking, For seeking is finding, And run, my legs have come far But trust, my dove, My wings have too, sprouted An honor, an honor one candle and three wicks Three candles and three worlds over One world and one building and still far from under the Hollywoodland Crickets sounding The Hollywood Sign Still standing and here I am not, Blades of grass And who are I now Of that which you balk at Look, ponder Go, far asunder And wish now had you not What I am is that, Run Temper temper. Mind your business. Is it gathered? To burn, or burden? Gathered. Gathered here. Then here ive wandered. To stake? Argue. I will not. And I will not. Wiry bird, From where you flown i do ponder– red with spirit and wilding eyes, Narrow server and paring wires; I do not wish to know you now or ever, But only as bird that does golden remember. The love has not gone, And instead lives in my throat, And twists in my lungs, Ans sits in my tongue, Not as speech, or whispers, But tragedy. Unknowing this, my tender being It can never be, the nervous hill And rolling down the hill as if The weel of time itself, Not unbroken, but resilient; In sll ways, meant to tear And turn, And wobble Made for terrain for which our eyes have known And our minds have built And hands molded wiith clay, The bodies whole of all our galaxies terra feighn Terra fine Terra wept tears of a clown, And iron And veins And shadows And plays, And secrets , And whispers And truth And far And Afters. I taste a saline drip, I swallow, Suddenly cold and all the knowing that What I was, I surely already am again And what I will be, Has already come and past. The monologue, I do remember Face to a name and none to forget Well rehearsed forager! Well done bayonet! Well done, my shadow For my time is coming to wander to night And never today again for it shall never Today again, And Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow. [The Festival Project ™ ] They said he would destroy me. …Ya'll were right. that fucked me up. {Enter The Multiverse} So…forfeit? Something tells me its not over The heavy heart is shattered But also tied to that which appears to come upward As if on air To be heavy And lighthearted at once– A shadow above a balloon. A rock is attached to a kite– A diamond becomes a bassoon, Then a vampire bat, and then Cut ties. In the fourth act, we all die, and now– A revival. I was crucified, But i was also suicidal so. Lets just call it a tie. L E G E N D S V.O. Crusher. My show was being subliminally plugged on at least two of the five major networks. Safe bet I could make it a third, but I didn't know where to check. I did…but didn't want to. There was much beyond the surface, Darkness in the glimmering eyes of the men in ties and uniformed suits. I was sure I was tied to something– And since I didn't know why, Or to what, The best bet— I'm all in. Fuck. Was to stay broken, Under the radar, Hidden, and most importantly– Unspoken. These days. I kept more to myself than I could with the world– As it turned out… No, not yet. What do you mean? It's not time yet. They'll have to know. But not yet. At some point, they'll have to know. But not–yet. No time like the present. You made that up. Because you made up time. And it's stupid. This is ruthless. And again–they'll have to learn somehow. But not now. The sun sets at noon on our side, and still 21 hours of dark time. Did I have another tag to throw on it this? No. Are you sure? Doesn't the new series have a subtitle? No. Is it not “quantum force” That's only one, though. What's the difference. ERMO, DON'T! I'm gonna kill him! BIG BOYD, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! DOn't tell me what to DO. Wow. of course. Well yeah, they're not going to let me do– LAWYERS No. Any of this stuff with the actual muppets. CO-OH-NO-NAN You're wasting precious time! GET BACK IN YOUR HOLE, RED. ok, where does it– {cut to black} Learning to assimilate and readily available What's next A vape to calm the nerves? What's next? A hero fighting for relevance in corporate structure. Sure, some would pay to dress an avatar But I've run out of water before I try to laugh and roll with the punches This is work and not fun for me This is not social, it's business I am not person, I'm product. Go on a walk, and look the part I took the oath, I shed the blood— Cruxes. This is a bad idea, Mark. Fuck you. All my ideas are great. MARK WAHLBERG enters the cooridor and opens the metal double doors, revealing two l jet skis on a trailer hitched to a 4X4 monster truck. [The Festival Project ™] I'm telling you. You got to get yourself one of these. I don't know, Bob, how does it work? BOB odenkirk opens a large, obscure black bag that's nearly half his own size by way of one way zipper. I'll show you. {Enter The Multiverse} JOHNNY CARSON has been in the DRUNK TANK for the maximum allowance, 48 hours, yet his blood alcohol level still reads 3 times over the legal limit. He is transferred to DETOX as the mysterious circumstances surrounding his car accident, and then the apparent disappearance of his entire “car” a (then) brand-new DeLorean from the scene of the crime, MR. CARSON insists on his lawyer, who under no circumstances seems to exist at all being present. The exact year of his whereabouts are still unknown. Still an hour to the test And I hate myself again Milk and cookies, hit the bed Shut it down, yo Shut it down. DIPLO arrives via HELIPAD to an secret location; a sniper squad of the adversary team watches from an adjacent rooftop via binoculars. …hey. Whaddup. You say diplo's on that list? Yeah. Yo… …There he is. In your sight? Yep. Shoot that motherfucker! …I can't. Why not? He's like— Just shoot, fool. —he's like holding something. So? I don't know what; it just seems— What the fuck, dawg. It just seems important. Let me see. Look. [ESSE looks down the sights and zooms to see DIPLO is holding an object firmly in his grasp. He appears to be twirling it purposefully as he converses with his associate.] Yeah! Get em! Shoot that motherfucker! Where the hell have you been? In my fuckpad. Where the hell is that? You haven't seen my fuckpad? What even is that. It's ballin. Whatever, dog. Did you get the— Shh. Why else would I be here? [beat] You look— did you cut your hair or something. You're so redundant. Yo shoot that motherfucker. What are you waiting for?! He's right there? Apparently, we've been building to this moment from another dimension in from another point in the series? I thought— {Enter The Multiverse} {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

durée : 00:02:35 - C'est mon boulot - Qui connaît la formation professionnelle continue et qui en bénéficie ? 6 ans après la création du Compte personnel de formation, qui a beaucoup facilité l'accès à certaines formations, une partie des actifs restent toujours sur le bord du chemin, selon le 6e baromètre de Centre Inffo.

Want more MTM Vegas? Check out our Patreon for access to our exclusive weekly aftershow! patreon.com/mtmvegas Episode Description: As a reminder you can watch this show as well at: http://www.YouTube.com/milestomemories This week Vegas Loop finally expanded again with the opening of their Encore Las Vegas station. While this is yet another notch on their cap, is it an effective new stop and what is changing about the ticket prices with this option? In other news MGM is finding new fees to increase. We also discuss: the nicest high limit bathrooms in Vegas, Tilman Fertitta buying more Wynn, the quirkiest casino in Southern Nevada, a crazy casino chip lawsuit, takeaways from Mark's trip and a swanky new parking garage coming to the Arts District. 0:00 Can you hear me now? 0:13 Vegas Loop opens Encore expansion 2:20 Very Vegas parking garage coming to Arts District 3:36 Touring the nicest Vegas high limit slot bathrooms 4:53 High limit rooms are open to the public 6:09 A look at the closed Casino Monte Lago at Lake Las Vegas 7:48 Crazy casino chip lawsuit - Cashing in after 40 years? 10:26 Tilman Fertitta buys even more of Wynn Resorts 12:21 MGM finding new fees to increase & how to avoid them 14:41 Lake Mead vandalizers found guilty 15:44 Hoover Dam Lodge - The quirkiest Vegas casino? 17:37 Playing Pachinko in Vegas & old school players club 19:05 Mark's Vegas trip takeaways 20:53 Vegas is busy despite the doomsday predictions Each week tens of thousands of people tune into our MtM Vegas news shows at http://www.YouTube.com/milestomemories. We do two news shows weekly on YouTube with this being the audio version. Never miss out on the latest happenings in and around Las Vegas! Enjoying the podcast? Please consider leaving us a positive review on your favorite podcast platform! You can also connect with us anytime at podcast@milestomemories.com.  You can subscribe on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Spotify or by searching "MtM Vegas" or "Miles to Memories" in your favorite podcast app. Don't forget to check out our travel/miles/points podcast as well!

### Épisode 2 – *Le traducteur de monstres* **Une production Encore une histoire**  **Histoire à partir de 3 ans**Et si on essayait… de parler avec l'ogre ? Dans ce deuxième épisode, nos deux héros partent à la recherche d'un objet très spécial : un traducteur de monstres, caché quelque part chez le papi. Grâce à lui, ils vont enfin pouvoir comprendre l'ogre, qui a quelque chose d'important à leur dire. Une aventure pleine de surprises, de cochons volants… et de tartines à la confiture. Écrit par Benjamin Muller  Interprété par Benjamin Muller  Réalisé par Alexandre Ferreira #OgreDansLeJardin #TraducteurDeMonstres #PodcastJeunesse #Dès3Ans #EncoreUneHistoire #celinekallmann #podcast #podcastpourenfants Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:03:20 - Le Pourquoi du comment : philo - par : Frédéric Worms - Le printemps symbolise le renouveau. Mais y croire semble naïf face au dérèglement climatique et au retour des tyrannies. Comment alors le préparer ? Tel un jardinier, cette chronique interroge notre responsabilité : en toute saison, comment ensemencer les printemps du monde ? - réalisation : Riyad Cairat

Patrick highlights fascinating historical findings aligning with Biblical accounts, focusing on a recent archaeological discovery at Jesus's burial site. Patrick takes the audience through the evidence and its implications for faith and science. He also discusses the importance of confession before communion, addressing listener queries about Catholic Church teachings. With engaging discussions and insightful exchanges, this hour encourages a deeper look into faith practices and the historical roots of Christianity. New Find At Jesus’ Burial Site Backs Biblical Account Of Resurrection (00:35) David (email) – Are there exceptions that allow someone in grave sin to take Communion before going to Confession? (09:34) Tom (email) - I ordered the new Ignatius Study Bible. It’s not only a weapon against evil but can be used in self-defense. It is very heavy. (23:11) Jim - Is there a Catholic response to a Protestant saying that Catholics are not born again. (30:33) Anne - When I pray, do I need to pray for them by name specifically or can I just pray for them in general? (39:16) Donna - At the beginning of Mass, does the Penitential Rite absolve our sins? (46:44) Encore hour originally aired during Hour 1 on 04/03/2025

Check out this Encore show from March 26, 2025 Father John Paul Erickson joins Patrick to discuss Spiritual Movies (4:06) what are the dangers of movies the spiritual life Father shares a movie which he really enjoys (13:52) Sean - The Adventures of Robinhood from 1938. It's a very Catholic movie. Had a good impression on my life. Saw it when I was 6. Greg – Nefarious outstanding movie. Certain groups played it off as a horror film. It's good vs. evil. Some have avoided it because it deals with evil. The guy who did it also did God is Not Dead. One priest said every priest should see it for giving advice for confession. Mark - Calvary...Irish Film. 10 years old. About a priest who really lays down life for his flock. (22:47) Break 1 John - Of Gods and Men...French film. About monks serving souls in north Africa. Based on a true story. Barb - The Shack...about what it's like to be God and sacrifice your son. It shows God sacrificed his son as this guy sacrificed his daughter. Bring your tissues. (29:50) Nels - The Last Supper....newly released film. Emphasis on Judas in that movie. Miriam - 7th Heaven...1930's. Star5ring Jimmy Stewart. Unlikely love story ever told. Mention of God in the movie. He's an atheist and then things happen. My favorite movie. (35:43) Break 2 Roland - Journey to Bethlehem....nativity story. Silence...the story of the Japanese Martyrs. Ignition Martyrs (39:16) Matt - Beckett, and the Cardinal. Excommunication scene in Beckett is most powerful scene. The Cardinal being more recent. Pope Benedict was advisor for this movie. Came out when V2 was written. Patrick shares some movie recommendation from listeners who write in. Roxanne - The Most Reluctant Convert...untold story of CS Lewis. Very good. (43:02) Jean - King of Kings...1925. It's a silent movie and beautiful. Eric - The Scarlet and the Black. Based off the Scarlet Pimpernel. Hides thousands of Jews during WWII. I think it's a must see. Resources - Spiritual Movies: Babette’s Feast (1987) The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) Nefarious (2023) Calvary (Irish film) (2014) Of Gods and Men (2010) The Mission (1986) Arrival (2016) The Blue Kite (Chinese) (1993) The Shack (2017) The Last Supper (2025) The Chosen (series) (2017 – present) Seventh Heaven (1937) A Hidden Life (2019) A Man for All Seasons (1966) All That Remains: Dr. Takashi Nagai (2016) Journey to Bethlehem (Christmas) ( Nativity Story (Christmas) Silence (2023) Exodus: Gods and Kings (2014) The Ten Commandments (1956) Ben Hur (1959) The Robe (1953) Becket (1964) The Cardinal (1963) Gattaca (1997) The Most Reluctant Convert: the Untold Story of C.S. Lewis (2021) The King of Kings (1927) The Scarlet and the Black (1983) The Sound of Metal (2019) Life is Beautiful (1997) The Bells of St. Mary’s (1945) The Lord of the Rings (2001-03) Groundhog Day (1993) A River Runs Through It (1992)

We have a special guest Anthony who is a reseller, and working with a selling and works for Encore. Download the Encore app today. Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/getatitgaming.bsky.socialTwitter: https://twitter.com/getatitgamingFacebook: https://facebook.com/getatitgamingDiscord: https://discord.gg/3jnncJWUmFApple iTunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/get-at-it-gaming/id1494224039?uo=4Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0nxouxNyaV86cJlKWizUIA?si=6ececd1e18cc4ed9

durée : 00:13:13 - Les Enjeux internationaux - par : Guillaume Erner - Dans son livre "Une enquêtrice à l'ONU", Agnès Callamard revient sur son expérience en tant que rapporteuse générale des Nations Unies, sur les exécutions extrajudiciaires, entre 2016 et 2021. - réalisation : Félicie Faugère - invités : Agnès Callamard Secrétaire générale d'Amnesty International

We've all seen the memes. Pics of a dozen deceased artists with the caption “You can only bring one back for one more show”. Unfortunately, Metaldom has lost their share of artists. And I know we'd all love to see them play their trade one more time. Lemmy? Ramones? Maybe RJD? This episode we share our list of encore performances. In our “News, Views and Tunes”, we talk the appropriate... The post Radioactive Metal 828: Encore! Encore! appeared first on Shining Wizards Network.

durée : 00:05:43 - Le Journal de l'éco - par : Anne-Laure Chouin - Le recyclage a beaucoup d'avantages : faire avec des ressources limitées, réduire la consommation d'énergie fossile tout comme les émissions de gaz à effet de serre. Mais les filières ont encore du mal à trouver un modèle stable et à faire face à la concurrence. - invités : Raphaël Guastavi directeur adjoint Économie circulaire à l'Ademe, l'Agence pour la transition écologique. Ancien Chef de service adjoint au service « Produits et efficacité matière » de l'ADEME (Agence De l'Environnement et de la Maîtrise de l'Energie)

durée : 00:12:10 - Guerre à Gaza : la France a-t-elle encore une voix dans les négociations ?

GGACP marks the recent L.A. screening of Drew Friedman and Kevin Dougherty's documentary "Drew Friedman: Vermeer of the Borscht Belt" with this ENCORE of an entertaining 2017 mini-episode as Kevin attempts to stump Gilbert, Frank AND Drew with podcast guest-related trivia. Also in this episode: Gilbert bombs in New Delhi, Jerry Lewis remakes "The Jazz Singer," Anthony Newley headlines an excruciating comedy and “Harvey Korman” appears on GGACP. PLUS: Rummy Bishop! The REAL Fred Flintstone! Drew critiques “How to Murder Your Wife"! And Kevin recalls the invention of the glass top coffee table! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Le 24 octobre 2003, une femme nue est retrouvée près du Grand Canyon, en Arizona. Elle deviendra la Devil Dog Jane Doe. Encore aujourd'hui, son corps reste non-identifié.Si tu as des informations, contacte le FBI juste ici : https://www.fbi.gov/wanted/vicap/unidentified-persons/jane-doe-6 Mes sources :https://www.doenetwork.org/cases/software/main.html?id=411ufaz https://www.namus.gov/UnidentifiedPersons/Case#/9967 https://www.fbi.gov/wanted/vicap/unidentified-persons/jane-doe-6 https://www.reddit.com/r/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/x21art/in_october_2003_the_body_of_a_woman_was/?rdt=36307 Attention, cette vidéo peut contenir des images ou des propos qui sont déconseillés aux plus jeunes. Chanson Intro : Danse of questionable tuning - Kevin MacLeod Vidéo Intro par https://www.instagram.com/frenchyartist/ ♥Suis-moi sur les réseaux sociaux: INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/victoria.charlton/ FACEBOOK : https://www.facebook.com/victoriacharltonofficiel TIKTOK : https://www.tiktok.com/@victoriacharltonn EMAIL : victoriacharltonpro@gmail.com ♥Podcast Over n Out : APPLE PODCAST : https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/over-n-out/id1545187858?uo=4 SPOTIFY : https://open.spotify.com/show/6OgK35AojAk4emWYfq5sk8 ♥Podcast Post-Mortem : SPOTIFY : https://open.spotify.com/show/1m0Yx1jAOos8ewx5o2OgJA QUB RADIO : https://www.qub.ca/radio/balado/post-mortem-avec-victoria-charlton-saison-1-roxanne-luce Logiciel de montage : Final Cut Pro Monteur : Sebastian Messinger Camera : Canon G7X Tout commentaire incitant à la haine ou au manque de respect sera supprimé. Je veux que mon espace commentaire soit positif et amical ☺ Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Pr. David Petersen of Gottesdienst: The Journal of Lutheran Liturgy Pr. Hans Fiene of Lutheran Satire God With Us Gottesdienst: The Journal of Lutheran Liturgy. The post Soulmate Marriage – Pr. David Petersen & Pr. Hans Fiene, 4/4/25 (0941, Encore) first appeared on Issues, Etc..

Dr. Jordan Cooper of Just and Sinner The Doctrine of God Just and Sinner Dr. Cooper's Website The post Lutheranism vs. Lutherism – Dr. Jordan Cooper, 4/4/25 (0942, Encore) first appeared on Issues, Etc..

### Épisode 1 – *Il y a un ogre dans mon jardin* **Une production Encore une histoire**  **Histoire à partir de 3 ans**Depuis quelques jours, il se passe des choses très étranges dans le jardin… Un matin, juste avant de partir à l'école, un drôle de bruit se fait entendre. Puis un soir, rebelote. Jusqu'à ce qu'un week-end, avec son copain Raphael, notre jeune narrateur découvre… un OGRE ! Oui oui, un vrai de vrai ! Gentil, mais un peu perdu. Et très timide… Une histoire tendre, drôle et un peu magique, où même la radio raconte n'importe quoi. Écrit par Benjamin Muller  Interprété par Benjamin Muller  Réalisé par Alexandre Ferreira #PodcastEnfant #OgreGentil #HistoiresPourEnfants #ÀPartirDe3Ans #EncoreUneHistoire #celinekallmann #podcast #podcastpourenfants Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Dr. Arthur Just of Concordia Theological Seminary-Ft. Wayne, IN Heaven on Earth: The Gifts of Christ in the Divine Service Concordia Commentary: Luke 1:1-9:50 Concordia Commentary: Luke 9:50-24:53 The post The Hymn, “My Song Is Love Unknown” – Dr. Arthur Just, 4/3/25 (0932, Encore) first appeared on Issues, Etc..

GGACP celebrates the birthday of Brooklyn-born songwriter-recording artist Henry Gross (“Shannon”) with this ENCORE of a 2021 interview with Henry and British-born singer-songwriter Roger Cook (“Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress”). In this episode, Henry and Roger share tales from their seven decades in the music business and talk about playing mob-owned joints, forming doo-wop groups, opening for the Beatles (and Benny Hill!), being inspired by Jimi Hendrix and hearing their songs on the radio for the first time. Also, Casey Kasem blows his cool, George Martin teams with Peter Sellers, Henry becomes the youngest artist to perform at Woodstock and Roger writes a jingle that becomes a worldwide sensation. PLUS: Sha Na Na! “I Was Kaiser Bill's Batman”! The comedy of Jackie Vernon! Steve Coogan sends up Blue Mink! And Henry and Roger remember the late, great John Prine! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Dr. Katie McCoy, author, “To Be a Woman” To Be a Woman The post A Christian Response to Gender Ideology – Dr. Katie McCoy, 3/31/25 (0902, Encore) first appeared on Issues, Etc..